The room was filled with students, food, and best of all.. joy. All the joy that was shown on the minor's faces were also shown on the writings that would then go on to amaze the world. The scripts would someday be put on the door of human kind.
" My words are not the things that have changed the world you now live in, it is your action to get up from your seats to read them." Announced the tall and confident figure standing on the podium as head of the concil. The big conference wasn't the only thing that happened, the after meeting also gave way into the man's head. " Would you go back to that class again?" One reporter asked. " What's would you do to become a greater figure?" Another one asked. But in the middle of the chaos one asked the question that the man really wanted to answer. " Where did your true passion to write come from, to change the world?" When the tall man heard this, the man behind him had to suddenly move due to the tall man's unwarned stop. Looking directing into the reporter's camera, the tall man only said two words.
" Writing club "
