A good story starts at the very beginning, and ends at the very end. That's exactly what this one will do. I was born on January 11, 20--. (If you found this, you should know this already- but there it is again in case you didn't care enough to remember.)
I'm thirteen years old right now. I am in the very middle of a family with three children. In my opinion that is the worst place to be. All three of us are girls, which makes me that much more forgettable. It's as if the cosmos designated me to be the most mediocre girl on the planet.
There is nothing awful about my family life. My parents don't beat me or anything. My older sister never got addicted to drugs or pregnant or anything that might put stress on our family. In fact, she's pretty much perfect. No, really. She's funny, nice, and a hot cheerleader with a steady boyfriend. My little sister is an all-around prodigy. Artistic, academic, musical... You name it.
Me? I'm nothing like them. I failed the fourth grade, which is why I'm about to turn fourteen, but am still in seventh grade. I know that it's not a big deal, but I'm tired of letting down every teacher who's ever had my older sister. I'm tired of the surprise from my younger sister's teachers that stupidity doesn't run in the family. I'm tired of disappointing people.
I'm a disappointment. I'm nothing.
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I am Nothing
Short Story"Julie Watson. Its a typical name. If you looked on Facebook I'm sure you'd find a gazillion of me. I'm nothing special, unless ugly counts. And yet, there was a time I did feel special..." This is the five page note left by Julie Watson, a self pro...
