Hero- A person who is admired and idealized for courage, outstanding achievements or noble qualities.
The word Hero, it's a noun. It has a different definition of every person. Some may agree with others and those combined ideas create the definitions, the stereotypes that define our words. They are supposed to define us, define our emotions, our personality and ourselves as a whole. The only problem is, they couldn't be more wrong.
No one definition describes everyone, you could be a hero to others and a villain to the rest. If you let these definitions control your life you won't get far. Make your own definitions and create your own path.
Your achievements should not be how to define you, your popularity, your money, it means nothing. What defines you is how you act as a person. Boosting your moral by putting down others will only get you so far. You're not just a piece of the puzzle, you are a puzzle, and you need the right pieces to fit together.
Nolan Simmons sat quietly outside on the bench in front of principals office. He leaned slightly to the left to attempt to hear some of the discussion that his principal, Principal Tremblay was having with his parents. He sighed and moved away from the door as he couldn't hear a thing. He looked up and away from the wall as the door opened to revealed his father walking out. He gave Nolan a stern look and continued to walk past him. Nolan's mother followed her husband out the door and stopped in front of Nolan. Nolan slowly stood up and sluggishly followed his parents out of the school. Nolan's father looked back over his shoulder at the boy trailing behind him.
"Don't be like Gabriel." his father stated in a soft voice as they made their way to the car. "don't compare me to him." Nolan muttered under his breath quietly enough so that it just barely managed to escape the ears of his parents. Daniel Simmons took the car keys out from his pocket and unlocked their old white van. The three of them all shuffled into the car and sat down in their seats. the car ride home was quiet. not a word was said between the family until Kathrine Simmons, Nolan's mother decided to speak up.
" Why Nolan? Why would you punch someone?" she inquired as she clutched the end of her dress in her hands. She looked back over the seat to the back of the car, only to see her son with his head turned away from her and his gaze locked on the trees that they were passing.
"He was asking for it. He was insulting me, they don't know what I've had to go through." he told her as he heard a scoff come from the drivers seat of the car. " Asking for it? the boy said one rude thing and then you almost broke his nose." His father declared as he turned his attention back to the road. "Nolan, there are other ways to handle situations like this. Talk to the boy or just ignore him. You don't need to punch him in the face." His mother stated as she placed her hands neatly on her lap.
Nolan turned back away to watch other cars zip past him and him and into the fog. They soon pulled into a house that was about two stories or so, a cape colonial build. Nolan grabbed his backpack and threw the door open. he slid out of his seat and onto the rough and broken pavement that was their driveway. Nolan advanced up to the door and opened it up. he immediately walked up the staircase that was present in the front hallway. he marched straight up to his bedroom and collapsed onto his bed. Nolan sighed loudly and sat up slightly. He looked around his grey and monotonous room. He grumbled and rested his eyes on his leg. specifically his artificial one.
He groggily sat up and removed his artificial leg. The amputee placed his prosthetic to rest beside his nightstand. He ran his fingers through is messy dark curls attempting to get a grip on what had happened in the past 5 hours. He had never had it easy. His parents expected a lot from him. He always felt like he had to much on his plate and today he just snapped. The boy he hit was a younger student in the 10th grade. Nolan didn't dislike the student, however he didn't particularly liker him either. Normally he would just ignore the boy and continue on to his classes. This time the boy decided to acknowledge Nolan's presence. As he recalled the memory he grimaced. The boy had said move along hop along to him and that just broke the last fuse left in Nolan. he had punched the boy almost instantly after the derogatory comment.
