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It's been a couple of months and things have died down no one was fighting anyone I changed my last name and I just got the news that I had won the contest and I would be speaking at the awards night tomorrow. The day was a blur as I was writing my speech in my head and tomorrow came to fast.
" in the first place A Sanders "
Everyone congratulate me as I got up from the table where the guys and Luke's mom were seated and made my way to the stage
" thank you "
I said as he handed me the certificate and gesture to the microphone for me to speak
" wow thank you I umm well in this short story I wrote about my life from the death of loved ones to the abuse I endured I went into great depth and from writing this I got into a fight with a teacher and in a way that's how I got on this stage tonight ... but see something didn't make it into my story in as much detail as the deaths see I left out the part where I met the best people I could have ever hoped for they talked to me when I was mute they took me in when I ran away and they welcomed me home when my mother died I found a family that's not blood but much thicker and the only thing I would add to this story is imperfect pieces make a better piece of art than the planed strokes "
Time seemed to slow as I look at the table and I looked at each of there faces. Corbyn the one that wears his heart on his sleeve, Jack the one that tries to protect, Zach the one that sees the love, Jonah the one that see the truth, Daniel the one who sees the good in the bad, Sean the one that sees both sides before he speaks, Luke the one that tries to make others happy and lastly me the one who's life is only just beginning.

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