The Starry eyed Boy 1

The Starry eyed Boy 1

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The people around you can define two things; Who you are and what they want you to be. Since archaic times we've learned to live in a society; this rule etched down to our very gene. Always be accepted and learn to find imperfections before accepting others. I speak from experience this story of a starry eyed boy whose face shone like a mirror reflecting the gleaming light of his soul. Never has the world been appreciating towards people , the sense of always trying to be superior clouded every person's mind. This boy had always been cheerful , confident and most of all happy. He was extremely loyal to his friends. He considered them his own little society. Never could he have possibly realised his life was going to change because of this very society. He depended on his friends too much because he carved everyone dear to him in his heart. His big adventure of a life began on the day he graduated 7th grade ...... He continued towards a bottomless abyss of discontent and hurt never really realising it. The journey which turned the starry eyes into dark deep pits which tell a different story And his shiny face to a dull shell holding scorching ashes. This is where his story began... "Ahhhhh high school I still remember it like yesterday, It was the place that fucked everything up after all" Says the starry eyed boy. He reminisces the day he entered his first class in high school, soo full of hope and vigour he was yet soo scared and nervous he felt like a person would before a fight. He made some good friends and his life was happy and not a care in the world. Until he made friends with a girl who plays an important part in this story. They were fast friends and would always talk to each other either through texts after they got home or directly when they were in school. All this changed one day when they made a decision to get closer, the boy was enthralled this was a feeling he never felt through all his life, well the both of them were attached"..............
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