Knight_Rider

this is the first paragraph of my first story plz give feedback
          	
          	This is at a new point in my life, and things are totally changing. But like the sunsets i saw on tybee island, the miles i've already gone are going to stay with me. i do think the worldfeels a little bit backwards sometimes even when i'm trying to keep everything going in the right direction.There are multiple sides to all of us. Who we are and who we might be if we follow our dreams. I didn't want to stuck like the fish, stuck seeing only the world that was right in front of me, stuck swimming in circles. The cool people find each other. The smart people find each other. Me and all the others in-between artsy people realize we'd better join forces and make the best of it. Welcome to year 7 social hell. Ispent what felt like a hour in there, waiting for someone to rescue me, wondering how my life got so messed up. I had to chose between running and exams. I knew it was too much to hope for but it was closer than ever. I wasn't going to give up now. It was like a afterschool special about a runty boy who gets beat-up. But instead of having a happy ending with a uplifting message about overcoming adversity, this plot would end with me living put the rest of my days as a twelve year old hermit, friendless and alone.

Knight_Rider

this is the first paragraph of my first story plz give feedback
          
          This is at a new point in my life, and things are totally changing. But like the sunsets i saw on tybee island, the miles i've already gone are going to stay with me. i do think the worldfeels a little bit backwards sometimes even when i'm trying to keep everything going in the right direction.There are multiple sides to all of us. Who we are and who we might be if we follow our dreams. I didn't want to stuck like the fish, stuck seeing only the world that was right in front of me, stuck swimming in circles. The cool people find each other. The smart people find each other. Me and all the others in-between artsy people realize we'd better join forces and make the best of it. Welcome to year 7 social hell. Ispent what felt like a hour in there, waiting for someone to rescue me, wondering how my life got so messed up. I had to chose between running and exams. I knew it was too much to hope for but it was closer than ever. I wasn't going to give up now. It was like a afterschool special about a runty boy who gets beat-up. But instead of having a happy ending with a uplifting message about overcoming adversity, this plot would end with me living put the rest of my days as a twelve year old hermit, friendless and alone.