I have no constellation to any story, from the look of it. A child of fifteen, declared brilliant, also declared idiot. Having special class for the advanced, and still with A's. Yet having the stupidity to attempt to behaviors to be in lock-down. Surrounded by others, with similiar, and different mistakes.
To be held back, not by intelagence, but by choices to be in a program, such being O and A. One of the few to use cursive, to converse at an advance level. An honor student, stranded in confusion, and melancholy.
A choice, a single choice. I could have, should have decided better. But looking in the past, one can learn. The future is what is next, whether good, or bad. Yet today, today is also something special, called the present. A present today is; breathing, seeing, feeling. Today, the present, regardless of ones situation is great.
Do not moan, do not complain, a simple concept, yet so hard to do. Even I have no right to complain about my situation. There are people in worse conditions everywhere. Life is great for many, but for some, lets be honest, life is a pain. Again, life is what you make of it. Choose wisely, and do well.
Farewell!
CW, age 15
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