I met Sam on the first day of sixth grade, similarly to how I met The Mange. Just a thicker boy trying to push themselves into my life. I guess there's something funny about pestering the silent boy, even if there is good intention behind it.
Sam was the only person I knew and talked to often for the entirety of middle school. I didn't want to be friends with everyone else. He allowed me to be able to smile. It felt like I was being given more than I deserved.
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The Acceptance of Change
Teen FictionThree teens struggle to accept the true nature of themselves and almost die trying.
