For those who don't know me, my name is Joseph, Joseph Lowery. Now, I was never a popular kid. I live in a small town in North Carolina called Wellborough. My life began to have any form of excitement three years ago.
I was a freshman in high school, I just turned 15 a month ago. I took drama as one of my elective classes and that's where my story begins. I'm a shy and secretive person, so of course I wouldn't be getting anywhere with friends or anything. It was a few months into school and my drama teacher, Mrs. Ivory, had students pair up for a session of improv. Now, I probably know what you all are thinking, 'You're antisocial, how are you going to be able to do improv?' I have a way with words, I just don't like talking too much, if that makes sense. But besides the point. I was paired up with a girl, not just any girl though, one I admired for at least a year before. Her name was Eliza Grant.
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Wilted
General FictionFor many, Valentine's Day is one of love and happiness, but for others, it is one of loneliness and sorrow. For Joseph Lowery, his Valentine's Day is one of sorrow. This day though, it changed his life.
