Stabbing The Moon. My Life Story

Preface

I looked around, scared to death. "Why must this happen to me?" I thought quietly rocking through the dirt. I held tight to that rope. My face red, tears strolling through my face. I sat in a cold rock, pulling my face to my hands. Nobody understood. I let go of the yellowish rope which, filled with joys of kids who jumped and cheered with it, wasn't causing me such cheers. I paused and took a deep breath, my mind told me something, my body told me something else. I, sheepishly listened to my body. I heard the bell ring. All those kids ran to class. I sat there crying. Watching all those kids walk happy to class broke me down. What I hadn't realized is that I wasn't breaking down. I was the strongest kid in there...