Loner's Tale

Once upon a time, there was a boy who was not quite like the other boys and girls. He was sort of an outcast and was very shy as a child and had a hard time meeting new people and making new friends besides from the ones he already had. He wished he wasn’t so shy and that he could easily make new friendships with the blink of an eye but at that moment it was very hard for the kid. To his family and closest friends, he was perfectly fine and normal and felt so comfortable around them. He could talk their ears off and be himself around them. But to those he didn’t know or for those he wasn’t fully familiar with, he felt like he seemed a little odd and different from most of the others. In fact one time, the kid had a chance to overcome this obstacle and make new friends while meeting and hangout with a few of his neighbors. They all decided to ride their favorite Razor scooters, which was the latest trend at the time, around the neighborhood and to talk about things that interest us in order to get to know each other better. Not only was the kid unable to formulate more than a few words every now and then, but he also found out he wasn’t as good of a Razor scooter rider like the others were and that he couldn’t do most or any of the cool tricks that they were doing. The poor boy felt so awkward and shy by his inability to contribute in the conversation and be a part of the group that he made up some lame excuse in order to get away from the embarrassment. After that incident, he felt hopeless and as if he would be a loser for the rest of his days because he couldn’t find a way to make new buddies. What would happen when he got to high school or even worse college? A few weeks later, his mother informed him that he along with his father would go up to New Jersey to visit some of her old friends and their families who she hasn’t seen in a while. She also told him that it would be fun because there would be many kids his age that he could play with. The mother thinking this would make him look forward to the visit, in turn struck him with fear and dread for the day of meeting kids he had never seen or talked to before. The day finally arrived and the hopeless kid was scared to go through with this visit. The boy and his family finally arrived and the kid felt that this was going to be a long and painful process for him. He tried to get over this hurdle, but time and time again he failed and he had no hope or faith in getting it right this time. The boy walked through the hosts’ doors and was greeted by a number of people who he had never seen before. He was introduced to the many other kids his age and invited out back to play in the yard. Surprisingly, the boy thought the day was going rather smoothly and that he was doing a good job of being social and engaging in conversation with the others. Feeling this comfort and having a good time, the boy got carried away and thought it be funny to put green Silly Putty, which they were playing with on his eyes only to find out that it wasn’t coming off. Realizing this the boy ran to the bathroom covering his green brows and was stricken with grief and embarrassment yet again right when he thought he finally turned the page on his old ways. The other kids along with the older crowd saw the boy’s struggle and started to laugh and tease him(rightfully so too I might add). The boy sadly did not overcome his problem that day.