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Great, you stayed.

I'm glad you decided to stay.

*chuckles*

And your not the only one. I'm still here, writing...typing...planning...thinking...thinking...

Thinking and telling myself that I could be doing homework, being productive, but I'm not. I'm just here, laying my thoughts onto paper.

You're annoyed aren't you?

I can hear it, the sound of the your mouse, clicking onto another novel or another tab, doing something else, giving...up.

For those who are still here, the story starts now.

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It all started on May 15, 2003.

On this fateful day, a baby was born, one of 350 000 that set foot on this planet that day. His name, was Galen.

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He became a very outgoing and curious child. He made many friends and was appreciated by his neighborhood. His family wasn't rich, but neither were they poor. They always got by with a little left over.

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At the age of 5, he started going to school. It was a completely new environment, with new people, new concepts, new values, new...beliefs.

I entered a pretty normal school. It wasn't the best, but it wasn't the worst. I made many friends, some who I still keep in touch with, to this day. I made many memorable memories and had a great time.

However, at 7 years of age, I moved. I transferred to another school at the other end of the city.

On the first day, I entered my class for the first time. As soon as I had stepped into the class, I could feel the gaze of 26 other kids stare at me. For the first time in my life, I, the kid known for my outspoken personality...peed my pants.