sjsprWriting

I still remember what they told me

Don’t stand tall.

Don’t look special.

Don’t stand out.

I tried. I really did. That’s a funny problem, being too good.

Every year they passed me. In past years they remarked on my beauty and potential. But all I wanted was for them to be quiet.

I thought I would be safe. That I  would be too young for them. Not good enough. Not mature enough.

But apparently not.

My life was soon to come crashing down.