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Friday, October 4, 2013

Buddy is My Friend

Time goes at its own paste. It can go slow at times and it can also go fast. Personally, when I am bored, time goes slow. When the time goes slow, I need something to do. What I do at this time is write. I love to write. I write lyrics, stories, poetry, etc. On a personal note, poetry is not my favorite but my teachers and friends seem to tell me that I have a gift.
And on a different note, I absolutely love writing lyrics. Music is something I wish to have a profession in if my shyness goes away. (I never sing for anyone other than my brother or sister. Not even my parents. I opened up to a girl once in the 4/5th grade and it was not till later that I realized that her bringing people around me to listen was them making fun of me. Them criticizing me. The one thing I come to fear the most today. Criticism.) Even though my heart has a hip hop beat slowly trying to teach the world its rhythm, I absolutely, positively, love writing stories more. I have never finished a book in my life. The highest I have ever gotten was to the 8th chapter in a notebook with 2-4 pages a chapter. It was called Buddy. Buddy was one of the books that I started in my freshman year that I have grown so passionate of. When I write books, like Buddy, I am not me. I am an
A-U-T-H-O-R creating art. I surprise myself at times. I never knew I could write so fluently. I always believed that the best books were the ones with the big confusing words that no one could understand. The type of words that are 7 letters long but have a million meanings depending on how you take it in. I now realize that it is truly the flow of the story. I just do not know why i feel so strongly about writing especially because I have never finished one. I guess it is just like when you do your best on a school project/assignment and you get it back just to see if your effort paid off, because I write stories just to read to myself personally and I love the feeling I get when I get wowed and want to reread my book. When I went to Westwood Middle School in the 8th grade, I met a girl. This girl was a ordinary girl, yet so different in a way. She was a high school. A junior to be exact. Just a student. But guess what? She published a book. She told us that it took hard-work and at times, she gave up, but she did it. Now I get to go home everyday, read my little book. My unfinished book, but cherished book, that reads:

Buddy 


                                                                                                         by: Nikita James




That is very symbolic to me. It was not just "by: Nikita James" to me. It was by "Nikita" the
A-U-T-H-O-R.

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