31st May 2025
The rain tapped against the windows at Scott's school. He was seven and felt small. "Scott! Read your story again!" shouted Ms. Leanne. Scott's heart raced. "The little dragon who was scared of the dark..." he said softly. The class laughed. Ms. Leanne tore his paper. Scott felt sad as he walked home. He hid under his bed and opened his black notebook. On the last page was a note from his dad: "This space is for your story."
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Later, Scott's mom came in. "Scott, your teacher called. She said you don’t participate in class." He looked down, tears in his eyes. "I'm just so stupid..." His mom sat down. "No, you're just different." She took out a golden pen, saying it belonged to his grandfather. "Maybe it’s your turn now," she said with a smile. That night, Scott wrote with the pen. "One day, I will be a great writer!" he dreamed.
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