Middle school fallacy

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“Middle school is kind of like Middle-earth. It’s a magical journey filled with elves, dwarves, hobbits, queens, kings, and a few corrupt wizards. Word to the wise: pick your travelling companions well. Ones with the courage and moral fiber to persevere. Ones who wield their lip gloss like magic wands when confronted with danger. This way, when you pass through the congested hallways rife with pernicious diversion, you achieve your desired destination—or at least your next class”, says  Kimberly Dana

For many boys, middle school becomes a pressure cooker filled with power struggles, conflicting impulses, physical growth and strong emotions.

At the same time, middle-school boys develop deep and close friendships, separating from their families and forming their own rewarding social universes.

This story is about Bronx, a middle school boy.
His eyes are like seashells; they seem as if there was something alive in them before, only now they’re all hollow.
He never thought he would feel the kind of loneliness that makes his heart ache. But he did.

He was told that middle school was supposed to be the happiest years of his life but it turned out to be the darkest times of his life.

He had a large group of friends until middle school, where a whole new phase of his life started.

He was really eager to make new friends but keep his old ones too.

But in a matter of weeks, his former best friend was spreading rumors about him, having her friends pass him notes saying they hated him.

Finally, after a few months he spoke about it with his friends and figured it out.
But it was pretty weird for a long time.

He didn’t go out much on weekends ‘cause he was terrified of people.

During the day he was the outgoing jock and the one whom other students came to for help. But he had sleepless nights.

Some days his mom kept asking him what was wrong.

It took everything in him to fight back the tears and put on a strong image that he was okay.

For some reason, he didn’t feel comfortable sharing about his fears and anxieties.

Desperately wanting to be loved,

Desperately hoping,

Desperately praying,

Even silently watching,

Thinking that some day he would be loved.

He locked his heart in a cage and swallowed the keys.

He made himself a slave to love for the things he want.

And ruined himself.

And all for that one thing that appealed to him,

That horrid middle school fallacy.

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Things I Wish Others Understood About Life With a Chronic Illness

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4 Things I Wish Others Understood About Life With a Chronic Illness

By Mikayla Sabins

Have you ever tried to tell a story but the listener just didn’t find it funny? Where it was one of those “you had to be there” moments? Same. Every day. But it’s not a joke or a memory, it’s about my wellbeing. It’s like no matter how hard I try to explain it, I can’t make you understand how it is. I can’t make some relate by telling them how I feel. This is especially true when trying to explain to someone the mental toll or the “hard days.” But, I’ll give it a try anyways.

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