Noah sat in the lunchroom at the same back table that he and his friends always sit at. They definitely weren’t the most popular of students, not even close. They were usually isolated from the rest of the school. The most popular, they were also the least pleasant. They were The Plastics of the school. Speak of the Devil, they walked into the lunchroom as Noah was in the middle of a conversation. It was like a bright light followed them everywhere they went. The light blinded him every time he looked at them. They walk over to him.
Hey guys! My name is Gavin and I'm a seventh grade student in a big city. With my blog, I hope to figure out who exactly I am as a writer. I enjoy editing figuring out good and original plots to base my stories off of. I hope that my journey as a struggling writer can help out and inspire other writers like me.