Amazed

    My heart was thumping in my chest as I focus my gaze onto my desk. In 8th grade middle school i’m in the awkward years of life but so was everyone else.

I did nothing extraordinary but put my soul into a piece of paper and gave it up to be valued by those of higher standings then us middle schoolers.  Still like most kids my age I want to feel special, 

“...you have gotten your painting in the permanent fifteen! What do you feel?”

   I look up in shock inside what to say but none the less I whispered out.

“...Amazed”