“That Paulson guy is so quiet.”
“What’s up with him always building and drawing stuff?”
“He’ll never amount to anything.”
Those were words spoken to me for some time. I did my best to ignore them while pretending to be in another world.
I wanted to cry on the inside, but I didn’t want the others to know about what I was going through. I wouldn’t be shocked if people thought I was a robot.
Some people’s passions were more acceptable than mine like someone who’s been in my grade level that I’d eventually meet when I started high school.