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Andrew was average. He lived in an
average home, with an average
mom, and an average dad, and an
average life. He was smart, but not
too smart. Andrew refused to admit
he was anything more than the
average boy.
When Andrew started school in a
new city, he thought he was still
pretty average. His classmates,
however, did not seem to think so.
Some of them believed he was less
than average.
They started to poke fun at him,
and at first he was able to shrug it
off. But soon, the words attacked
him fiercely and he could no
longer stop them from penetrating
his thick skin.
A transformation began. Andrew’s
skin lost its usual color. It turned
gray and sunk so far into the
background That he could barely
be recognized from his
surroundings. His body was ice cold
and his familiar warm smile slipped
to the ground and cracked in half.
Andrew felt alone. The bullies
continued to bully him, and found
great joy in his new form. He could
hear them whisper mean words like
“Loser” at him when he walked
through the halls. Andrew’s life
was gray-scale and as he shrunk,
his bullies grew and grew.
One night, while Andrew was laying
in bed, all was silent and seemingly
average. He closed his eyes, and
when he did, he was blinded by a
white light. He opened his eyes
quickly and sat up in bed. The light
was coming out of a keyhole from
a small, white chest that appeared
on his night stand.
He approached the box and the
light shone right into the middle of
his chest. He tried to open the box,
but it was locked. Andrew looked
around his room and saw a small
white key laying on his dresser. He
frowned and went to pick it up, but
when he touched it… It shattered.
The broken pieces flew back into
the form of a key, just as it had
been before. Underneath it he
found more shattered pieces, but
they weren’t from the key. It was
his old, broken smile, and he
watched as it, too, put itself back
together.
Andrew picked up the old smile, and
fastened it onto his face. He felt
warmth spread through his body,
and he knew it wasn’t going to go
away this time. He picked up the key
and walked back over the small
chest with the light still glowing
into his heart.
he unlocked the box’s door and
jumped back and an explosion
erupted from it. Out Swooshed the
white light and all the words the
bullies always called him. They
landed all over his room, and when
the eruption finally stopped, he
was a little bit afraid again.
He slowly approached the word
“loser” as it hung off of his
windowsill, and touched it with his
finger. The word disintegrated into a
puff of smoke. So did all the
others.