I plan on pattering my writing on Orwell, my piece will be about a incident that happened when I was younger that seemed ordinary to the outside world but was a major deal for myself.
My piece will be about how I got older through the years I kept losing more and more friends. Most people didn't know I cared so much because I never talked about it or made a big deal about it but I did feel bad for a long time inside. Especially when I passed their house or areas where we played, i would immediately wonder what they were doing. I made friends later in life but I never considered them good friends like the ones I made as a child.
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