When I was in third grade, a group of people I just happened to be hanging out with found a bee.  A dead bee, to be exact. At that time, I usually did not hang out with a group for more than one or two…

I’ve joined Writing club through an invite from a friend.  There, I met a group of people like me: creative, misunderstood… the socially awkward.  There are about ten of us.  I’m glad I joined–it is something to do on Mondays and Fridays.  It helps me. …