Somehow, I cannot get friends. Why is it so? I just want to be liked, but it is so hard. Maybe it is becouse of my surname, Breech. Or that my mother has left me alone to my father, who only wants riches and fame, but never his son. Am I really that terrible?
What is my talent? Everybody has a talent. The fool is funny, knows and instument, and knows alot. The smith is good with ropes, wood, metal, and animals. The gardener is good with plants. The cook is well at cooking. Dragon is good at breathing fire. And so smart, fast, and liked by everyone. Why cannot I be like her? So well liked. So many friends. Even a loving mother and father at her side. She does not know of how fortunate she is. So naive. So careless.
And wath do I have of talents? False wishes, no loving family. No friends. Not even any of the village food I like so well, or to show my songs out to the world. the world that hates me so.
My Father always using me for his gaining. And wath do I gain? Hatred from everyone, everybody. Can they not see that I am trying my best to make friends? That I am going against my fathers wishes to prove myself? That I try to let myself free among them? That I too have dreams? That I love the forest, yet fear wolves? That I am good at archery yet terrible at horsemanship? That I would risk my life for her and her friends, even if they had not recognised me yet as one of their friends?
I would do all that, just to get their friendship or my mother.