People think I'm spoilt, some may even say I ran into fame and money by accident. But that's not true. I've made mistakes, learnt the hard way and grasped the ability to brush myself off and move on. If anything I'm hard headed.

I know you're probably thinking 'So you got to where you are because you're invincible?' Well, no. My friends and family play a big part in mine and my brother's success, including that special friend, the friend who has stuck by me, even when I didn't know it.

Hello, my name is Nicholas Jerry Lucas and this is my story of success, security and contentment.

There was no denying I loved school, I always aimed to please and never smiled at anything under an A. For a five year old, I knew a fair amount and was often called 'a very bright boy'.

"Alright, I'm guessing you've all prepared your speeches? Who would like to go first?"

My arm was quick to respond, fidgeting and huffing in hope she'll notice my desperation and pick me first.

"Nicholas"

I picked up my crumpled up piece of paper making my way to the front. Clearing my throat and flattening the paper with my small hands to show my efficiency.

"When I grow up" I started in a wooden manor, "I'm going to be a singer. I want to sing to the world and make people happy with my music. I'm gunna sing happy tunes, not sad tunes. I will be president and make everyone love this world as much as I do. I will have three dogs, brown black and blue a wife too and two kids, their names will be Max and Hailey. I want to be in movies. I will buy my family a big house in a happy land and give them loads of money. Thank you"

The class silence was interrupted by a sudden roar or laughter. Being only five I thought nothing of it. I smiled at Miss Williams who smiled back, obviously impressed by my kindness. I took my seat again.

"Lucas is gay!" A boy giggled pointing, the whole class following in suit. "Class, quieten down!"

I didn't want to be a singer anymore, I didn't want to make people happy, not if it meant I was gay. Who knew kids could be so mean?

You wouldn't expect a child to remember something so small. I spent my lunch like I did every lunch, alone, day dreaming under a tree by the back of the playground like I did every other lunch time. I wasn't the most sociable child. I was still upset about what had happened.

"I want to make people happy too." I looked up at the little girl who stood in front of me, holding a piece of sugar paper in one hand and a crayon in the other.

Being an ignorant little child, I grunted looking back down at my new friend, a leaf. "What kind of happy tunes are you going to play?" She smiled sitting down next to me, obviously not understanding I wanted to be alone.

"I'm don't want to anymore, people will laugh at me." I pouted breaking my dry friend into bits by accident. "People laugh when their happy. You made people happy by accident!"

Who knew such a little girl could be so smart. I sat there, head deep in my own self glory as I silently gloated about my accomplishment.

"You're my new best friend!", "OK!" I squeaked please with what I was told. At such an age, this was allowed, you could tell people what was and what wasn't because you were you, no one could make you think different. I dreamt of being that child.

"Here!" The giggling little girl said, passing a ripped off piece of the sugar paper she had been holding. On it was written, making p- and best fr-. On hers was written the rest of the sentences. "Our best friend's paper!" She smiled, childlike innocence showing.

Later that day on the car ride home, I bored everyone with my story, shoving the coloured paper in their faces as proof. No one seemed to be as delighted as I was about it.

The next day after shovelling down my breakfast and hoping recess would come quicker, I ran out eagerly onto the playground, searching for my new best friend. When I couldn't find her, I went over to one of her play mates. For once not thinking about how I shouldn't speak to people, when I asked her, she told me she had left. My best friend, the reason I was smiling had left. Gone and was never coming back. I can't name a specific song that girl inspired.

My friend's deleting her account :(.
So I'm being mean and taking her story :). No, she gave it to me.
I'll be finishing it off...
Reviews are amazing :).