The Perks of Being A Wallflower: In That Moment, I Swear We Were Infinite DOCX

Title	The Perks of Being A Wallflower: In That Moment, I Swear We Were Infinite
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In 5506610319 EG317 Young Adult Literature October 28, 2015 How can a moment last infinitely? I am Sam. I will not go any further about who I am and I hope you will not try to figure it out as I tempt to be anonymous, also do people who are going to be mentioned in this essay letter. This is a story of my life. I love music. I love the power of it. Do you feel that feeling when the right song says exactly what you are trying to say? When it hits you, it takes full control over you and you just let it to. I like David Bowie and The Smiths. I don't know if I like their songs or just how perfect it fits my mood at the time. If it's the latter, I guess my favourite band would change to something else soon— just like my mood. I always believe that my life consists of millions moments relating to one another. I do not compare it to a particular long story as a story needs to be unity and it requires climax which do not exist in any part of my life. It seems random, up and down, and some scenes need to be edited. My childhood is supposed to include most innocent moments but it turned out to be the least one. I once believed that my life is a story of mine. I can be my own protagonist and I can rule this role, until my lips were touched by my father's friend's. My life which I was sure that it was my story split into pieces. Everything that I had ever dreamed of and the definition of the first-kiss immediately disappeared. What childhood gave me was not joy but lessons. I was taught that rumors fly so fast. It seemed faster when it was about me than any rumors I have heard all my life. And though it was fast, it lasted so long in me. Luckily there are the names Patrick and Charlie in my teenage. Patrick is my mom's new husband's son. He is special. And when I say special, I do not mean flawless. To be honest it's the opposite, but in the best way. We have many things in common; we enjoy dancing to our favourite songs in the living room, we love driving through the tunnel while playing good music on the radio, and we both like boys! And that doesn't make Patrick look any weirder to me. Patrick and I agree that Charlie is a wallflower. He sees things, he keeps quiet, and he understands. We all have flaws. Patrick and I decided to show it and stay with it, though others turn it to a shame. But Charlie, he hides it and stays in it— and he became a part of it. And I feel afraid for him in this point. Charlie is a new friend of ours. He loves reading and his favourite book is the latest one he read at a time. He is the first one who told me I am lovely, instead of pretty. He gave me a record of Something by the Beatles as he said I am as beautiful as the song, instead of taking me a photo and said I am beautiful because of the lens, lights, and shutter....