Dear Jerry Spinelli,
I’m different. To some, too different. It’s turned so many others against me, and hurt me too many times to be forgotten. Why? It’s relatively simple. I’m your average, real-life Stargirl. However, that can form problems.
From the beginning, I stayed true to myself, being nobody but me, myself, and I. The two things that accomplished that for me were my art and music. I drew the world through my youthful eyes, and sang along with the birds, writing my own songs and training my voice.
Then, I was bullied. Nobody liked my unique traits anymore; first grade was slightly rough. Honestly, I think some kids were just simply jealous. They would be caught questioning how my drawing abilities were so well, and hummed along with each song I wrote. Then, as soon as 3rd grade reached us, something snapped. The hurt was now unbearable. I sat by myself at empty tables, and cried silently every recess. No one ever knew. Those who dared to join me were shunned, similar to Stargirl and Leo. All the piano concertos I performed in couldn’t play away my sadness, and my sketches couldn’t draw me up any new friends.
In 4th grade, I started a new school, telling myself to be “normal,” to fit in, to feel like I belonged somewhere. I strived to be more “popular,” just like Stargirl, scavenging for popularity. Then, Stargirl was discovered—by me, searching my home for a good book to enjoy. The story blew me away farther than any storm could have.
As time, progressed, I jumped at the chances to sign up for instrumental lessons, singing groups, and comic book festivals. I made more true friends being myself than anyone else. I felt at home in my new school, I even loved attending each day. During each August, I even wanted to return to school.
To wrap things up, I now have created around three graphic novels (comics) and write songs every day, as a singer in my band, which hopefully can someday rock the charts (American Idol, beware! I plan to audition!). My bond with my art and music has just grown stronger than ever, and I feel like this whole experience has taught me a lot about who I truly am: nobody other than me, myself, and I.
As for the people who taunted me at my old school, some of them followed me to my new school when the old school closed. Some of them still shoot me cruel looks, even after I try to make up. Some, though, reformed our friendship. My “happily ever after” isn’t perfect, but I’m on the road to fame, friendship, and an overall awesome life.
Stargirl taught me that I was better being myself, and standing up. I’m now one of the most confident people I know—I always speak my mind now. Stargirl has become no less than my guardian angel. Call me crazy, but I’ve rebounded like a true Stargirl.