Missing one purpose…. This was all I could think of. And it was true. What is my purpose. What will I do while I am here in this small town I had lived in my whole life. In every book that I have read it tells of some kid my age that sets of on a huge advanture. From the city to the deep south something exciting is going on right? Then again I havent heard of any real adventures in my world. Mabye thats why I practicly live in the library reshelve books every chance I get. Read at night untill my eyes burn. Fail my classes because all I can do is read. I find solice in the fact that I am not alone in this matter. My friend lives in the corner of the universe next to mine. Sure there are others who read… for a grade.
Can a purpose really be to simply read to read? No I thought it cant be. That is why I am driving to the keys with my one true friend when i am a senior to find the meaning of our lifes together. They have to be intwined right?