The kid continued to write. And he's still writing with passion, this very sentence.
Why did the few boys have to approve of the 'two friends' story?!
Why did they have to thrust it into the teacher's hands as though it was written by them?!
Why did they have to tirelessly read whatever I gave to them written?!
Not that my stories were great. It was just that, I wrote them. A fellow student, a neighbor, a friend, wrote something. And the kids knew no other way of responding to it than giving a hearty smile and tonnes of encouragement. No matter what I wrote, they welcomed it just for me.
The 'two kids who were friends, who went fishing' story was plain and dumb. Two friends. They go fishing. One knows to swim. The other doesn't. While fishing, they develop a misunderstanding. Minutes later, the second kid falls into the water by mistake and is in the verge of drowning. The first one, jumps into the pond or lake(whatever,...water!) and rescues him. Story ends. Moral. Friendship is pure,...blah blah goodie stuff.
And they loved it!
They had every reason to say, 'This is crap' , 'Same old friendship story' , 'Bad writing' , 'Oh, so you call yourself a writer huh?!' ...or anything else.
And the teacher could have coldly denied reading my stuff.
Or he could have responded to it like, 'Good. Anyway prepare for your exams. Keep this one a hobby.' or a 'Is this how you waste your time?! Go on! Do some mathematics!'
What do I have to give them in return but a little 'thank you'?
If so, how do I thank them? I have nothing.
I have nothing more than words at my possession. I am a writer. They gave me the guts to call myself so. Who are they?
The kid who postponed his playtime at lunch for reading a story of mine.
That boy who told me after a teacher criticized my story when I was fifteen ,"Dude, that's a masterpiece! Don't give a damn about that guy. He's nuts..."
The kids who called me a writer, and made me so when I was nine or ten, and continued to consider me a writer even before I could realize one within me.
Those friends of mine who call me 'Black' without mockery.
To all of them, I have nothing more to give than another piece of writing.