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Fists of Fury I have never been tall or handsome, nor have I ever been buff or muscular. I, Thomas J Chisholm, am half Asian and my inherited trait is that I would be short. Ever since I came to terms with that it hasn’t bothered me too much, but I remember a time when it bothered me a lot. So much, in fact, that I would come home and just sit and stare at the ceiling and as I would close my eyes I would pray that when I opened them I would be taller and stronger. A juvenile wish but it meant the world to me at the time. My lack of proficient height would make me vulnerable to the vicious and cannibalistic attacks of my fellow classmates. I would often inherit hurtful nicknames such as Chucky, Stuart Little, and even Ragady Anne (the red haired doll). Naturally I made friends with others who were persecuted for their inherited “faults”. One experience I will never forget is the time I stood up for my best friend Evan, in the biggest way possible. A new school can be rough on most children. I was no exception to the myth because making friends at a private school where the children were treated as kings and queens was a difficult task.
Approximate Word count = 783
Approximate Pages = 3.1
(250 words per page double spaced)
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