Once upon a time, there was a boy who loved to create. He spent all his time thinking of ideas to put into his work. He crafted with clay, made beautiful sculptures, painted constantly, and loved drawing. This boy's name was Amir. Amir would spend countless hours and days drawing and creating to his heart's content. Amir's parents never forced him to do anything else, creating was all he ever wanted to do, and they were okay with that.

At school, others would wonder why Amir was so quiet. Why didn't he play games like they did? All he ever did was draw. They couldn't understand how it brought him as much joy as their games did to them.

    "Why is he always so quiet?" One girl said.

    "All he ever does is draw," Another said.

Amir didn't mind, he could make up his own games, his own stories and characters. He enjoyed his own company.

It wasn't until one day at recess that Amir started to wonder why he was so different than the others. His characters had friends, why didn't he? Looking up from his sketchbook, he watched the other kids playing with each other.  Amir noticed one girl talking to the other kids, her name was Jane. Jane was amazing at sports, math, and most of all, talking to others. Amir wished he could speak to others like that, to so easily get along with another and spark up a conversation.

It frustrated him how easily she could become friends with anyone she spoke to. He felt jealous, maybe it was his drawing that pushed others away? Maybe if he did sports like her, or did better at math.. other people would like him as much as her. Amir shut his sketchbook with a slap and he left to go inside. He didn't feel like drawing anymore.

When he got home, Amir went straight into his room. He didn't feel like talking to his parents. They noticed that something was wrong and his mother knocked on the door to his room.

    "Amir? Can I come in?"

Amir didn't respond, his mother entered anyway. Amir was in the process of removing all his artwork from his desk and shelves.

His mother's brow furrowed as she saw him packing away all he worked on, his projects and ideas all being stuffed into a box.

    "Amir, what happened?" She asked.

Amir turned to her and spoke flatly, he spoke about jane and how she had tons of friends. 

    "I want friends like that! These stupid books are in the way" Amir spoke sadly.

Amir's mother stopped him from hiding his books, she was saddened at Amir's words. He was always so passionate about art, there had to be something she could do. 

After a moment, she remembered an Ad she saw from the school. An art contest.

    "Amir! Submit one of your works to the contest! Don't loose hopeinn your passions. People will surely come up to you once they see how great of an artist you are"

Amir wasn't a fan of the idea, art was clearly blocking him from making friends. He thought about Jane and how many friends she had. Armir spent a couple of days trying to play sports, games and do other activities that the others did but they just didn't feel like him. He was so good at art, that he felt like he couldn't escape it. No matter how much he tried to play games to fit in, he kept feeling drawn to creating.

After a week, Amir thought about his mother's words and guessed he should give it a shot. He spent days working on his project for the contest, he sketched, lined, painted, colored, and added any details he thought were necessary. The day of the contest was today and he could feel himself getting more nervous.

The school gym is where contestants turn in their work. Amir walked in nervously, he could feel his hands tremble as he moved closer to the table to turn his work in until he saw Jane. What was she doing here? 

Jane was holding an artwork of her own and Amir worked up enough courage to walk up to her and ask about it.

    "What's that?" Amir asked.

Jane was confused for a moment before realizing it was Amir. She smiled at him kindly and gestured to her art

    "I wanted to join the contest! I love to draw" She said happily.

Amir was shocked, no way that could be true. How else would she be good at sports.. or talking to people?

    "How?" Amir responded with a scoff.