7Arthur McGlow has never written a single word in his life, not even his own name on a test. But, when he is given a pad of paper and a pen and forced to write, will all of his amazing thoughts spill out?
Chapter One: The Freak Who Can't Write
Arthur McGlow was your average middle school student. Accept he was three years older than all of his classmates. Arthur had been held back three times. Not because he was stupid, but because he would refuse to write anything. Nobody really knew why Arthur wouldn't write, but it was started to become a very serious issue.
Arthur stepped up to his locker. He twisted the lock and it popped open when he was finished. He stood with his back turned to the rest of the hall. He was bigger and older than the rest of his schoolmates and hated to watch them stare at him. He pulled out his science notebook and textbook and carried it to the other side of the school as the bell rang.
"Mr. McGlow. How nice of you to join us," Arthur's teacher, Mrs. Gibson, sneered. Arthur slipped to his usual desk in the back of the room. Mrs. Gibson wrote something one the board, which she expected everyone to write down. But the pen clipped onto the inside of the rings of Arthur's notebook didn't budge a bit. Mrs. Gibson looked at Arthur, who wasn't writing, and shook her head.
After class, Arthur headed toward the lunchroom, where he knew he would just be mocked and laughed at for not ever writing a single word. "Look, here comes 'The Freak Who Can't Write!'" some kids would shout. "Hey, McGlow, I have a doctor's appointment today. Can you give me your notes from seventh period math?" Mark Dwane would laugh. Arthur dropped his lunch tray on an empty table, making the food jump. He sat down and started eating.
The thing that really made Arthur mad was that he was mocked because he 'couldn't write'. But the thing was, he could write. He learned how to write letters in first grade and was taught to write in complete, detailed sentences in second he grade. He just chose not to use his ability to write. He would just let his thoughts bubble inside his head, usually not even open his mouth to speak them. Arthur just didn't want to pick up and pen and write.
Arthur raced home that day on his bike. He was pedaling so fast he thought that the pedals on his bike were going to spin off. When he got home, he parked his bike in the shed like he always does and went write inside. He dropped his backpack on his floor. "No homework, Arthur?" his mother asked, like she did, everyday. Arthur shrugged while sticking his head in the refrigerator. "Yeah. But I don't want to write." He would reply. His mother rolled her eyes and left the room. She agreed with his teachers that Arthur had a writing problem; they just couldn't figure what it was and why he wouldn't write.
Arthur grabbed a book from his backpack and plopped on the couch. He opened up the book and started reading, like he did every day when he came home from school. 'My life is so predictable,' Arthur thought. 'Why can't my life be more like a book, where you never know what's coming next?'
End Chapter One
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