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[sam evans]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:420; height:650; background-image:url('http://www.webdesignhot.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/VectorVintageSeamlessBackground_thumb.jpg'); ] Don't be fooled I was raised by the wolves [/style][style=width:400px; height:15px; background-color:#cc1100; font-family:georgia; color:#fffafa; text-transform:uppercase; letter-spacing:5px; font-size:7px; text-align:center; padding: 10px;]tag open words 575 notes hi :3 Sam Evans hated English assignments, if only for the pure and simple fact that they were difficult for him. Actually, writing, he loved - pretty much nobody ever guessed that about him - but because of his dyslexia, he'd built himself a wall around any chance for improvement in that area. Knocking down the walls was possible, he was sure - plenty of dyslexics had gone on to do great things - but the fact of the matter was, Sam only had two more years to do it. He was going to have to start applying for colleges in a little under a year, and he was probably going to have to write an essay for it. That was where it all went to hell. Not to mention, he was a Lima loser - and the probability of greatness for someone stuck in this cow town was slim to none. The library was the last place he should have been on a Monday afternoon, seeing as not only was he supposed to pick up his brother and sister in a half an hour, but it was raining, so even one minute too late and Sam would have a bunch of soggy, whiny kids on his hands for the walk home. An umbrella would have been a nice solution to this problem had they actually had one. There wasn't much they did have anymore; it was a bit of a hindrance, to say the least. It was hard, but Sam thought that learning to live without some stuff had made them all stronger. He was good at looking on the bright side of things, which was pretty convenient for his family's situation. Sitting in a chair at a table hidden in the far back corner of the library, Sam Evans cracked open the book he was reading - The Catcher in the Rye - and tried to get through the first paragraph of Chapter Three. Normally, he would have called this great progress for him, but the problem with that? The assignment was due next week. And he'd already had the book for two. That evened out to a chapter and a half per week, so no way was he ever going to finish it. He might as well have just started his paper now and accepted defeat. [style=width:400px; height:15px; background-color:#cc1100; font-family:georgia; color:#fffafa; text-transform:uppercase; letter-spacing:5px; font-size:6px; text-align:center; padding: 5px;]template by haley of don't stop believing