This year is going to be different. An Essay

Harry’s brow furrowed as the clock struck midnight. Everyone else was joyful. His mind was on the struggles ahead.                                                                                     ”This year is going to be different. This year I am going to make friends,” he said to himself firmly. No more sitting in a vacant corner of the lunchroom eating cold pizza. No more would he be an outcast, pressing his face to the bubbling wineglass of laughter. Suddenly he shook himself out of his daze.              ”This introspection is the first obstacle to fall,” he thought as he walked to the nearest party-goer with determination.                                                                            ”Hi,” he said with a smile. My name is Harry. What’s yours?”

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