Two weeks ago, I totally bombed my English project.
Like… forgot-my-lines, froze-onstage, almost-threw-up level of bomb.
I wanted to disappear. I swore I'd never speak in front of a group again.
But then my teacher gave me another chance.
She said, "Jayden, if you're brave enough to fail, you're brave enough to try again."
And you know what?
I did it.
I tried again.
I stuttered. My voice cracked. My palms were sweatier than a gym sock in July. But I did it.
"Failure doesn't mean the story's over. Sometimes, it's just a plot twist."
Now, people wave at me in the hallway. They say "nice job."
It feels weird.
Good-weird.
Like maybe I'm not invisible after all.