31st May 2025
The rain tapped against the windows at Scott's school. He was seven and felt small. "Scott! Read your story again!" shouted Ms. Leanne. Scott's heart raced. "The little dragon who was scared of the dark..." he said softly. The class laughed. Ms. Leanne tore his paper. Scott felt sad as he walked home. He hid under his bed and opened his black notebook. On the last page was a note from his dad: "This space is for your story."
Later, Scott's mom came in. "Scott, your teacher called. She said you don’t participate in class." He looked down, tears in his eyes. "I'm just so stupid..." His mom sat down. "No, you're just different." She took out a golden pen, saying it belonged to his grandfather. "Maybe it’s your turn now," she said with a smile. That night, Scott wrote with the pen. "One day, I will be a great writer!" he dreamed.
The next day, Scott took the golden pen to school. He held it tightly in his hand as he walked to class. When it was time to write, Scott remembered his mom's words. He began scribbling about a brave dragon who found his courage. The pen sparkled as it glided across the page, making Scott smile.
During lunch, Scott showed his new story to his friend Lily. She read it with big eyes and said, "Wow, Scott, this is amazing!" Scott felt a warm glow in his heart. For the first time, he didn't feel small. He felt like he could do anything.
That afternoon, Ms. Leanne asked if anyone had a new story to share. Scott hesitated but slowly raised his hand. As he read about the brave dragon, nobody laughed. In fact, the room was quiet as they listened. When he finished, everyone clapped, and Scott knew he had found his true voice with the golden pen.
