Junie B. Jones: A Short Story

For as long as I can remember, I have loved reading. Fiction, non-fiction, biographies, it does not matter to me. I remember my mom trying to teach me how to read when I was only three years old. I started off reading small Dr. Seuss books, and then with age it was on to interesting newspaper articles and entertaining novels. One of my all-time favorite books when I was a child was Junie B. Jones. I read every book that had her name in the title. Reading was my great escape; it was like I would get lost in the books. I would spend hours reading, and at times, I felt like I was the characters in the book. Reading exposed me to many different situations and outcomes, and it also broadened my vocabulary. In a way, reading helped me prepare and

Basically, he was explaining to me that my paper was well written, but there were a few grammatical errors that I could change to make it a little better, the usual. For some odd reason, I decided to actually read my paper because, in the heat of the moment with an hour to write, I really had no clue what I had actually written. As I was reading my paper, I realized the way I talked about how I felt different seemed very familiar to me. A couple days passed and I kept racking my brain because for the life of me, I could not think of why my paper sounded so familiar. It was Thursday, I was sitting at the lunch table eating the garbage my cafeteria tried to pass off as food, a chicken breast that tasted too much like cardboard, peas that were entirely too mushy, and a roll that could have broken a window if thrown hard enough. As I was sitting there picking at my plate, it finally came to me. It was Paper Towns! The book Paper Towns by John Green. The way I spoke about myself seemed so familiar because it was along the same lines as how Margo, the main character, felt about herself. In the book, she talks about how she feels like she does not fit in, and she has to get away from her “paper town”. I did not plagiarize the book or anything, but I did speak about myself in sort of the same way because I actually felt the same way she did in the book. My

I waited until the last five minutes of class, and I asked my teacher if I could see a few of my papers, and surely enough, I had done this same thing once or twice before. Some of my previous papers in my English class showed resemblances in other books I had read. Sometimes it was the tone I used in my papers and other times it was simply the wording I used that sounded like some of the books I had read. I never noticed how much my writing was influenced by these books until that moment. It was really an eye-opener for me and I feel like this automatically became an advantage for me because I could now take my papers to a place that other writers might not be able to because of the inspirations I have gained from the books I