chapter 1, page 1, paragraph 2

I'm telling you this story because I believe it's important to learn from our mistakes. We all seem to just run our lives in the same general direction, there's no room for individuality. That's what I had always struggled with most in life. I had to find out who I was and what made me special, all before the age of eighteen. I took to art subjects in school, because that what I thought it was, art is individuality right? No, not when you're being graded on it, it can never be yours if you're doing it for someone else. That's what I learnt over the last few months. You've just got to ignore what everybody else says and go your own path.

chapter 1, page 1, paragraph 1

Where do you begin? Maybe I should start with a basic synopsis explaining my life thus far. I could tell you of all my boring childhood, and how un-inspiring it was compared to that of Scout Finch. Come to think of it, I could pull up some obscure quote from a book you may never have read or a movie you've never watched. Maybe this person who spoke it has died, years ago? Possibly only recently. But this quote none the less ties in with the story, and evokes the emotions that I convey toward the end of this story. Does it end? Did it ever truly begin?