I was a below-average student in class with terrible grades. I wasn't popular in school or even in my class, and I was also bad at every sport. But what I hated the most about myself wasn't my academic performance or lack of athleticism; it was my own body. I'm not the handsome and attractive main character you'd find in other romcom novels. I'm a chubby guy with a decent face, at least according to my friends (whom I don't really believe in). I had no one to blame but myself because I ate a lot and didn't care about my own body. However, there was a talent I loved since childhood. In grade 1, our teacher would let us choose a kid's storybook, read it, and then draw a page with words on it. I always got excited to do that, and as the years went by, I started focusing on drawing, learning every style imaginable. So, with that useless information, I'm telling you that I loved drawing.
Despite this talent, I was somewhat known in class, but it wasn't getting me any attention from girls. I was a friendly guy with lots of friends to hang out with, but I wasn't considered "cool" or "dashing" enough to be in their league. Even though they cared about me, I didn't like hanging around with them much because I was an introverted person who preferred my comfort zone. Then, in grade 10, I made a decision that completely changed me, something I didn't expect at all.