Can you remember your teenage hood? Can you remember, deep in your stomach, or hidden in the last part of your brain, the feeling of crossing the school gate and entering something way more important, than it let you think ? I do. I remember the glares at my short hair. I remember the smell of angst. I remember the voices calling me "soulless". Let me introduce you, to the side of the story that you couldn't see. Welcome in the diary of a freak, 11 yo, entering secondary school.

My passion is drawing and writing, so publishing my own story even if nobody reads it, is clearly a dream, so here I am ! You can call me Arlo, I like cartoons, my pets and skate <- only reason I leave my house English is not my native language and it’s literally the first time I draw digital T.T