Dear Diary,
My name is Javaris Jamar Javarison-Lamar but my buddies call me JR for short. Having such a long name, goes with my long feet. Size 12, same number as my age, I know what you are thinking. That’s a big foot size for a pre teen, and its not just my feet that are big, my hands are big, and I'm the tallest out of all my friends, (not that I have many) 6 feet tall!! I get mistaken for being way older then I actually am. But I guess that’s what makes me unique, and I don’t mind it so much. My mother worries about me and my dad calls me JR the giant, the weird thing is no one in my family is taller then 6 feet, and I’m not even done growing.
My name is Javaris Jamar Javarison-Lamar but my buddies call me JR for short. Having such a long name, goes with my long feet. Size 12, same number as my age, I know what you are thinking. That’s a big foot size for a pre teen, and its not just my feet that are big, my hands are big, and I'm the tallest out of all my friends, (not that I have many) 6 feet tall!! I get mistaken for being way older then I actually am. But I guess that’s what makes me unique, and I don’t mind it so much. My mother worries about me and my dad calls me JR the giant, the weird thing is no one in my family is taller then 6 feet, and I’m not even done growing.
"How was your day at school Javaris?" Mrs. Lamar asked her son
"It was fine" he lied, the only good thing that happened to JR today was that he got a slam dunk in basketball in gym class.
Ever since he could remember JR had a hard time fitting in at school. He was big, bigger than all the rest of the kids. His shoe is a size twelve, and he is just over six feet tall so he towers over his friends and even some of his teachers. He is twelve years old, and being that age it is hard enough to fit in as it is, forget about looking like a giant.
JR took off his shoes and sat down next to his mom at the table, rubbing his feet.
"Are your feet soar honey? they look a little blistered." Mrs. Lamar asked with concern in her voice.
"Ya, i think my shoes are just a bit tight is all, don't worry about it" He replied.
JR worried about his mom sometimes, she always got more and more concerned when it came to his big size. Its not he was eating to much or was to heavy, he was just simply big boned. She kept nagging JR's father about the situation, saying they should take there son to the hospital. All he would tell her in response was that it was all in her head, and they just had a big boy for a son, a strong boy.
"Oh my, you just won't stop growing will you? It really worries me..." She got pale and wondered to the living room.
"It was fine" he lied, the only good thing that happened to JR today was that he got a slam dunk in basketball in gym class.
Ever since he could remember JR had a hard time fitting in at school. He was big, bigger than all the rest of the kids. His shoe is a size twelve, and he is just over six feet tall so he towers over his friends and even some of his teachers. He is twelve years old, and being that age it is hard enough to fit in as it is, forget about looking like a giant.
JR took off his shoes and sat down next to his mom at the table, rubbing his feet.
"Are your feet soar honey? they look a little blistered." Mrs. Lamar asked with concern in her voice.
"Ya, i think my shoes are just a bit tight is all, don't worry about it" He replied.
JR worried about his mom sometimes, she always got more and more concerned when it came to his big size. Its not he was eating to much or was to heavy, he was just simply big boned. She kept nagging JR's father about the situation, saying they should take there son to the hospital. All he would tell her in response was that it was all in her head, and they just had a big boy for a son, a strong boy.
"Oh my, you just won't stop growing will you? It really worries me..." She got pale and wondered to the living room.