I decided to write this article about a place and about an animal which I hold very dear to my heart; Gardening Club and a chicken. About a year ago, I was finding trouble fitting in. I'm the smart girl, the one who most people wouldn't be seen dead talking to, the one who didn't have a sense of style. There was, however, one girl who talked to me. Soon, we became fast friends. She told me about Gardening Club, bringing me along one lunch time to try it. She showed me the school chickens, the gardening beds, the fishes and the greenhouse. I was introduced to the supervisor, given a letter for my mum and told to ask her to sign it. The following week, I brought it back and was allowed to fully participate for the first time. I was kitted out with my own pair of steel-toe-capped boots, given a spade and joined in turning over the soil. It was then, that for the first time in months, that I felt that I had friends.
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