After moving to Hollywood making friends was not as easy as it was before.  Maybe it because the childhood friends you had had a member limit.  Maybe because as children start growing up they become less excepting of new people coming into their lives.  Or maybe it was that Chuck was even too weird for Hollywood.  He wasn’t a loner, he knew his classmates by name, he’d eat with them at nutrition and lunch breaks and he’d wait patiently for them to pick him last for kick ball.  He was awkward when he played kick ball, tetherball, hand ball or anything having to do with a ball and coordination.  The one thing he liked doing was drawing and he did it well.  To the kid outside his class he was just a weird kid who would doodle in the dirt under the tree surrounded by the black tar asphalt of the playground.  To the those kids in his class he was all that too, but they also knew he could draw something by looking at it without tracing and that he would do it for them if they asked.  He was so good at it became his job during the breaks, Chuck would carry a large sketch pad with him to school, and during lunch kids would ask him to draw their favorite cartoon character.  At first he did it for free, but eventually kids would end up giving him chocolate milk, chocolate chip cookies, or fifty cents so he could go purchase the goodies himself for one of his drawings.  Chuck couldn’t refuse such offers, because he really liked chocolate.

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