Well...

Wright writes (heheheh) a story about an Indian girl drowning, just because he can. Not because he had to. He then wisely decides to keep it a secret from his family, instead reading it to one of his neighbors. Even though the girl is confused as to his reason for writing the story, Wright is happy. He's happy because he has something of his own that he created and dictated and made what he wanted. Its something, probably the only thing, in his life that he has complete control over. There will be no strokes in the story if he doesn't want there to be, no hunger, and no schoolyard fights. Wright is proud of his work, and rightfully so. Its like Eminem says, "Music is like magic, theres a certain feeling you get, when your real and you spit (rap) and people are feelin your ... crap ... " substitue music for writing, and this was what Wright was feeling. A kind of 'magic' that comes from sharing with someone else your work that you're passionate about. He felt pride in himself, and was happy about his accomplishments. YAY WRITING! ...(that was sarcastic.)