Fair warning, don't get attached to my stories. One-shots I'm fine with, but actual stories I suck at.
If you're bored enough to want to know more about me:
I first realized I had a knack for writing when I was in first grade. My teacher gave us the story starter "I'm flying on a magic carpet..." and I was the one she praised the most, saying it was the best story in the class. Y'know, for a little loser kid, that was like saying god had given you superhuman powers. It was amazing. The rest of my class hated it.
I didn't start seriously writing until middle school though, when I hit puberty. I became this angsty little loser girl with a bunch of loser friends and wrote poetry about the popular boy I liked. If you would like proof, I suggest you scroll down and check out some of my horrible poems from my crush days. I'm pretty sure they're still there.
I've been on this site a long, long time. I need a life.
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