My name is Bailey.

I'm almost fifteen and a freshman in high school. I've been writing since I was seven, and I honestly would die without it. Everything I write has a meaning, a purpose, a memory, and I won't post a good portion of my writing.

Stories:

Beach: This one is finally finished! I'm posting a chapter a day until it's all posted. It'll be left up for a little while, and then I'll take it down for good. THANK YOU for all the reviews. They truly make my day.

Claudette: This one is on haitus. I have parts one and two done. This one is probably going to change a lot, and I might even take it down for a little while. Sorry, guys. I know most of you like this one.

The Girl In The Hot Air Balloon: This is my honest to goodness story, my life. It's scatterbrained and strange and will make you want to pull out your hair. Basically, it's for me, just a little piece of writing I can keep for myself. The poems aren't that great, but I hope you enjoy.

I want to write the truth,

every little speck,

and not worry about rhymes

or rhythm,

just the way I feel,

the words I write,

but now I'm wondering

if I'm capable of being honest

or if I'm just stuck

as me.

Excerpt from: The Girl In The Hot Air Balloon