It was a cold, windy afternoon. I sat on my bed, chin in my hands, staring out of the window. Leaves hustled by and the trees danced. Mother walked into my room, her hands accompanied by a laundry basket full of my clothes.

“Mom, i’m bored,” I said. “I don’t know what to do, plus, this weather isn’t helping at all.”

“There’s so much to do, honey. Fold your clothes,” She said.

“That’s not fun,mom.”

“Well, what do other kids your age do?”

“Things you don’t let me do.”

“Go write in that notebook I got you. And quit whining,” She said while walking away.

And so I did. I began writing in my notebook like a mad-man. Soon enough, it was filled with short stories and that was when I realized my love and my passion for writing. Ever since then, I filled up plenty of notebooks with short stories; I became obsessed with the dictionary.com app, and I promised myself that i’d become a writer, one day.
Join me on my journey toward fulfilling my dream.
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