Well, Hi! Im Sabrina, and i am trying really hard to finish a story without eliminating it. The point is that as a writer, i have this weird moments in where im just imagining im the main character, and i start writing about some drama life, or some daily routine, or just my capacity to ruin everything. That is me.
So, i 'll publish some of these weird things i write while i'm not paying attention to the Biology class.
Once upon a time, there was a girl who did not liked his name, she hated it. This girl started reading as soon as her mother started to buy books, she read fantasy and Si-Fi.
Now, the girl is 13 years old, and continues reading books from all kinds of sizes and genres, but still loving fantasy. She started writing stories when she turned 10, and since that moment, she couldn't finish a book without having another idea for another book.
That girl is me, the girl who hated her name.
—I just...This is not me.
—Everyone changes after that. I was not the same person, now I'm... different.
—I'm not talking about that, i mean, i don't kill people normaly.
—Well, now you do. Get used to it.
—How can you do it? How can you not feel at all?
—After some time, a couple of years, you realize that people are nothing, and that humanity is bullshit.
—Is that going to happen to me?
—Yes, but don't worry, we will figure this together. I won't leave you.
—Thanks to you.
And we kissed.
Hiiii! Okey, i must say first of all, that the moments are not related to one another.