I was 12 when I picked up my first book. In detention, had to spend an hour in my school's library, thinking of the weekend's plans. To pass the time I thought I'd read. I haven't stopped since then.
I was 13 when I started writing. If you could call an adolescent's record of day-to-day life writing. But it was everything I needed; an outlet, a refuge, a hobby, a secret. I would confess my crush on a classmate only to a paper, then burn it. It helped.
I was 16 when a boy gave me a book. The Lovers. And that, we were. I haven't read it yet. I have moved from one house to another, from one city to another. It's the first thing I pack.
I am 20, the sum of all the words I read, and all the words I write.
I was 13 when I started writing. If you could call an adolescent's record of day-to-day life writing. But it was everything I needed; an outlet, a refuge, a hobby, a secret. I would confess my crush on a classmate only to a paper, then burn it. It helped.
I was 16 when a boy gave me a book. The Lovers. And that, we were. I haven't read it yet. I have moved from one house to another, from one city to another. It's the first thing I pack.
I am 20, the sum of all the words I read, and all the words I write.
