NOTE TO READER: I normally don't post my short stories, but this is just a throw away one that was apart of my Fiction Writing assignment at my University. Other than tha, Enjoy. :D
Who am I?
Different people do different things. I, like most people, have difficulty finding what they are truly interested in. I have an interest in painting, drawing, photography, music and also writing. I am pretty good at all of them, and my singing is alright, I think. I have my good days and my toad days, but that happens with everything. Alas, no one is perfect in everything that they do. Even if it's something that they are good at. Makes sense?
So what am I? An artist, a photographer, a singer? Or a writer at heart? Maybe I am, but I really don't see it. I have tried writing other things such as scripts to manga books. I... Just stop. I become no longer in tune with the story of fictional characters who I try so hard to add realistic characteristics and situations to. Am I trying to hard? Maybe it’s all simple to do, but I refuse to think. Maybe. Or maybe, I don't want to sit down, make up fake people, make up a ridiculous story about how a teen boy who is pathetic as can be, is really a lion lord thing that furries from a clan worship. Perchance, I don't want to write about some girl who has a crappy life and then unexpectedly, something out of her wildest dreams happens. It's expected.
I just noticed that right now me writing all of my past ideas down... Bothers me. I now look back, and I despise my old ideas. I remember so many, that I even think that I have forgotten half of them. Ideas running through my little head when I was younger. Always wanting to say something, wanting to make up a joke, to make up a story... A mind. It is the greatest thing. When you think of the right things. But to make up a story—that’s not what I really desire. I don't want to make up a story just so people can see what kind of "material" I do. So people to say "Oh, this reminds me of a piece of work I've read before." And the worst thought of all... Readers thinking what I am writing is cliché. Oh, how I dread that thought. I don't want that at all.
What I would like is for people to know me. For people to read me through my eyes, even though they have never seen me. For my readers to understand me, even when they have no clue what I am speaking about. But that is the point. I want something strange, something unique. And that is what I want you to know. Every detail of everything strange, the unique happenings in my life down to the most interesting cup of ice cream I might recommend for you to try later.
Yes... I want to talk to you, and I want you to know everything.
So, do you know what I am yet? It's alright if you don't, because honestly I haven't the slightest idea either. Probably mad but who's judging?
All I can say is that I am a senior in high school, my current age is 17, my eyes are blue, my hair is black and I live for tea. Yummo. I'm 5'4" and not expecting to get any taller for I have not moved in the last 3 years. I am going through some very odd relationship issues, and that in one month I will be 18 years old. And also, I want to use up my time writing and thinking. But be warned. This is a book of everything me. Like a personal journal that's not very private.
You're probably thinking "Should she really be doing this?" It's not a matter of "If I should" it's a matter of I can. I can because I want to. And this pretty much one of some things my family won't hold me back from doing. And I am damn well going to write and no one, not even me is going to stop me.
So, everything goes in here for your eyes and your eyes only. Unless you're letting a friend read over your shoulder. Everything true, everything me, every new thought that goes through my mind. Like right now my hands hurt, and my fingers smell like oranges. Yay for fruit. Everyone has criticism for everything, and it’s hard to avoid. So, I will endure everything you think and say at this point. And at this point I am overjoyed. You got this far into my thoughts. I suppose you do understand me? Or you don't, and you want to. That's great news. That means that you are interested in what I have to offer to you, and what I have to tell you. Interested in know this fact that I, Kitty, am not wasting my time with fake characters and making them have "realistic" whatevers.
