WinterRaptor's Fandom Trash IV
How does a bastard, big-nosed, daughter of a Pole and Englishman, residing in a the middle of a suburban spot in Michigan by Detroit, her family middle class blue-collars, grow up to be a writer and a scholar?
"Frostwind", "ThreeFandoms", "WinterRaptor", got a lot farther by workin' a lot harder, by bein' a lot smarter, by being a self-starter. By fourteen, she could do anything that they put in front of her.
And every day while schoolmates were wasting away, stoned, and carted away in handcuffs, she struggled and kept her guard up. Inside, she was longing for something to be a part of, the sister was ready to cheat, lie, and hide it.
Then SprayCan came, and inspiration reined. Our girl saved her stories from drip, drippin' down the drain. Put her finger to her screen, connected it to her brain, and she drew her first character, founded by her dedication to Warriors.
Well the drawings got around, they said, "This chick's insane, man! Got all these ideas, never wrote a single word down. "Write a story, don't forget from whence you came, and the internet's gonna know your name! What's your name, ma'am?"
Shelby Ferrell. My name is Shelby Ferrell. And there's a million things I haven't done, but just you wait.
Just you wait ;)
** Cover images credited to ZAGtoons Miraculous**