Kelly

I have been a writer for as long as I can remember. Some people feel so passionate about their work that is if they put a part of themselves into it. For me it feels more like it is the other way around. I learn more about myself through my writing. This was very true through out my high school years. Through out high school I worked on a story that involved me as a fictional character. She had been plucked from her home and entered a strange world very different from her home mirroring my own situation in my mind. From the start I made her the things I wanted to be but wasn't; confident, independent, strong. I was bossy so I made her a natural leader. I was picked on so I made her capable of defending herself. I had no idea where I was going and that was the one we shared. Unlike me my fictional counterpart was sure of herself and the journey she made was a physical one. I was unaware of it at the time but I was creating physical challenges that matched my internal ones. High school was more of an internal struggle for me that anything else and my story had a purely external conflict. As I developed and matured so did my counterpart. I learned I had a temper and my counterpart developed that as well as gaining pyrokinisis. I gained friends so did she. On the other hand as I became more confident in myself she became less so. She even came across a new problem that never seemed like a possibility for her: an internal one. She too was learning things about herself but whereas I grew from these revelations she was overwhelmed by them. She became less like an ideal and more like a person. One thing stayed the same for us both. I have always had a very active imagination. I struggle to interact with the real world. How do I fix this? More importantly...  do I even want to? My counterpart was taken from her home into a fanciful place. Now she doesn't even know if she wants to go back or if it is even still "home" to her. And whatever choice we make will be the same one.