I did not have an easy time as a teenager, because instead of getting super powers when I turned thirteen (like kids in movies do), I got a mental disorder. I kept silent about for four years until finally, I was sick and tired of lying and keeping secrets from people. For all of those middle school years, I saw no point in life, and I hated every second of living until one day in seventh grade when our class read a book. Then my class in eighth grade read another book. Then the summer after my freshman year I read three books. Then finally came the Christmas of my sophomore year and I got tons of books.

Books soon started filling up every corner of my bedroom but also my head. I always had a book with me because now I was enjoying my life for the first time ever. Towards the end of my sophomore year, in my English class, we had to rewrite the end of a book for our term paper. Writing that paper was the most fun I ever remember having, and ever since that paper I have been writing random things in my journal or really anywhere.

When I came to college and I found out about Odyssey it sounded interesting and something that I would like and then I got in. I love writing every week, and I want to keep writing for my whole life. The thing about my writing is just that; it's mine, and it's the first time that something has ever been mine.