The story of my life ;)

The tavern is dank and dark, flickering candlelight inside of lanterns hanging on the wall are the only light sources. Shady figures are sitting diffused at the wooden tables, drinking away their pain. An older bartender who is starting to lose his hair is wiping the counter as if closing up shop. A single waitress saunters around in a tight gettup, aiding the customers with more then just their orders. A young woman sits in the very back of the tavern, wearing a long black cloak. She has the hood pulled over her head, with long curly blonde hair coming out just a bit. The only other thing barely visible is her pale skin and slatebabyblue eyes watching everyone. The door opens and a man, maybe about thirty years old, walks in cautiously. He pushes his glasses back onto his nose, only for them to slide down again. Walking to her table, he placed multibooks down in front of her, and proceeded to sit down. Crossing her arms, she waited in silence, while he cleared his throat. They began.

1. What's you're name and do you like it, why or why not?

The girl tilted her head, eyes gleaming curiously. She lowered her hood, and ran her fingers through her golden blonde hair. Leaning one elbow on the table while holding her chin, she stared at the man and replied, "Brooke. And yes I've come to accept it, for I think it is such that it is not common, yet not completely strange. And it has such a nice ring to it, perfectly fitting with a middle name."

The old man scribbled in pencil on a small white notebook, and continued.

2. Do you like animals? Why, why not? What's your favorite? The girl slyly grinned, revealing straight white teeth. "I love animals..more then people atleast. They are loyal..they are beautiful..they are free. My favorite..? That would probably have to be ...a wolf. Wolves are free, free to run and do as they like. They enjoy nature, embrace it and live by instincts."

The man scoffed slightly, causing the girls smile to fade into sterness. He pulled at his tie as if he was dying of heat, but she shivered from the coldness.

3. Do you have any siblings? If not, what about your parents? How do you feel about these people?

"I don't have any siblings, except for friends that I call my brothers and sisters. My parents both live with me...but I don't enjoy their presence. They fight a lot..so I'm distant from them. I love them as any child should..but I don't feel like they have given me the parental aspect of a childhood." She stared at the small cracks in the table when she said this, her voice low and serious.

4. Do you know me? The girl raised an eyebrow, rubbing her chin softly, her cheeks rosy. "No I don't."

5. Where do you live? She sat back in her chair, her hands behind her head in a relaxed pose. She yawned slightly. "I live in the United States.." She would not go into further detail, instead giving him the notion to continue.

6. Do you like music, and if so, how do you relate it to your writing? "I love music...any and every kind of music. Except country and rap..but I'm expanding every day. I get my best writing ideas when I'm listening to music..I can zone out and focuse. And the songs have meanings expressed through their lyrics and melodies, meanings I can pass on through my writing." She closed her eyes. The man continued scribbling even as she was finished, flipping over to a clean new page.

7. What is your favorite thing to write?

"I like to write stories about love..as the one thing I haven't experienced..yet I am so influenced by and in a way obsessed with..." She cut off, maybe slightly embarrased. She coughed slightly, a sign to move on.

8. Are you a people person?

"I guess it depends...I'm a little shy and sometimes enjoy being alone. But I do like to talk, and hang out with friends. Sometimes people can't get me to stop talking. It's like, if theres something there I'm great, but if there's nothing there I have no idea what to say or do." She grinned slightly, reminescing about a past experience.

9. Do you seem to have a lot of REAL friends?

"I actually just went through a period of something like this..a group of friends I hung out with turned on me. It was really immature and two-faced, but I learned who my real friends are. I'd say I only have one, my best girl friend Rachel." She let out a sigh, one of sadness and anger while remembering those manipulative jerks.

10. How do you feel about war?

"I don't like it..I don't like the death and fighting, the needlessness of it all. But I don't think I can do anything about it.."

11. Why do you like StoryWrite?

"It is very inspiring..I can put all my thoughts out on here easily, compared to writing with pencil on paper or even typing in word. And the community is a plus, I can get reviews that will make my work stronger."

12. What got you into writing? "I've always been a writer. I've always gotten 100s on every single essay or paper I've ever written. I wrote my first stories in first grade, and everyone loved them...I realize this sounds somewhat narcissistic or conceited, but I don't mean to be..basically I've always loved to write.."

13. Do you have a friend here that you really, really love? "I haven't really made any friends here that are that close...haven't made any ones that I talk to much at all.." Her voice trailed of, another sigh. For the first time in an hour since they began, she looked up at the man again. He had flipped atleast six pages of notepaper, and didn't even make eyecontact with her. His glasses were at the tip of his nose, and his forehead glistening with sweat.

14. Does your writing seem to effect the people around you?

"Only when I share my writing..I am greatly supported by my friends and family, which helps a lot. My english teacher and creative writing teacher also enjoy my stories and give me very helpful criticism...Emotion and developement of characters are the most important elements for me.."

**15. Why do you write?

"Why? There are so many reasons why...to convey my thoughts, feelings. To entertain the reader with a story. To find things in my writing that I lack in real life. To inspire others to write and read. To get rid of stress and painful feelings. And simply because I enjoy the english language, the possibilities, and the feeling of accomplishment when you succeed.." She smiled slightly, almost proud of herself. Realizing he was done with the interview, she stood up and shook his hand, which was limp and cold. Grimacing to herself, she put the hood over her again, drawing the strings to make it tight. She walked slowly past him, and pushed on the wooden door and disapeared into the cold night.