When I was younger, I didn't have a brillliant childhood. My parents were always arguing, I was always getting shouted at or smacked for tiny things, there was always tension in our house, and I never had friends over. 2
But my parents were also far too strict about school-but one good thing did come of this. They taught me to read. This became my escape from the world around me. I was happily reading Ladybird books by the time I was three, and I loved making little stories by drawing pictures.3
When I became seven, my Dad suggested one day that I became a writer. My favourite author at the time was Enid Blyton, and I read as many of her books as possible, eagerly trying to drink up any ideas, any sparks that I would later remember. I began making little 'books' from paper, tiny stories with added drawings, and always a 'blurb' on the back! I used to go round school, asking all my friends to read it. The pride that used to swell up in me when someone told me that they liked it!-Actually liked something I had made! I began to realise I was worth something.4
Over the years, I went through the usual youthful thing of wanting to do every single career that had ever existed, but the idea of writing never fully left me.5
When I was thirteen, I had been badly bullied at three schools, and ended up being 'home-schooled' for a year. Not that there was much schooling done! But I did spend the next year and a half trying to write my first novel. Unfortunately, I threw it away, thinking it was rubbish, not even considering I might want to change it later.6
Fast forward many years later, and I came across this site. I had not forgotten the other story I had written. I was now with my boyfriend, not talking to my parents, and I felt free for the first time in my life. From the tangled ashes of this, and my tossed away novel, my story 'Connor' began to rise like a phoenix. 7
I now have aspirations of becoming a fully published writer-the feeling I get whenever someone says they love reading my story, and can't wait for more, goes all the way down to my soul, where the little girl waiting in there jumps in excitement, and smiles a little bit more.....8
But this isn't my only dream. My other dream, is much more important to me, and some of it has already happened. 9
Part of this was my wonderful boyfriend. I remember one night, when I was fourteen, stood outside my back door, letting the dog out for a bit into our yard, feeling a bit lonely, I made a wish. I wished for someone to look after me, someone who liked the same things as me, the same music, was funny, and would love me for me. There were a few other physical things too such as blue eyes, the same height or taller, among other things which I will leave to your imagination.........!10
Three years later, when I started at college, I was chatting to another girl I had just met, when I saw a young lad walking along the path towards us. I swear my stomach flipped when I saw him, and I fully believe in love at first sight. To cut a long story short, we started going out, and we are still just as much in love now, if not more.11
I know some people will read this and think 'ugh, whatever', but for the first time in my life I feel safe. I feel wanted. I feel special. I feel loved. He has brought so much more into my life than I could ever have asked for, and every time I think of the fact he is mine, I want to cry, and thank the gods for letting him be mine.12
I also want to have a happy little family of my own one day. I know some people want money, or a good career, (which I kind of also do want), or a big house, but my main want is simple. I want to correct everything my parents did wrong, and have a family where everyone is happy, no-one argues all the time, everyone gets to say what they want, and everyone feels loved. I want to have children and bring them up to be my best friends as well as my children.13
Well, I hope I haven't bored you by this point, but that is all I want from my life. If I could accomplish these, especially the second one, I would be happy for the rest of my life.
14~Miranda
Silver trophy winner
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-but at least now I have Connor!
