Sometimes books are better friends than people.
When no one else understands, the characters do.
They listen, they empathize, the author puts into words feelings I can’t explain by myself.
The kids at school thought I was weird, because I always had two books in my backpack.
I actually read during silent reading, instead of hiding my phone between the pages.
My English teachers loved my passion.
My reading score and level was always above average.
I didn’t realize then what it would mean to me in the future.
When I was in the fifth grade, I knew I wanted to be on the other end.
I wanted to write, to create worlds born from my imagination.
Realistic plots and dialogues that would intrigue the reader, like I have been countless times.
I wanted to make a difference in the written world, I still do.
I haven’t changed much since then, and neither have my passions.