Every great story doesn't start out great. It usually starts off as something sudden, an idea. Sometimes that idea is stupid, but then it grows and grows. I never thought I’d be writing a story like this in my entire life, I didnt even plan on being an author. The idea had just happened. I constantly lost muse and I couldnt continue or i’d write and read it later and want to throw it out the window.
I dont know where I got the idea of this story but I know for a fact this isnt what i intended doing for the next four years. Mom suggested it after..the incident. She said if I spent at least an hour a day id have some way to try and get through it. Maybe she’s right, I mean i have always wanted to be an author. The only problem is...what do I write about?