Her name was Anne Robinson. She was beautiful, she was tough, she was fearless, and, as a child, she was everything I had ever wanted to be. She was my main character. In early childhood I had many friends. They were all amazing, and they supported me through several trying times. I called them my older siblings. Of course, they were fictional, but at the time I was too invested in them to care about the actual state of their reality. I had come up with at least a dozen “older siblings,” whether they be actual fictional characters, or characters that I had simply made up. At the time, they were my creative outlet. I would go on marvelous adventures with my brother, Peter Pan in order to save my other brother, Harry Potter (of course taking help from my older sister, Velma Kelly). It was another few years before I figured out how I could channel that creativity into something substantial, and perhaps even something useful. …show more content…
This way, I made a character who could actually meet all of the imaginary siblings I had had as a child. I could interact with my childhood friends again, only this time it would be on paper, instead of just inside of my head. Anne Robinson was my new outlet. When I was first writing the story, it was merely a simple hobby that I was trying out during my free time. One day, however, my teacher read a bit of my writing. Later, he pulled me aside, only to tell me that I was the best writer that he had ever had in any of his classes. That’s when writing became not just a hobby, but a