Somewhere in a lonely town, in an even lonelier state, sits a lonely girl (barely fourteen), writing.

I've been writing ever since I was eight.  My first story was eight pages, front and back.  Now, it'd be a miracle to make a story that short.  In my room, a binder sits, full of recent works, forgotten or yet to be finished, with some still needing to be jotted down. 

I love to read, but I've lost my interest in most books (especially after the Harry Potter series ended and Twilight seemed to be the only option), and WeBook is a nice substitute.  I love to write, though I find it hard to get motivated.  I hope to publish some of my works one day.