"“I see myself as a huge fiery comet, a shooting star. Everyone stops, points up and gasps "Oh look at that!" Then- whoosh, and I'm gone...and they'll never see anything like it ever again... and they won't be able to forget me- ever.” -- Jim Morrison" When I was little, I read Fairytales with my dad. In Fairytales, there's always a Prince, just waiting to whisk you off your feet and carry you off into the sunset. The bad guy is always easy to spot. He wears a black cape, he laughs every time something goes bad, and is always there to turn your day upside down. But in real life, Charming isn't there. He's off with some beach blonde and his heads in the sand. And the bad guy? He's there, but without the black cape. He can make you laugh, he's gorgeous, and has an amazing head of hair. My life, isn't anywhere close to normal. I'm awkward, but than again, who isn't? I'd say 'nobody's perfect', but then I'd end up breaking out in song, and never get this finished. I'm in my first year of high school. Yeah, I know, young. But I've been forced to change into the mature person I am today. I'm not going to lie and say I'm this beautiful goddess, so throw yourself at my feet and kiss the floor I walk on. I'm just... me. My eyes, they can't decide if they want to be green or blue, my hair is this strange mix of red and brown and my nose... Lets just say I hate it. I have four younger brothers, three who live with my dad. One is three feet away from me as I type, giving me a dirty look. I have a cat who likes to attack my foot, and a dog who barks at everything that moves. My life's goal is to become an author. To be the author of the book millions of people hold tight in their grasps. And maybe one day, be as famous as Suzanne Collins.