So here I am, a sixteen year old girl, just completing my first novel. Of the very few people i've told about this hobby of mine they are very surprised. You see, I am very quiet whereas my story is far from reserved. I guess you could say it's what some might call an alter-ego. I can be loud and throw all of my feelings into another world, where there are no restrictions on who I am.
For a few precious moments, every week, I can escape the social pressures and forget about classes, grades and homework and simply concentrate on the thing that I love.
I couldn't reccomend this way of escape enough. Imagination is the most precious gift of all.