"Every great artist needs an introduction" my dad always said. I guess you can consider me an artist, I mean I love art with every bone in my body but I wouldn't dare compare myself to a real artist.
Hi, my names Hannah Gnowe and this is my story. Sit down, relax, stick your headphones in your ears, and pay attention.
I've always been interested in writing, art, music, theatre, anything that could express emotion. For years I've been tapping beats that have already been made, creating art that's already been seen but that's just me, that's just who I am. I pay for it though when I see how talented everyone around me is. My best friends are very artistic and my boyfriend is a musician- a very good one at that.
My mom bailed when I was about eight and my sister was three. It's just been my dad, Mamrie, and me in our small house with a tiny yard and a white picket fence. Just like the one house that you see in the movies, you know the small yellow one with the small white porch. Anyways, my Dad tried really hard to pay mind to Mamrie and I but he was always stuck teaching classes, as a professor that's what he has to do and what he's paid minimal wage for- teaching English majors. Because of him I've always been good, good grades means good daughter to him.
My last year of high school seemed to be Tyler my boyfriend, homework, art competions, repeat.
Tyler, homework, art, repeat.
Tyler, homework, art, repeat.
Tyler.
Homework.
Art.
Repeat.
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GØNER
FanfictionEverything went by so fast but it now seemed to be moving slow. Glass was flying through the air, the sound of the minivan tearing through metal scratched at my ears, Dad's head was lying on the wheel, Mamrie's arms limply fell onto my lap, my head...
