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Her soft humming alongside the scribbles of her pen on her paper was the only thing she could focus on.
Right on her desk was a journal that was given to her as a birthday gift. The one who gifted it to her said that the journal reminded him of her, knowing how much she wanted to be a writer.
And write she did.
Five years later, now at fifteen years old, [Name] continued her passion through journaling and writing stories.
The very journal she was writing on had many pages. In fact, she hasn't even passed half of them. Her handwriting was in neat cursive, her own special handwriting that only she could understand.
Glancing at the side of her desk, she smiled softly at the many different sizes of notebooks laid on top of each other. Each notebook consisted of stories that are completed and unfinished by the girl herself.
A bookworm she may be, but her love for books blossomed her passion for story writing.