When I was just a girl I wanted to see the world through my brothers eyes. This wasn't because of anything except how much he seemed to despise it. I got into writing stories because one night he was curled up in his bed, upset. My baby, not so baby, brother was upset, and I loved him. So I climbed the bunk and began hugging him. For a year I was the only person who could get him to sleep. Because I would tell him fanciful stories about mid-evil times and dragons, creative stories about a robopocalypse, creatures that live in volcanoes. All of these things brought him and I to be the biggest trouble makers. Always together though. Never were we apart longer than hour or so.
My biggest inspiration, my brightest love, and it all unfold for him.
I am 6 minutes and 48 seconds older than my baby brother.
So if you ever question why I'm insane, wonderful, devious, brutal, anything really, it all started when we were just kids, and I stepped up.