I'm a rookie writer who need a story published and read to world so they could hear my work, to understand for you I am and giving them the world they never had and to strike on that when everything about my life could bring me up in joy. Some of the happy moments about me are that I'm nice, kind, and a gentlemen. I also have an idea for many stories that come up with I think about one and give it a world no one will never know, but on the other hand, the world is a galaxy of the big story I would get but I pretty sure know what the world is called, Journey through the mind. It was going to be called I rule the world. But instead I had to put that on. Also my mind was bring out more than I could chew, to have as many characters and worlds also family to make for the power of writing that does get to me in the world. This world is kind of like playing a video game without controllers. Basically, the plant is that game and would like to play it or not. You may play it but you have to come and get your seat, so you can play. Sometimes when you know about me; you don't know that much. Instead I couldn't tell you how many people I create, terrifying people who want to give you a piece of cake but they would say, "Don't eat the cake son it's fill of ants," and you realise how not sweet it is when you eat it after one bit. You eat the piece and you go to this world. Growing up I though about was taking some of my time to carry on about more than I can chew some more. After the piece was finished I started to daydream when I was just in kindergarten. It stopped when I came up with a story about two boys going into a haunted carnival, night terror Mike I called it. But I didn't started it but since first grade, I thought about drawing pictures, and so I was the only kid that was bad to the bone. I called the character bad matt in a interview story I made up. This story is actually about the little trouble maker who's coming back with revenge on the one you made like this.