My head is full of ideas, enclosed in a cloud of unwritten thoughts. 

I truly didn't plan to write. Growing up, I had no friends to play with so I used to daydream as an escape. When I daydream, I think of friends I never had. When I daydream, it's like I'm making a new world. Since daydreaming isn't enough, I started to write whatever's inside my head and before I knew it, the pages of my notebook were full of stories. 

That's where it all began - in sixth grade.