I'm Rheanna, and I'm the writer of this story. But first, read this poem."Rheanna's World".                                                                 Rheanna's naughty, with a cheeky smile,
She stirs up trouble, goes the extra mile.
Not the smartest, but that's okay,
Her creativity shines in every way.

She dreams of stories, wild and bright,
With twists and turns that feel just right.
Her jokes may be silly, her thoughts may roam,
But her heart is always a welcoming home.

She wonders if people will understand,
The joy she brings with each story she's planned.
Her words may seem crazy, her ideas askew,
But they're filled with warmth, pure and true.

She writes for fun, with no fear of fall,
A mischievous spirit that conquers it all.
Her mind's a playground where ideas run free,
Where dreams take shape for all to see.

Though doubts may creep and second-guess,
She knows her tales are worth the stress.
For in her heart, a fire burns bright,
And her stories will always take flight.

With humor and heart, she takes the lead,
A storyteller following her own need.
Her world is loud, a bit of a mess,
But in her chaos, there's pure success.                                                                                                    I hope you guys like it★