For as long I could remember I've always felt like I don't belong. Growing up in the city of Ventura California I felt as if I wasn't home. Being socially paranoid probably has something to do with that. Throughout my life I have had plenty of opportunities to meet new people and make new friends, but I never took advantage of that. I always clung to the people I knew and didn't dare let go. That is what led me to believing that I didn't belong socially. Even in seventh grade I had a friend, but I was always to nervous to ask if we could hang out after school or go see a movie. Since I couldn't really perform socially people thought that I was odd, and being a science fiction\comic book nerd didn't help my cause. Since I didn't feel like I was home I wanted to escape. Go somewhere no one could judge me. I needed to leave. But the reality was that I just couldn't. Where would I go?
Middle school was the worst experience in my life so far. I was bullied I didn't have many friends and my homework was always piling up. On the first day of eighth grade everything changed. Our English teacher gave a prompt for our first essay. She asked us to write about where we feel home is. That is when I started writing about this place I could go and feel safe from judgment and not stress over problems. That prompt from the first day of eighth grade English made me realize that I want to be a writer. I want to create worlds where people and people like me could escape their worries and just be happy for a moment. I want to make something where people can get lost in it and not have to worry about their problems. Me feeling like an outcast in the city of Ventura California made me realize my goal of becoming a writer.
Middle school was the worst experience in my life so far. I was bullied I didn't have many friends and my homework was always piling up. On the first day of eighth grade everything changed. Our English teacher gave a prompt for our first essay. She asked us to write about where we feel home is. That is when I started writing about this place I could go and feel safe from judgment and not stress over problems. That prompt from the first day of eighth grade English made me realize that I want to be a writer. I want to create worlds where people and people like me could escape their worries and just be happy for a moment. I want to make something where people can get lost in it and not have to worry about their problems. Me feeling like an outcast in the city of Ventura California made me realize my goal of becoming a writer.