My story

"I want to be a writer." 

Everyone said I couldn't do it. I couldn't write a book that people would enjoy. My father thought I was crazy, saying I would change my mind eventually and go into something more relatable, like medicine or physics. My mother's only words were 'good for you' before she went back into the stance where my grades are most important. My sister scoffed at me. My best friend told me my writing wasn't good enough. 

What I wanted to do was stripped away from me faster than anything else. No one believed me, or let me do what I wanted to do. That's freedom to me. 

But still, they wouldn't believe me. No matter what I do, I'm stuck in this desolate place where I can't get out anytime soon. No one believes me. No one cares to say otherwise or to push me forwards. 

But that's okay. I don't need them to help me with my goal. They think I can't do it, just watch. I'll prove them wrong.