This is my first story, I had a lot of fun writing it. I hope you like it too:)
The fact that I’m writing this down is crazy. It’s kind of who I am though, a literary nerd. I have not always been this way. I got deep into writing last year with a great high school teacher, one of my favorites, Mr. Nealson. Before him I was only into volleyball. He had such a passion for telling stories and teaching, it rubbed off on me. I started keeping a journal, and writing short fiction. I’m still not the best, but I love it. It feels so good to express my thoughts. Now, I’m majoring in writing at Northern University. I still play volleyball, but I have a direction outside of that. My journal is about everything, random thoughts, current events, boys… some times I get carried away. I was always a very tame girl, quite, did not go to too many parties. I had my friends and a couple crushes but never got very far with relationships. It wasn’t until my senior year did I even touch myself. In fact, it all kind of had to do with Mr. Nealson and that English class. I know what you’re thinking about, and it was not like that. He is young, 30 at most, and really cute, in a handsome, athletic, smart guy kind of way; not old man at all – a lot of girls had crushes on him.