My name is Shannon; I'm 13 years old and I'm Lauren's little sister. I have loved reading and writing since a very early age and I love nothing better than to sit at home with a good book or write a short story. When I first discovered about a website called Wattpad, which is a website designed for those who love sharing stories, receiving feedback (and reading books, too!). I just had to make an account and was amazed at all of the feedback I gained. My favourite authors are Cathy Cassidy, Richelle Mead and Suzanne Collins- I would love to be a successful author like them one day; they are the ones who inspire me to write. Who are your favourite authors?
Currently, I am writing a new story, focused on anorexia and the struggles that young teenagers face in an attempt to fit in with today's society. Here is a snippet taken out of the prologue.
"To my gorgeous, always-loving mother,
I'd just like to take this opportunity to thank you for giving me your endless support when times have been tough. Even though I haven't been the best of daughters, I want you to know that I love you and always will. When I've struggled, both mentally and physically, you have been by my side to give encouragement, cuddles and plenty of kisses.
It's you that kept me going, you who picked me up when I felt completely defeated and useless. You believed in me when no-one else did.
Two months ago, you noticed how my eating habits changed; how my confidence vanished, how low my self-esteem was, how my smile slowly faded away. At first, like everyone else in the family, you put it down to stress and GCSE's. But deep down, you knew there was more to it than that.
Eventually, I found the courage to confide in you, and you sent me to this clinic. At first, I was angry and annoyed; I felt like you didn't want me. But now, I just realise that you wanted me to get better. I'm trying, Mum. I really am...but it's hard.
Every day, I stare at myself in the mirror, and a sad ghost of a girl looks back at me. Her face is pale, her eyes tired, her features drained. She stands, her posture slumped from defeat, her face aged with sadness. I'm a mess, Mum, and so is she. I don't know what to do, because no matter how hard I try, I'll never be perfect. I'll always be me...and being me isn't good enough.
I've been here for two weeks, and gained 2lbs, but I feel two stones heavier, like a bloated beach whale. I know that I need to get better, for your sake, but how can I? I need to be skinny, otherwise I'll never fit in. I need to have the perfect figure, or nobody will love me. I know this is hard for you to understand, but please try to wrap your head around it. The nurses are pleased with my progress; they say it's a step in the right direction, but personally, I think they're jealous of my figure and can't stand a girl being skinnier than them. It's true. They want to fatten me up, but I won't let them win."
If you want to read the rest of the prologue, then you can click the link here. I have also written some other stories, Yours, Always and Dear Stranger, focusing on other sensitives issues and problems.
If you like the sound of Wattpad (and my stories), then why don't you sign up? It's free and there are millions of books to enjoy. Ranging from horror to chicklit, there's something for everyone. If you do sign up, be sure to follow me here so you can see when I next update my stories. I hope you have enjoyed reading my post...I might just have to take over my sister's blog again!
|Me and my sister|