shitt, its long, but please continue reading. I was 10 or maybe 11 years old when I first startet to write. In a book with a horsecover. I wrote mostly poems, but afterwards I could write several pages. Always in the same way I do today. I write about myself, just I don't mention any names, and always trough self perspective. As I think I was, in a depression, or maybe just an outsider. I used most school days and classes to sit and write. Time passed, the book was almost filled. I was a smart girl, and I noticed the teacher stopped sneeking over my shoulders when I wrote. I noticed she always where inside the classroom before the classes started. Then one day she told me to stop my writing, to focus more on the social activities, and see a bit around me instead. That very same day, I wrote than all the shitt I could think of in that book, about my teacher, how rood it was to read others private stuff, how she rather could tell me that I was disturbing her lessons, if she really wanted me to stop. I left the book on my desk, and I understand she read it. I never stopped writing, still later I did it more secret. She never complained again. When I was t