My Writing: A Short Story

When I was little I preferred playing Harry Potter over playing hide and seek. Usually I played Ginny and I would be kidnapped by “Bellatrix”. Then I got rescued and we’d start the game over. To me the world 's made up in books were so much more interesting than the real world. They were better, brighter, and full of magic. My love of reading from a young age was the foundation to so many other branches of my personality as well. I read so much that understanding words and writing them was almost like as easy breathing.
One of the first people to introduce me to the world of literature was my 2nd grade teacher Mrs.Gross. One of my first memories of ever picking up a book was in her classroom. It was a small book about a girl who solved crimes …show more content…
In 5th grade I had decided I was going to become a writer when I grew up. I was always told I was good at it and I had a knack for making up stories. I also liked writing because you couldn’t trip over your words as easily, every word you wrote was considered carefully and could be changed if necessary. So when club sign ups rolled around in 7th grade I decided to sign up for writing club. I thought it would be a positive experience, that would teach me how to better my writing and help me with anything I didn’t understand. Sadly that was not the case. Most of the people in the club were only there because it was easy and they could sit there and do nothing if they wanted. And rather than focus on writing in general the teacher decided we were just going to write children’s books and illustrate them. I was instantly bored out of my mind and disappointed in the club. I didn’t want to write children 's books, that was neither fun nor challenging for me. It got even worse from there. We had a peer editing session where I brought the beginning of a long story that I had written for english class. My english teacher had said it was good and that I had a good “voice” in writing. The person who was given it to peer edit laughed at it and called it terrible. To be fair the girl was about 2 years younger than me and was more interested in her phone than what she was reading. But the harsh criticism hurt me and I ran out of the room in embarrassment. I decided I didn’t want to become a writer anymore. That was not a good experience for me and it put me off writing for a long