I have live in this town for 18 years now. My parents first met at a Elton John concert and everything was history. The reason I know this was because when I was little and had to tell my 1st grade class about myself, this was information my dad gave me. Also that I was conceived with Our Song playing in the background. That presentation did not go well with Mrs. Rogers.

Ever since then, I have always been the “odd ball” out of all of the other students. With all the other boys playing baseball and talking about girls boobs and butts, I was the one with my nose in a book. When I was eight years old and my mom passed away was when I found a beautiful thing called writing. It would be a rare sight to see my somewhere without crayons in my hands, and a journal with writing everywhere. I didn't like talking to people. Usually when I do, the only things that come out of my mouth are snarky remarks and comments to everyone. That is why I go with writing.

        I don't think I will ever forget the first story that I ever wrote. You see, when my mom passed away, things were horrible for us. My dad needed help which was why my grandma stayed with us. She had been so sad after my mother died, we all were. I wanted to make my grandma happy, after all if we were all sad, maybe her smile could cheer us up.

The first thing I ever wrote was “Once upon a time, there was a boy”. My grandma had told that I could use development. So I had changed it to, “Once upon a time, there was a boy that wanted to fly.” After that I couldn't stop writing.

 My grandma was my biggest supporter. She has horrible aspergers and doesn't live with us anymore. Now everyday after school, I go and see her. I write her stories all the time and she always gives me comments to do better. It sucks that she can't even remember my name, but I know she loves me just as much as I love her.

Writing is what I want to do with my life. It's something to help me get out of this stupid town for just a moment. You know that we have here? A Taco Bell. All hell broke loose when we opened the theater and showed “You Got Mail” I really think that there were goat sacrifices or something going on there.  

You know where I see myself in ten years? If your answer is with a wife and two kids, owning a coffee shop and living here forever, well you need to find another journal to look at. I know what I am doing, I have planned it for ten years. I will be going to Northwestern to get my degree and then becoming the editor of the New Yorker. I will live there in a successful apartment, drinking the best wine there is, and screaming at my neighbor to turn down his porn.  

        The bottom line is that I will get out of this town, I will make a difference, and I will do something that I enjoy more than anything in the world. As for the love thing? That isn't me. It's for all the hopeless romantics out there in the world. Sorry if you are one of them.

        You know, this whole journal thing is really helping me. I saw this girl do it on a Life Time movie my grandma was watching at the home. I feel very calm and relaxed now. Gosh I could go to sleep. Yet shit, it's already one in the morning, and I haven't started my algebra homework. I got to go.