Hirolath

My name is Jessica; I'm an average fifteen year old girl: skinny, normal height, nowhere close to pretty. I looked at myself in the mirror., then took a deep breath, and murmured something I had been wanting to say, yet fearing to say for two weeks. "Zero." Of course, the simple word would mean nothing to anyone. I had been taking a short walk through the forest in my backyard in search of inspiration. You see, I like to write. No, that's probably an understatement. I would probably go insane if I tried going a day without a pen and paper. It wasn't supposed to take much time; as much as I love writing, it's extremely hard for me to find in