Okay people,we have reached the top.

Well,not really,but personally I think I'm doing pretty well here.I have a reasonable amount of followers,know many awesome people(you know who you are)and surprisingly have some stories that people read.

That's what I call a good thing.

I have written 21 stories and have 10 drafts which overall is a lot.So this got me into thinking-since I'm bored to read-how did I ended up here?

So,if you have time to spent,take a seat back and let's get depressing!!!

Our story begins back in 2013,when I was naive,problematic and was a smol potatoe

Ugly with a murderous look and awful hair.

So by that time,I already had seen Frozen which was my very first fandom.Something that also meant that I had discovered my very first ship Jelsa.

Unfortunately-or not-,around this time I was very alone.Back in elementary I would stay with either the school guard or the lunch lady(who lived in our flat) but both of them had left in the beginning of the year.

And since nobody liked me and all that jazz I spent a lot time by myself.So you know,I had plenty time to kill.

I never really realised why my classmates didn't like me.Not that I was surprised-the kids in kindergarten didn't like me either-I expected me not to be popular.

But this was a completly different thing.

Of course today I understand that it wasn't my fault(quite the opposite,I used to be a ball of sunshine)but my school's bullying tolerance.

And of course my class being immatute idiots :-)

But at the time it felt really bad.Even encouraged an annoying habit of mine which I still carry until today...

Scratching.

Due to my guitar lessons,I was forced to have long nails.Which of course did not help my small problem.What?Other bite their nails,I just scratched my head and arms!

Which would be totally fine if I hadn't manage to give myself permanent marks on arms and small holes on my sculp.

Yeah I took things a bit too far in elementary *shrugs* it was not a very good system,anyways,everytime someone would make fun of me or I would be casted aside I would scratch my arm a little.

That was the years I like to call The time when Angela wear only shirts with sleeves

Something that of course led to my mum finding out.Not about the bullying of course(that would crush her)but about my little habit.

Which I might had told her was due to stress.

Because what stress can a child have at that age?

This led me to trying find new ways of stopping it.One thing led to another and I decided I needed a hobby.

Something I could do at home-since I had already stopped dancing after 6 years-and whenever I felt like I needed to keep my mind off the real life.

I ended up making up small scenarios-an activity I did even when I was more young-and spending more time in a fictional world than in the real one.

A thing quite easy because at that point I had also stopped attenting my 5th year very often(by pretending I was sick).

One day I realised,after of course I had spent sometime watching Jelsa videos,that I should try doing a Jelsa story.

I came up with it in my mind,a very simple cliché honestly.The entire Frozen plot with Jack accidentally travelling back in time and taking part himself.

I decided that once I had finished it,I would publish it on youtube.

On another note,at that time I was quite young and sucked at writing.Both in greek and in english.So the easiest thing for me would have been to write it in Greek,but being the stubborn creature I am,I decided that it would be more appreciated if I wrote it in english.

Throughout these months,I made many changes.An edit on youtube even made me come up with the story's title.

It wasn't a special edit or something but I found it very inspiring.I had decided I would do one small book with Jelsa's love story and another three-chapters one with Anna coming back to life.

Even now I'm very fond of bringing back the dead ;-)

When my sixth year started things had gotten worse for me.Next year I would start Junior High and things were not looking very good at the end of the tunnel.

Entered once more The Rising...the series.

I didn't like my plot so I re-do it six,seven times from the very beginning to the very end.Within some months(six I think)I had read a thousand fanfics and had perfected Here's to us,the first book of the series.

I was quite excited even though my vocabulary and grammar skills were not much better than a vegetable's.I decided to write the first book anyway.

It's also why somewhere-in Youtube's dark corners-my story still lingers there...

Anywho!After a while I discovered Wattpad(you already know that story)and decided to write my story there.While this was happening,school would just get worse and worse.Leading to me wanting to write more.

I made this freakin series bigger than Harry Potter!

I didn't really mind,it was that awkward times when Glee was still airing and RIB continued hurting me.One bad plotline for Quinn meant one new chapter in the Rising.Meanwhile one bad week in my school meant one new book.

This school year past slower than a snail and I had already published 8 books.

Then luckily,middle school came.Meaning new environment and new classmates!

Not all things were good...

At first I was alone again...

I lost my best friend....

(Relax,she's not dead!We just don't talk anymore)

I found out what some people really think of me...

I fought and cried...

I didn't pass my German exams...

I wrote two 15 in Ancient Greek...

And my uncle was diagnosed with cancer...

But some things were good

I became friends with a new girl

I befriended one of my bullies(with who we are now best friends)

I met my crush

I became third best student in my class

I passed my english exams with A-

I wrote a poem that was heard in front of hundred of people

My aunt's operation was successful

My dad got a job after his work shut down

I finished the school year with three amazing friends

My happiness of course got in the way of my writing.For the first time I didn't have to write to escape reality-I liked it there.But I continued writing,though quite sloppy I continued.

(This is also the reason why I'm editing the series again anyways)

I figured out that I liked writing even though my reality was just fine now.So I continued writing once more-many and different things beside TR.

It was the hobby that saved my life when I needed it the most.I would write and I would eat without realising it,I would write and I would stop crying so my phone wouldn't get wet and I would stop calling myself names because I would be busy thinking of the plot.

After everything I grew up as a person...

...and so did my hair

But you know that's beside the point!I became more mature,I gained more depth.Yes sometimes I am down,sometimes I want to end it all,sometimes I look at myself and think I hate you

But other times I don't.

Other times I'm happy and that's partly because of you.Because I see your messages,votes,comments and I think that's very sweet.

It makes me feel less alone.

Even if I don't have a million friends.I have three awesome girls in real life and you guys in the internet world.

What's more to ask?

(Money,Panic! At the disco,for Grant Ward to be alive,Paul Walker to come back etc etc)

Point is,things get better.Things will continue to get better.At least I hope so :-)

Love you all!!!