At three years-old, she discovered books.

She saw the wonder in words, she understood that words can make great things, when put together.

At that time, all she wanted to do was read.

She wanted to immerse herself in these magnificent new lands, she wanted to join her favorite characters on their perilous journeys, she wanted to experience the thrills, the chills, and go up steep hills.

At three years-old, she discovered books.

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At four years-old, she started writing.

With her pencil in hand, she crafted poems, articles, and folklore.

And though she didn't know much, she had imagination, leading the way. With every day that she wrote something new, her skill got better.

And though not everything that she wrote was the best, she wasn't giving up. No, she was determined to write just like the rest.

For this four year-old little girl had persistence. She wanted to make new worlds with every story that she made, she wrote about princesses, and bandits that pulled off a huge raid.

At four years-old, she started writing.

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At five years-old, she was getting better.

She still wrote, on and on and on, no matter what people thought.

She wrote from day 'til night. Her little hands constantly gripping a pencil that etched words across a blank sheet of paper.

And as time passed, she was learning. She learned more about words, about sentences, about phrases.

She learned how to improve her writing, because although this little girl was constantly put to the test, her determination shined to all the rest.

At five years-old, she was getting better.

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At six years-old, she had a dream.

At this time, the little girl was getting good.

Her words became sentences, and her sentences became paragraphs. And as she kept writing through the years, her talent expanded.

She was definitely not yet one of the best, but she wasn't giving up just yet.

And she knew that she wanted to become an author one day.

She wanted to create works that would communicate with people in their own special way.

At six years-old, she had a dream

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At seven years-old, she was working hard.

Thinking about new ideas and lands, near and far.

Her imagination took her to places she never knew, and as the little girl grew up, she wanted to make her dream come true.

She payed attention in her classes and made sure to take some notes.

Times were changing, and not everything was the same. But she held on to her childhood, determined not to lose this lifelong game.

And the not-so-little girl had trouble come her way. Judgements, mocking, and temptations tried to ruin her day.

And yet, she wouldn't give up. She was trying to hold on and stay tough.

At seven years-old, she was working hard.

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At eight years-old, she was growing up.

And yet, she still kept going.

Conjuring up new ideas here and there, the girl—Who wasn't little anymore—kept writing.

Writing about new worlds, writing about fairytales, writing about mysteries.

And though she was growing up rather fast, she made sure to hold on to her imagination, even as time passed.

At eight years-old, she was growing up.

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At nine years-old, she got an idea.

It was almost as a spark had turned into a fire.

She imagined a magical world unlike any other. She thought about a different kind of Magic. She thought about wonderfully dangerous creatures like dragons, phoenixes, and much more.

And out of her thoughts, she made a story. She jotted down a new tale of Magic and wonder.

And she had finally gotten the brilliant idea she was looking for all along, for the girl knew that with a spectacular imagination and a pen, not much could go wrong.

At nine years-old, she got an idea.

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At ten years-old, she still kept going.

She had now crafted an entirely new world and put it on pages.

Her idea had driven her to just keep going and going, creating many different versions of her imaginative tale.

She created a title, some characters, and even a whole new language.

And though others judged her, the girl couldn't care less. For she knew that if she kept writing, someday she would be amongst the best.

At ten years-old, she still kept going.

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At eleven years-old she took some opportunities.

And yet the girl was still writing, making progress here and there.

And when she had the chance, she would take any opportunities to learn more; to master this incredible art called writing.

She bounced from workshop to workshop, keeping her mind open to new ideas while still keeping her own unique style of writing.

The girl was becoming better than ever, and her determination had paid off. For now, she created worlds and characters, creatures and beasts...

And she was able to create things like skyscrapers and buildings, forests and reefs.

And the only tool she used to create them, was only a small pen.

At eleven years-old she took some opportunities.

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Who knows what can come next for her.

Success, happiness, and even more?

Maybe the girl will fulfill her dream, and have a bestselling book.

Hopefully, she won't give up. To her failures, she won't dare look.

Here, our tale ends. But the girl will keep on going.

For at eleven, she still has more years to come, more adventures to go through...

And more stories to create.

For this young girl has a dream. A dream that seemed impossible at first.

And hopefully she'll be able to go through all with a smile.

To pass through judgements and pain, hurt and rage.

Because who knows what will come on the next page?