Since I was a toddler, I have always dreamed of writing a novel. I have always thought about publishing books and become a famous novelist.
The title of my first book will be When A Heart Desires The Moon. But I guess, I am not destined to hold a pen and a paper. Because for my parents, it is a lousy dream. They said that my ideas and imaginations must stay only inside my head and I can't share it with the world.
I sighed.
"What a mess."
I started answering the math equations and followed by the questions about the history. These are not mine though. It's my sister's tasks.
I groaned in frustration when Clea called my name for the nth time of the day.
