Why Are You Reading This?
Oh, you want a biography? Sure.
So I was born in a small farm town, my parents owning a herd of cattle, a few chickens, and three goats. We had a small cattle dog, named Floppy, who I would learn many valuable life lessons from.
One day when I was about seven, I was helping care for the chickens. While I was doing it, one of our roosters attacked me, and it seemed like the whole flock began to swarm me. Just when I thought I was a goner, Floppy flew into action, taking them all out with one deft swipe, and I owe him my life to this day.
At age eleven, Floppy became deathly ill, and my parents were unable to afford care for him. He died in my arms. Angry with my mom and dad, and ran away, only to return several days later. I found that my home had been ransacked by bandits, and my parents were nowhere to be seen.
I've set out to find them, and am still looking. Someday I dream that we can all go back to the farmhouse and have dinner and watch the sunset together. I dream to see them again.
You guys realize this is total balogne, right? Good.
I play Clarinet and Alto Saxophone, as well as Fencing. I also play a lot of video games, primarily Minecraft and Undertale, and draw too much fan art for the latter. I also write sheet music, though I can't confirm if it's any good. Obviously, I enjoy writing, or I wouldn't be here. I post my novel chapters weekly, so I gotta find some fun in it.
I go to school (yay?). Does that count?