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Young Writers Society


mikedb1492

About mikedb1492

It was a hot, humid day in the Amazon. My father was fending off the natives as the doctor took care of my pregnant mother. The shaman then came and....
Na, I'm just kidding. I was born in North Dakota. I've moved once but I stayed in the same town. My dad owns a stock broking business and my mom is a retired nurse. I was first inspired to write a story in seventh grade when my English teacher made us. It was the first time I ever wrote in a normal story form and I've been hooked ever since.


Interests

Tennis, biking, going to movies, juggling, hackey sacking, and last but not least, writing.

Occupation

Junior at CHS http://img6.imageshack.us/img6/5749/litmagportfolio.jpg


When she transformed into a butterfly, the caterpillars spoke not of her beauty, but of her weirdness. They wanted her to change back into what she always had been. But she had wings.
— Dean Jackson