15 year old "Zalkannyy", or my character from my stories that is much like an extremely glorified me, is a red headed, fiery hearted teen who has grown intellectually after the loss of her older brother due to his stupidity and is extremely strong. I lost him last year, and everyone thought I was tough before now. I continue to grow stronger each day as I get over an uncontrollable case of depression, paranoia, and extreme hatred for myself and brother. I manage my life through my writing, and if I didn't write, I wouldn't be writing this, I would in my claustrophobic corner of sadness and anger. But I learn from my mistakes and I set an example for my parents, who are clueless as to how to react, and be strong even though we've been handed a load of crap in the past year.
