Author has written 18 stories for Harry Potter, and A Nightmare on Elm Street.
Updated my name from xXHarryPotterXx because A) Thats a dumb pen name and B) One Who Hunts is straight up the definition of my actual name. Like... from the dictionary. WINNER.
The way I see things, everybody will have a portion of their lives they wish they could just skip. In my screwed up head, I believe that if you had it rough growing up, you'll have it better in the future. If you had it easy, it'll get a bit rocky.
That logic is ridiculous but let's pray for my sake it's true for my case.
I live in a city that, if you don't live there, you have no idea what it is. Detroit, Michigan is in my backyard and it pretty much overshadows my little unheard of town. Now, you could look at Detroit in two ways. There's the stunning Motor City idea of it: huge buildings, Eminem (who actually grew up in another close town, Warren, but nobody who doesn't live here really knows that), etc. Then there is the ghetto idea of it. Which is much, much worse than the former.
Don't get me wrong, there is a somewhat nice part of my town. Mind you, I do not have the pleasure of living in it. Instead, I live in a trashy condo in a cheap neighborhood made to house the elderly, drug addicts and juvenile delinquents. I am not judgmental. At all. I am only telling you the truth.
I do not fit into ANY of the mentioned categories, and spend most of my time writing. You can imagine that a really tall, curly haired brunette girl who would rather sit with her notebook than go to any party is pegged as a loner. Is pegged as weird. And believe me, my number of friends could be counted on one hand. On one finger, honestly.
I am not writing this to get your pity. I don't need you to feel sorry for me. But I want you to know that the passion I have for writing is one that I built so I would have a future. So I wouldn't end up like the people who helped tag Detroit as the hood. In a way, my city inspired me. In a very messed up, twisted way. It is a life time filled with tiny graces. The biggest things in the smallest of places.
I'm not quiet sure where I am going. I might end up as a writer for a local newspaper, I might end up as a song writer for my award winning country albums. But I can assure you my future is no dead end. I worked too hard for that. And no amount of vicious insults, snide remarks and conversational-less days could take that from me.
I am a little country girl living in the ghetto because the economy screwed us. I am a song writer. I am a WRITER in general. I am a musician. I am a loner. I am going somewhere. I am different. And guess what?
I like it that way.