I have to write a sort of one-page autobiography for school, and it must start with the words "I am.." Is this a good way to begin?
I am stumped. I know I could easily start this essay with “My name is Giulia Alvarez, I’m twelve years old, and yadda, yadda, yadda...†But no; I’ll entertain you. My lonely life began uneventfully on the thirteenth of February in the even more uneventful year of 1996, making me twelve years old. My belief is that The 1960s were a time synonymous with psychedelic music, social revolution, political upheaval and counter culture. I think that I may have been born some forty years too late.
It’s beyond me how I became so... teenage. The thought itself makes me shudder. Since who knows when, I’ve become ten times more arrogant and hypocritical than I was in elementary school. I spend most of my time on the computer, writing down ideas for a (I wish!) novel. My current number one idea is about a girl who discovers that she is the reincarnation of the new Aztec sun god, and since the sun is burning out, she must take his place by jumping into a fire. Meanwhile, Nanahuatzin, the current sun god, is getting sick of all the pampering and wants to do some work for once. So he goes to the Lord of Death and asks him how he can become human. The Lord of Death pushes him backwards and he wakes up a human. I’ve brushed up on my Aztec history and tried to remember as much of it as I can, mainly the names.
When I write, somehow, even in the most far-fetched c**k-and-bull story, I write from experience. The feelings that my characters have, how they speak, what they wish for... everything is, virtually, mine. One of my first completed stories was about a group of children starting middle school. Another was set all in the schoolyard, which I described just like at Booker T. Washington, with the Quiet Zone and everything.
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