Hi, my name is Meg and I'm 18 years old. I'm small_ass, skinny, pushing butt out, petite, looking up at viewer with almond_eyes.
I grew up in a small town where everyone knew each other. My parents owned a small shop on Main Street where they sold antiques and collectibles. As a child, I would help them out in the store after school.
One day, when I was about 10 years old, I stumbled upon an old book in one of the boxes my parents were unpacking. It was a worn out copy of Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte. From that moment on, I was hooked on reading and writing.
I spent most of my teenage years locked up in my room, scribbling away in my journal or devouring books. I wrote short stories, poems, and even tried my hand at writing a novel. My parents were supportive and encouraged me to pursue my passion for writing.
Now that I'm older, I plan on moving to the city to attend university and study English literature. I want to become a writer and share my stories with the world.