Imaginary Story

The fictitious story inspector Dickson can confirm that the victim's bracelet has minor scratches. Now he has found the murderer of Mrs. Watson. The only person who can make this kind of wound ... 'NICKY! 'My name is Nicky, a 17-year-old female college student who wants to become a detective in the future. This is a sunny day. The library is very quiet. There are about 16 people in the library, two of which are looking for books in the bookshelf next to me. My classmate Sally Rooney saw me dull and bored.

From my young age, I saw it was different from my three older brothers. I like to meet people, draw them, and write stories about them. I am also very interested in helping my mother do the housework. People have criticized me for adopting very feminist habits in my family and community. This is embarrassing in our family and village. I still remember walking mischievously inside the city. Everything is new, I can not get enough. I shot almost everything. Stalls, people prepare food, the wisdom of the old man, the children play in the mud, the women open and close the shop, the shop owner outdoor animals, the rough building a past tales of glory I will talk

This is the story I talked to a fictitious friend. I began to write them down and in a few years I started posting on Facebook. My imaginary friends were replaced by real friends at this time and some people enjoyed the ridiculous habit of laughing and living with five strange kids. Changing the most frighteningly stressful moment of my life into a story began at the moment when I experienced it. I can see how other people are watching it (perhaps it will be able to see it in the coming years). I can find humor under the pressure of only my parents (or at least some degree of patience)