LifePursuit

I’ve always had these stories in my head. The characters never had names and the plots always changed. But at the same time, they were so similear.
My name is Zannah Ryan, I’m 14 and I’ve started my first book. I know I’m too young and stupid to be attempting this even, but I cant help myself. Right now it’s called Glory and here’s a bit of it.

“Teresa, stop. Teresa? Are you okay?” The shivering went to shaking. Violent shaking. She was sobbing so hard it was shaking her entire body. It was the most horrible thing I had ever seen. I had seen my friends cry over the occasional boy or over family problems. But Teresa was not crying, Teresa was breaking. Her whole body went into some kind of shock and was shaking and shivering. I begged her to stop but she wasn’t about to respond to any commands. When I realized this I just seized her whole body and held it in my arms. I held as tight as I could to stop it, to stop the shaking, stop the fear. I could feel her heart against mine, both racing, I didn’t know whose was beating faster. Teresa’s out of fear and anger and hatred for her father, or mine out of fear for the safety of the only person I had left in the world.
We sat there for at least an hour, her heart rate was slowing, but she was still sobbing, still shaking when we came to a stop. I was holding her tight, trying to transfer some of the feelings to myself to take the burden off her, trying to help in the only way I knew how. Then I heard slamming, doors slamming down the train, coming towards us. They were checking the freights. I didn’t know where we were or what to do but I wasn’t about to let go of Teresa. I wouldn’t let go of her. So we sat there and the slamming came closer and closer until the freight filled with light I shut my eyes from the light and a flashlight shone on us. I didn’t see it but I could feel it, I could feel the guard’s eyes staring at us and then I could feel him closing the door quietly. There was no slamming, there was no yelling, he left us on the train. One man’s mercy was proof to me that I could still expect some good out of this world that dealt me such a rigged hand

I’m only on my 11th page and there arent really any set chapters just yet. If you think its crap. please tell me. haha, if you like it, I’d be happy to hear that as well.

people should be thankful for their fathers. they are amazing people, for the most part. I love my dad so much.

A lot of people take their dads for granted. never do this. My dad is in the military and has been overseas for about 4 months now and wont be back until probably next June. I rarely get to talk to him and I miss him so much.
I know he’s not gone forever. and I am thankful for that. But I feel like this is a time that he should be a part of my life and he’s not.

this sounds like a great thing. and in a way it is. But finding someone that you have everything in common with isnt always necesarily a good thing. you get to see all your flaws mirrored in that person, and although getting to know them can be amazing, eventually you find you know them so well, and vice versa, its hard to have a healthy relationship. I have two people who I think I have near everything in common with, except for the fact that one is of the opposite gender. haha, they are my best friends, not gonna lie. But I would not recomend dating them.
never the less,
it is a good goal. good luck ^^