(💸- I’m 12, constructive criticism will be much appreciated haha)

I shudder as the memory brings back others that I don’t want to remember. I vowed I’d never come back here and yet, there I was, back in Sweden, staring into the dark, ghostly waters of the lake where I almost died. It was probably only dark and ghostly to me though. As I looked over to my friends, I noticed how happy and carefree...

[Im 12 yrs old and an aspiring author working on my first book, criticise, please!] 🧃

I sighed heavily. It was all or nothing, now.

“Why aren’t you speaking, Jade?”, Josiah, my boyfriend asked.

“Well... you won’t believe it, but last night... last night you were sleepwalking, because you were tired from our road trip, well, it’s my fault really.”, I rambled.

“No, Jade, how’s that so? Your fault ...

“Ahh” it’s pretty. Wish there was a word to describe it properly. Gorgeous doesn’t fit, beautiful doesn’t at all... what else? Ethereal. It’s a nice word, but still, not the one.

Cold air cutting into your face, breeze blowing and the sound of trees swishing. It’s perfect. Purple, pink, green... all blended together to create the perfect night sky. The northern lights. But ‘Aurora’ sounds better....