Why I Write

I'm not a writer, I think to myself as I look at my schedule. Why did I sign up for Creative Writing? Everyone in there is probably really talented. I freak out when I have to write. I never know what to write about. Will people like my writing? Will they think it is dumb? What if people laugh at my writng? I could not stop thinking the worst. "It's the first day of school, I have time to switch out," I tell myself. Just then my friend Alyssa walks up and looks at my schedule. She asks, "Are you a writer?" "What?" I respond. "I saw that you are taking Creative Writing, so I asked if you are a writer," she says. "Oh, well... my writing skills aren't that good. I want to improve them," I tell her. "Either you are born with the writing talent or you're not. You can't just take a class to become writer, "she replied. That really upset me. I started to get more worried. Then, I thought back to a few weeks ago. "Abby, will you tell me a bed time story?" my four year old brother asks me. "Sure Adam, " I tell him. I make up a story about a prince and a princess. As I was telling him the story, I looked over at him. He had a huge smile on his face. I could tell that he really enjoyed the story. Wow, I thought, I made him that happy, just from a story I made up. That really touched me. Idecided to write the story down, that way I could read it to him anytime he wanted me to. When I was done thinking of Adam, I told Alyssa, "I am a writer!" That is why I write, to bring happiness to others and myself.