Andrea Notelling
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Im working on a story. I need advice though. Im not the best writer so please be kind 
or constructive cridisim i dont mind I have taken some advise and added some and changed some. its not even close to done. she will be getting out of the place as well soon so please dont say she does over and over again id love help writing this and apprisiate any i get This is what ive done so far:
Well I guess first of all ill tell you about myself. There’s not much to tell but I’m a young girl of 17 I have brownie red hair I guess you could call it a copper colour. I have brown eyes and olive skin. I'm normal looking nothing great others here say I’m very beautiful I’m not sure if it’s true. But the one thing that makes me different here is my love for nature and adventure in every way possible and sometimes it can affect me in ways that no one in this town could imagine.
In my town many people think myths are just myths they don’t exist and because they can see it or prove it’s there. People here don’t talk about them it’s like a unwritten rule here. All those stories of dragons, Far lands, anything that seems too good to be true isn’t spoken of. Here there is just everyday life we are taught at a young age that this is it there is nothing more but I know different. I am different. I get treated like it as well. My mum and dad passed away when I was young I was raised by different people in the town. I’ll tell you now this town is small we have around 70 people and everyone knows everyone else.
Every day I think of leaving this place at the moment my only escape is the forest behind the small house I’m living in. Right by the river that’s in the forest is a small meadow. It’s a beautiful place its so peaceful. There is one Very tall tree that’s right by the river. If you climb up it you get a wonderful view of the forest and the town that’s about a 10minute walk away. It’s the one place I can go and be myself. And if I follow the river upstream I can see the mountains in the distance. I’ve always wondered what’s beyond them.
Today was no different to any of the others. Everyone here has a routine. I try to follow it but seem to always get in trouble with someone. This day was no acception. I was helping Mrs. Harlot. This old lady who had this nasty habit of making the biggest fuss over everything. Today I was helping her clean her attic. It was a bit of a mess and the other habit Mrs. Harlot has is that she’s a perfectionist. I on the other hand am not. We were re organising her attic the musky smell getting up my nose. Neither of us where talking as we took things out of boxes and repacked them. It was quite dark there was very little light in the room the only light was coming from the small round window that looks out over some of the land. I glanced at the window and saw the sun shining. I had been locked in the attic for a few hours and I was missing the light cool breeze and the sunshine. I had done a lot of work in those few hours but the attic seemed endless. There where at least 20 odd boxes left to go though.
or constructive cridisim i dont mind I have taken some advise and added some and changed some. its not even close to done. she will be getting out of the place as well soon so please dont say she does over and over again id love help writing this and apprisiate any i get This is what ive done so far:Well I guess first of all ill tell you about myself. There’s not much to tell but I’m a young girl of 17 I have brownie red hair I guess you could call it a copper colour. I have brown eyes and olive skin. I'm normal looking nothing great others here say I’m very beautiful I’m not sure if it’s true. But the one thing that makes me different here is my love for nature and adventure in every way possible and sometimes it can affect me in ways that no one in this town could imagine.
In my town many people think myths are just myths they don’t exist and because they can see it or prove it’s there. People here don’t talk about them it’s like a unwritten rule here. All those stories of dragons, Far lands, anything that seems too good to be true isn’t spoken of. Here there is just everyday life we are taught at a young age that this is it there is nothing more but I know different. I am different. I get treated like it as well. My mum and dad passed away when I was young I was raised by different people in the town. I’ll tell you now this town is small we have around 70 people and everyone knows everyone else.
Every day I think of leaving this place at the moment my only escape is the forest behind the small house I’m living in. Right by the river that’s in the forest is a small meadow. It’s a beautiful place its so peaceful. There is one Very tall tree that’s right by the river. If you climb up it you get a wonderful view of the forest and the town that’s about a 10minute walk away. It’s the one place I can go and be myself. And if I follow the river upstream I can see the mountains in the distance. I’ve always wondered what’s beyond them.
Today was no different to any of the others. Everyone here has a routine. I try to follow it but seem to always get in trouble with someone. This day was no acception. I was helping Mrs. Harlot. This old lady who had this nasty habit of making the biggest fuss over everything. Today I was helping her clean her attic. It was a bit of a mess and the other habit Mrs. Harlot has is that she’s a perfectionist. I on the other hand am not. We were re organising her attic the musky smell getting up my nose. Neither of us where talking as we took things out of boxes and repacked them. It was quite dark there was very little light in the room the only light was coming from the small round window that looks out over some of the land. I glanced at the window and saw the sun shining. I had been locked in the attic for a few hours and I was missing the light cool breeze and the sunshine. I had done a lot of work in those few hours but the attic seemed endless. There where at least 20 odd boxes left to go though.