Beginning of writing (11-15): Can Gabriella Mohammed be successful as a writer? Lisa Allen-Agostini gives some advice
“[â¦] My whole dream was to be a writer and my parents – well, more precisely my dad – always crushed it. My father wanted me to become a doctor, something “useful”.
âHowever, I wanted to be a writer. The feeling I got when I brought a tree or a meadow to life. I loved transporting people to different places while they were reading. For me, writing was a way of expressing my feelings without really saying themâ¦ â
Fourteen-year-old Gabriella Mohammed from San Fernando Central High School is our ninth shortlisted fiction writer for the inaugural Wired868 Write Start competition. His essay is in category 11-15 titled “The day I met my local hero”:
As the bell rang to kick us out of school, I rushed home, excited to tell my mom how much I got in my essay. I was practically overwhelmed with news. I loved writing and getting such a high score meant a lot to me. When I got home I ran to my mother who was in the kitchen, my father was there also reading.
âMom! Dad! Look how much I got in my essay!â
I don’t know how I expected a good reaction from them. My father laughed and said, âWriting is useless in this world. Couldn’t you have got high in something else Luna? “
My mom looked at me with a pitiful expression but of course she didn’t say anything against dad. I just sighed and went up to my room. I collapsed on my bed, refusing to let tears fall. My whole dream was to be a writer and my parents – well, more precisely my dad – always crushed it. My father wanted me to become a doctor, something “useful”.
However, I wanted to be a writer. The feeling I got when I brought a tree or a meadow to life. I loved transporting people to different places while they were reading. For me, writing was a way of expressing my feelings without actually saying them. However, my parents did not understand this and always put me down.
I just sighed and curled up to read my favorite book “Home, Home” by Lisa Allen-Agostini. Lisa was my favorite author and her books were amazing. I loved how she supported other young writers as well. I wanted to meet her one day but I guess it was impossible. Even though she lived in the same country as me, my father would never allow my dream of being a writer to go any further.
I was immersed in my book but frowned when I heard screams coming from below. I crept up the stairs and greeted the same scene. My mom and dad are fighting as usual. I didn’t want to hear that for the rest of the afternoon. I grabbed my hoodie and went for a walk.
I hummed a tune as I reached maturity. The wind seemed to accompany my hum and the trees were dancing too. I smiled when I noticed that some of the little kids on my street were playing. They waved to me and I did the same.
âHey Louna! Are you here to tell us another story ?! âA child asked.
I laughed as they seemed so eager to hear something. However, I couldn’t stay outside for very long or my father would turn around. So unfortunately I refused, but I promised them that I would tell them another time. I smiled as they jumped for joy.
Suddenly in front of me I saw a lady carrying things in a bag. The bag tore and his things fell out. I ran to help him.
âThank you little girl. “
I looked up and almost passed out when I saw the person. It was Lisa Allen-Agostini! How was she in my area? I tried to speak but couldn’t find the words. The only thing that came out of my mouth was,
“Oh my god you are THE Lisa Allen-Agostini!
I heard him laugh.
“Why yes, have you heard of me?” “
âAre you kidding ?! I love your books and the way you support and give awards to help young writers. You are like my hero.
“Oh how sweet, and what’s your name?” “
âMy name is Luna. “
âWell Luna, nice to meet you. Tell me, do you want to be a writer someday?
âOh yes I do. However, my parents will not leave me. They, and especially my father, think that writing is useless.
She smiled at me.
âMy parents thought the same. You shouldn’t let anyone tell you what you should and shouldn’t be. Your parents say this because they might not understand the pleasure you get as a writer and just want the best for you.
âWhen I was young, I studied as my parents asked me to, but I became a writer because for me it was my dream. So remember little Luna, don’t give up on your dreams. Hold on to this dream and trust me it will come true.
His words meant a lot to me and created a new take on my way of seeing things.
âThanks for the tip, Ms. Lisa. “
âNo problem small. Now go home, it’s getting late.
As I lay in my bed that night, his words stuck in my mind. It reminded me not to give up. It doesn’t matter what I’m going to make my dream come true. One day.
Editor’s Note: Wired868 will announce the winners of the first Write Start contest on December 13, 2021. The first place winner will receive TT $ 6,000, a six-month mobile plan from bmobile and two free movie tickets to CinemaONE.
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