I started writing books at the age of twelve when I lost a bet with A Friend whom I thought couldn't play soccer. She asked me to Write A 200-Page Story, and after approximately one year and three months, I showed her the story. TA-DA! The End. Wait, you want more? Okay, then.
This one book interested me--at least the cover did. The cover was pink, and it was Basked With Pure Awesomeness. So I read it and found the story real interesting. Then when I wanted more, The Mother bought me more books to read, and POOF! One girl who's addicted to Young-Adult books!