Unwelcomeguest

Well, I'm sixteen and essentially sick and tired of the utter mundanity of the world I get to live in. When I was younger I would pretend to be an alien and escape from school or have imiginary sword fights in my garden. Now I write fiction. I have to admit that though my techniques have moved on from my younger self I still only finish work when pressured by school so this will be essentially a collection of homeworks but try to enjoy the none the less.
Oh and I welcome negative criticism so long as it's constructive. The last thing my ego needs right now is inflating.