''The writer with a heart and a soul so strong''

''Up in her attic, Jo writes with furry passion and great patience, she knew that despite her poor example of a background and her family's pass history of finance problems and great detail of troubles and sorrows, but deep down Jo knew she cared about them. They were everything to her, without them, she would survive.

But in determination and sprit that she cundor up, she didn't want to back down or beoming a quitter for that reason, she was going to be famous one day, someone who would make the world alot better by her own hands and hard work. Someone who will save the gift of humity.

There she sat by the pale moonlight, the rich endearment of night and with the faithful side of candle light by her side, she felt warm and a companion that was by her side.

Ever since her ather left she felt alone, cold and isolated espeailly from the rest of the world, her pen and paper were her only companion and with hershelf to turn to Jo had to become strong over night, to grow up so fast yet her inner child got in the way of been a proper woman.

But neather the less, she was detirmented in setting her goal straight, her heart right and her soul to the toes.

She wasn't going to give up or let down for that matter. She was going to win, be a man and a suitable role model to her sisters, he mother and to other girls and hershelf.

She scribbled and scribbled and scribbled so hard that her eye sight became bured with total loss of concentration and vision, she stood up and streached and yawned, and she sat down and crack her fingers ready for work again, she was going to be known to everyone who doubted her, to thouse who dispise her and to ones she considered to be uptight and better then she was.

She wrote about her favorite heronine and her tragic love sight that torn her very heart and soul in the heart of light when shakespeare riped off his last page and struck out his speare ready to lunge at the villain who dared oppuse the scoundrel.

Jo imagined the sene right before her very eyes and shook her body, she didn't think for a minite that she would be a stroke of ginnius that would before her very eyes.

She smiled at the thought of her genious enginurty, in which she reached before her time.

She was going to be famous, she was going to be know for her time and her efforts of hard work and labour. It was now complete, she scrolled up the story with her own hands and wrapped a pretty ribbon by it's tale. She stood back as she held it. with a few drops of tears she had finished it, it was ready to be published of her work.

to be continued...