Hiya my name is Olivia Rya Anderson, although I never use my surname. Rya tends to be known and most people shorten Olivia for Livy or Liv, so anyone who knows me tends to refer (sp?) to me as Livy Rya. I took up writing Fan Fiction to try and bring unpleasent topics into the light. Many people ignore issues such as child abuse or proverty until they can relate to it. It's a shame for me that people need to be raped to want to help those you are. I am very lucky that I grow up in a nice home with family and friends that love me. However for some of my friends that is not the same. I have one friend, Nadda-(a shortened version of her name that I can't spell) who's family spent all their savings escaping a war zone in Sri Lanka (sp?). Her family went to Germany after the death of her brother with very little money and speaking no German. Her parents found it hard to make a living and put up with racism dairly. At the time Nadda was a new born baby and grew up speaking German and went to German schools. Nadda was also pactising Hindism (sp?) and fluent (sp?) in her mother tongue as well as French, English and close to becoming fluent in Spanish. As you may know although the war in Sri Lanka has ended, Nadda nor her family have not returned due to the large emmployment and proverty. Two years ago, Nadda and her know large family moved to the UK, where they still get racist comments made towards them, some even for living in Germany. Nadda's story has touched me, as well as her future career plans. Nadda wishes to become a doctor and train Sri Lankan docters to mesure (sp?) the medicine they are given their pationsts and about how to keep a hospital clean. Parts of Sri Lanka still suffer effects from the war, and Nadda hopes to set up a clean hospital in these parts so people can get good health care. Another friend of mine, who wishes to keep her name secret, suffered from an abusive father for many years before someone helped her. Let's call her Jenny, Jenny's father used to beat up her mum dairly (sp?) in front of her. Jenny used to be scared to make any noise because she was so scared of him and never used to talk children in her primary school. Her father also used sexualy abuse her. Jenny used to feel so scared and blamed herself that she never told anyone what he did to her and became even more with drawn. Over years, her mother braverly went to the police and reported her husband and her and Jenny were sent to a Woman and Children Refuege. A few weeks away from her father, Jenny got brave enough to tell her story. She has never seen her father after that, and begain to make friends when she was sent to Comperhensive school. She talks about her past to good friends, in hope that they will encourage there parents to give money to help people like her and her mum who aren't brave enough to seek help. The story that touched me the most was my first story that ever made me aware that bad things happen. Though out my primary school days I ignored adverts on telly about children being hurt and bulling and didn't pay much attention when our country was at war. If I saw something bad happen I would ignore it. Even though I came from a family who gave a lot of money to different charities, not just for children but for animals as well, and who recyled everything I never really helped. In year 7 we had moved to a new area and I made a friend called Aara, who was a Muslim girl. Aara was very sweet and kept her religion to herself, at this time 9/11 was still fresh in people's heads and many of the children's parents who gossip about her family. They would say things like they were stealing the countries money, yet both her parents worked, and how they were selling goverment secrets to Afghanistan and Iraq, yet none of this was true. The children used to call her horrible names and make fun of her religion. They couldn't her mother an Allah Fucker, and said she was a flithy whore. She was told to go back to her own country all the time and often had her things stolen from her bag. At the time I lived in a small village and people used to throw stones at her in the street on her way home. Aara used to cry all the time and asked Allah to make them understand that she had done nothing wrong. Even though they never stopped, Aara kept her strong faith in Allah and continued to prayer to him. The wrost part was even though I could see my friend was suffering I never told a teacher and I never told the other children to stop. I let them carry on yet I didn't believe what they were saying and I knew it was wrong. Aara like many other victims of bulling, decided to end the pain. Aara took her own life, when we were only a few months away from finishing year 8. I have never forgiven myself for ignoring the bulling that was happening to my friend. I moved to a new area when I was in year 9, where at first I was with drawn and did stupid things to make people pick on me. I punishing myself for ignoring my friend. I soon realised that acting the way I was wasn't going to make it any better and I could help people in need. I soon begain to talk to people in my class and made friends. I encouaged my friends to pick up recycling and give money to charity. However in PSE I watched a video about discrimination and broke down into tears. Everything came out and I decided to do more to help people who can't help themselves. I give money to charities and when ever I see a homeless person in town and give them money. When I finish my education I plan to help not only people but animals as well, and I want to go into poor countries and help the people there who have every little rights. I hope that my fan fiction will help people realise that just because it doesn't effect them doesn't mean it should be ignored. I want to help people, and have am always telling my younger brothers and sisters to recyle and help children who are being bullyed. I hope by putting a favourite TV character though the hardship of others that people will relate and try to help those you can't help themselves. Iggnorence (sp?) makes us crule (sp?) and not open to other views and belifes. I hope that one day this will all change, and we can live in peace without war or violence. I know this is a big dream, but it can happen. No one likes living in a world of fear and hate.