Writing a short story was my main goal this semester. I've been working on it for about 2 months now and I can say that it isn't as easy as I thought it would be. Well, for starters I did not even think about all of the research that had to be made before writing anything. Whether it's an article, short story, chapter book or simply a small blog post, research has to be made. For my short story, which was about a murderer, I had to research on them. Everyone thought that this was a way too dense topic and I'd back out as soon as I started researching and realized how hard it was going to be. But everything happened the exact opposite way. As soon as I started researching I started becoming more and more passionate. It's quite odd to be frank, because a murderer isn't a subject a 16 year old girl who love fashion typically is interested on. Well, let's rewind a bit. When this project started I began researching on psychology with a partner, but when research become more in depth we realized how different were the branches that we wanted to take. She, being something much more calm and well I picking a subject that sounds, quite weird when presented to adults. And why? Well, it was all because it interested me more than anything why someone would have the intention to kill.
As I started to research, my passion began to grow more and more. It all came together when I visited Penal de Santa Monica, a women's jail here in Peru. I walked in and though most people joked that I would never walk out, I think it sort of became that way you know. And not because I wanted to commit a crime and we forced into jail, but because I felt like there was so much to do. Something that impacted me the most was the children there. When I interviewed the jail's psychologist she told me that all the children were the prisoner's kids and that they were allowed to stay there until they were three years old, literally they leave on their birthdays. I felt as if, yeah these kids want to be with their parents, but what did they ever do to be locked up? I mean, they have to respect the rules, they only have some time to play outside, and they can never feel free. Maybe they don't realize it, in the end their very little. But still. So then it hit me, what if I want to do volunteer work in jail? And I know, it does sound pretty weird. But the jail I went to had been completely underestimated, after all, the girls were always outside and they were not violent or anything.
The first paragraph of this entry is the first paragraph of my story. It's still a rough draft, I mean it's not perfect, yet. But I hope it will be. Maybe, comment what you think?