★ a little blonde girl is born in a bucolic, countryside suburb of paris; this sparks a life-long love for your home country that you rarely get to see, nowadays, because you move with your father and mother to california at the age of five. you don't remember france, and all you do know is really from storybooks, but because of your passport you get to be the ultimate authority on the subject.
★ like so many of your generation, you grow up raised by media: books and movies and television. however, their influence over you is far greater; as a child, you're mostly sickly, diagnosed with hemophilia and chronic hypotension and more allergies than you can count. you're relegated to the indoors, where your best friends become princesses and dragons and superheroes.
★ for a very long time you mostly feel sorry for yourself. you're home-schooled, so you have a lot of time to think, read, feel, write. you put yourself— a more capable, more interesting version of alice moreau— into scribblings of stories (most of them akin to homerian tragics) that capture your imagination.
★ but by the time eleven rolls around, modern medicine finally lets you enter germy, people-filled public middle school. you love it.
★ specifically, you love theater. you've already read through every one of shakespeare's plays at least twice, and with your new-found energy you're finally allowed to bring to life the characters and the stories you've only ever experienced through words. you find your first friends among your fellow dramatics and share your first kiss with another girl behind the curtains.
★ real life high school is better than any fantasy world. you no longer write novels where you are the main character; instead you write every day stories of the people around you for the ridgeview post.
★ nowadays, you don't write much for yourself anymore, but you act, and you like to listen. maybe a little too aggressively; though you're kind and well-meaning, when you think you spot an interesting story, perhaps a new protagonist on some personal journey, you can be a little overly-persistent.
★ you don't mind being the side character in someone else's story. that's the way it's always been; you write about people doing cooler things than you do and act out characters living more interesting lives than you live. but you don't feel sorry for yourself, anymore.