I'd have to say there are at least three ways.

1. I enjoy writing. I have many stories planned and know that there are more to come. I have almost finished my trilogy High Adrenaline and hope that I will be able to finish and maybe even publish it. The story is about me and my friends childhood adventures and imaginary games we used to play. I've just changed a lot and made it even more epic than I could have dreamed.

2. I also enjoy drawing. I'm not the best artist you've ever seen but I'm getting better as I practice. My drawing style is mostly inspired by anime and manga with a touch of cartoonist gestures. I enjoy drawing and hope to improve as I move along.

3. Last but certainly not least, I love to sing. I can't really make up my own songs but I do love to sing songs by other artists that are attuned to my mood. It's always fun to sing and dance to something that makes you want to get up off your feet and have a dance party with yourself.

I believe not. I like actual book with pages a lot better. I like being able to hold the wonderful book in my hands and watching as my bookmark moves from page to page. I like the smell of a brand new book just waiting for me to open it up and feast my eyes upon its lovely words. I don't really like e-books.

He stood at the podium. He was tall and broad, he was strong for someone so old. He was well dressed, not a thread of fabric out of place. He began to speak.
His voice was magnified over the speakers. Everyone could hear him. He cut past the pleasantries and got straight down to business.
"We're running short of food. You will now only have two meals a day with less options. . ." He began.
Options? What options? There was only one dish with two side dishes. Maybe he meant the choice to go hungry. With less food, we'd need to eat all that we were given.
"Their will be a lock down in an hour. Those of you who have been hoarding food will meet the punishment ten fold to what it usually was. We will no longer accept such behavior."
No one spoke. There was a punishment for that too. Only the feeling of dread and worries filled the air with a thicker layer of troubles.
What would happen? We were never told what the punishments were. They just wanted to scare us, he wanted us to stay in line. Most people never came back after punishment.
A shiver ran up my spine as he finished his speech and sent us back to our rooms where the lock down would begin.
The tiled floor ticked under all of our feet. The groups and groups of people were shoved into their compartments.
I was thrown into mine and turned to my cell mates.
We waited for the guards to pass before we dared to speak. "Who was it?"
Everyone's eyes darted around the room. A small hand raised.
"I wanted to give my apple to the dog outside the fence. He even ate it. I never kept it. I gave it away during the outside period of lunch." Kylie's little voice quavered.
"I don't think they would have noticed that." I replied.
Hallie opened her mouth just as a guard burst into the room, a boy the age of five being tugged violently behind him.
"Well who was it?" The guard growled.
The boy knew what would happen when you didn't obey, everyone would be punished if you didn't spill.
The boy knew all too well, his older brother had tried to save his girlfriend. They both died and we were in lock down for three days.
No food, no water, and no talking.
He began to cry as he pointed to the girl on the top bunk holding a baby girl. Who would take care of the poor thing after she was gone. The girl began to cry too. She climbed own and held out the child to me.
Take care of her, for me, she mouthed.
The girl was grabbed by the upper arm and violently shoved out the door. I knew her screams would be broad casted to us in the next hour, after her death.
I'm fifteen years old. The oldest person in imprisonment here is seventeen. We are all forced to live here. Children after the first month of their life are shipped here. There's nothing we can do to defend us.
How could we when they have guns and we have nothing?