Hi! My name is Leanne. I'm from Los Angeles, California. I'm a singer, writer, and actress. I currently attend the University of California, Santa Barbara. I'm double-majoring in Sociology and Film & Media Studies.
A Note from the Author: The following short story is based on a larger concept that I've been working on for over five years -- since my junior year of high school! I hope to one day make a science fiction novel out of it. I've even started writing a screenplay based on the idea, as my biggest dream is for it to become a movie. Thank you to Vocal Media for inspiring me and encouraging me to continue working on this intricate project!
Leanne's Guide to Anxiety
Do you have anxiety? Well, you’re not alone. I do too. Everyone has at least a little bit. Mine can get pretty wild sometimes. It’s taught me a lot, but it's also kept me from living my life to the fullest. That's why my new years resolution for 2022 is to combat my anxiety head-on.
A New Lens on Life
I believe that the biggest obstacle I've faced in life is the way I see myself. It's kept me from pursuing my dreams, it's kept me from meeting new people, and it's made it difficult for me to be myself freely and unapologetically. I am self-conscious, I hate the way I look, I am a harsh critic of everything I do and create, and I am frequently pessimistic about my future. Therefore, in order to achieve ultimate peace and relaxation, my new years resolution for 2022 is to feel good about myself. To do this, I am going to try to learn how to love my flaws.
Eighth Grade Culmination
As Mrs. Horton tried to console me, along with a few others, right after being told we would not be one of the four people with a chance to read their speech for the entire eighth grade, I was newly unsure of myself. I wasn’t mad, nor was I jealous of the other students who had tried out. I was very happy for the people who were picked. I was just confused.
A Blessing in Disguise
I was born two months prematurely. I weighed three pounds, and I came out with jaundice, pneumonia, and a hole in my heart. You could say I was uncooked. I had dark coarse hair all over my pale body, and my parents constantly tell me I looked like a malnourished monkey.
Mission of International Reprogramming
Johnny and Vienna arrived at the gala in disguise. They weren’t there to give a speech, meet colleagues, or snatch some buffet food. They had one goal and one goal only: to steal the keys to Vienna’s grandparents’ house, open the door to their secret room, and figure out a way to stop them from going through with their plans.