My First Novel
My plans for publishing my books go as back as five years ago. When I was eleven, some of my friends and I just tore off several pages from our books and began to write a little short story when our teacher was away. Since I was the only one who spoke and used English on a regular basis, all of us wrote in Sinhala. Anyway, the teacher came a while later, so we stop. *Chapter closed* *Some weeks later/probably a weekend - I can't remember* _ a forward - to make you aware of the fact that I'm very messy at packing and unpacking_ I was suddenly aware that my eldest sister was squealing her head off over something. When I went into the room, my school books are all over the place - on tables, chairs, and beds. (Here's the side that no one knows of me: I'm very, very, hopelessly messy - and I'm proud enough to say that.) And In her hand, she held some sheets of A5 paper - carbon-inked with my unneat, ever changing handwriting. If I was pale, I would've said that I
