Mollie knew she wanted to be a writer when she grew up when she wrote 17 page ghost story for a 5th grade writing assignment and all of her other classmates only wrote 1 page stories. Her story didn't make a lot of sense, but no one's writing makes sense unless the writer has experienced some sort of tragedy. And tragedy did strike shortly after that writing assignment. One night, at the dinner table, her parents told her to try some green vegetable called.....BRUSSELS SPROUTS. And it tasted HORRIBLE. So horrible in fact, that she had to get her aggression out on the nearest thing possible. Which was her older brother. So....she kicked him under the table and then told her parents that her brother kicked her. He never forgot her treachery. To this day, she can still hear him plead his innocence and must live with her great betrayal for the rest of time. Except when she writes. Because she is super focused and can't hear anything around her when she is in the writing zone. Oh. And Mollie lives in New York, likes to play video games, read in the park, and wishes she had the power to teleport because she is usually running a little late and teleportation would be a huge stress reliever.