As a young girl, Carolina Summers did not do many things that most children her age would consider interesting. Whilst they stayed outside with their siblings, splashing in mud and swimming in creeks, Carolina stayed mostly inside, going outside only to tend to her meager garden and to find and categorize the different species of bugs in the area. In the meantime, she read and had stacks upon stacks of books piled up in her small room.

She would gladly read anything she could get her hands on, from biographies on people she had never heard of to actions being performed that she had never wanted to hear of. But one thing was the same throughout every book she read: she was quite grateful that it existed if only to please her for a matter of hours, they often made her think long and hard afterword about how she could use the information she learned to better her own life. And if she could use this gift to better her life, she was even more grateful for it.

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