"Hi!" Shealtiel chirped amiably. "I'm Saralisa. What's your name?"

"I'm (Insert Your Name Here)," the (Insert Your Hair Colour Here) haired (Insert Your Gender Here) said to the girl in front of him/her. He/She was a little startled at the girl's enthusiasm, but then, you could never know about these strange FP.net authors anymore.

"(Insert Your Name Here). I like that name. It's nice. How'd you get it?" she asked curiously.

"My parents named me that," (Insert Your Name Here) said. The girl's happiness was starting to get annoying/beginning to become more likeable. Perhaps if she kept it up it would be just a little too hard to bear. "Anyway," he/she continued. "Why are you here on FictionPress?"

"Well, I love to write," Saralisa said. "It's pretty much one of my very favourite things to do." She seemed amused by something. "Am I annoying you yet?" she asked, a smile cracking her features.

"Yes/No," he/she replied.

"Well, anyway, I'm not normally that chirpy," she informed him/her. "I just thought it would be funny to make you think so. Anyway, anything else you'd like to know about me?"

"Um, yes. Anything you'd like to tell me I suppose."

"Well," she began. "I'm 16 and I have brown hair (as you can see) and blue eyes. I also have 5 brothers and sisters of which I am the youngest. My parents are both American but I was born and have grown up in Australia all my life. I love it here. I always use Australian spelling, just so you know that I'm not just spelling things wrong. Like, you know, 'pajamas' actually has a 'y' in it."

"Right. What else can you tell me about you?" he/she asked curiously.

"My favourite colour's green," she began once more. "And I love to sing. I also really love soccer. I sing in one of the Worship Bands at my Church. My dad's the pastor. I became a Christian when I was around 5 I think. I don't remember the exact age I was. But I was young. Anyway, I've only grown in my faith since then. I believe that God wants me to be a writer when I grow up. Personally I would love to be a screenwriter, but who knows whether that'll ever happen. I gotta wait I suppose. I'll find out one day." Saralisa smiled shortly at him/her and took a breath. "Anything else you want to know?"

"Not that I can think of," he/she answered thoughtfully.

"Well, if you have anymore questions, just ask. I'll gladly answer them, as long as I don't think they're an invasion into my privacy." She smiled and led the (Insert Your Gender Here) to the Stories Authored section of her profile. "But by all means, enjoy my stories. I'm always planning more and I hope you'll enjoy them!" She nodded, as if she was done.

"Cool," (Insert Your Name Here) said in closing.

"Oh wait! Just wanted to say one last thing. If you have any other questions, don't hesitate to come back and ask. I don't mind answering a few more questions here and there!" She waved in a friendly fashion as (Insert Your Name Here) left from the back door, knowing a little more about Saralisa (and being a little more weirded out) than when he/she came in through the front door.

By S.R. Loftis