My name is Evan and I am almost sixteen. Though my native tongue is English, I am also fluent in French. I was born and raised in Texas, but now live in Montreal (I said it because it is also the setting of many short stories and because you can't find me in the phone book). The rest I'll keep for myself. I mean, you don't even need to know anything about me at all, now do you?
Don't be afraid to tell me you didn't like what I wrote.
I have just realized that all the stories listed below are the immediate consequences of not having a social life.
That is all.
Update
I am alive. I am still working on "The Heirs". Chapter 9, as you can see, is complete. Fuck yeah. Ch10 should follow shortly, but I won't guarantee anything. The plot-development is moving at a good pace. As of Wednesday, November 12, 2008, at 9:47 PM my time-zone, it holds 55,043 words and counting. The only problem is that more than half those words are in Books 2 and 3.
I would also be infinitely grateful to a boarding school student should he or she give me any sort of information appertaining to his/her education.
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