I like to read and write. Basically obsessed.

A little about me: I am female, I'm 13 years old, and I live in a small, yet getting larger town in central Texas. I love friends, family, life, love, trees, the smell of rain, singing, dancing, unsolved mysteries, really awesome poetry, cheese, chocolate, forests, thunder, Funyons, chocolate chip cookies, food in general, music, stars, rain, clouds, sunsets, animals, the color black, cold, stormy weather, sarcasm, laughing, basketball, being loud, dreaming, wishing on stars, Englsh/Austrailian accents, depressing poems, dreams.

I am a die-hard Twilighter. My idols are J.K. Rowling and Stephenie Meyer. If I can ever write something at their level my life will be complete.

Taylor Swift is my idol. She's just so cool, her music so meaningful, it's really hard not to listen. It amazes me how many of her songs she's written and how she can stay grounded so young. I think she's the best role model out there.

My favorite poem: She Walks in Beauty

She walks in beauty, like the night
of cloudless climes and starry skies,
and all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes.
Thus mellowed to that tender light,
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less.
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenly sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent.

--Lord Byron

Correction!! New favorite poem: "The Highwayman." it's really long, so i don't feel like typing it out, so yeah. . . .go check it out on poemhunter.com

I have a photographic memory. I've memorized things that i really like because i don't want to forget. I've memorized the preface to every Twilight book, several paragraphs from The Outisders (One of the best books ever), a paragraph from Look For Me By Moonlight (creepy but sooo awesome), "The Highwayman", "She Walks in Beauty", "Fire and Ice", and many more.

I share a passion for writing with my friend, you might know her as EndlessImmortal. She is amazing. That is all I'm saying. =)

I get my best writing epiphanies when I'm either sitting in my computer chair and staring at the wall, or brushing my teeth.

Another of my favorites: Fire and Ice

Some say the world will end in fire

Some say in ice.

From what I've tasted of desire

I hold with those who favor fire.

But if it had to perish twice

I think I know enough of hate,

To say that for destruction ice

Is also great

and would suffice.

--Robert Frost

Okay, I'm being really obsessive compulsive about poetry right now, so here's something I wrote myself:

Words

The words swam in front of me
So many to take in,
But I couldn't put it down
So I immersed myself again.

The words were so powerful
Eating away. . .
How could I compare?
Could that be me one day?

I jerked upright
And wiped sweat from my brow.
Wait a second,
How could I be here now?

Where am I, I thought again and again,
Wasn't I just in a magical land?
With fairies, trolls, goblins,
And a king's marching band?

It's the book,
I realized with a start.
It had drawn me away,
To reside there, in a time not today.

They ate and ate,
I just had to start. . .
So I dove back in,
Greed and longing in my heart.

I smelled the lovely ink,
The pages sang their own private song.
So I opened my eyes. . .
The midnight oil burned on.

"I Hate You!"

The gleam of malice
Sparkles in his eye
As I shake my head
And disregard with a sigh.
He doesn't mean it,
I think with grim satisfaction.
His words that always drip with hate
Cut down to the bone,
But are merely a distraction.

As I walk down the hall,
His words stir in my stomach;
My blood runs cold.
What if he's serious
In his cry of pain?
Or is it an outlet,
Or attention to gain?

A muffled cry
Echoes in my head.
I venture into his room,
My stomach twisted with dread.
He lays on the bed,
Cold and bone-pale.
Several red droplets
Mark their trail.

"I. . .ha. . ." he struggles for words.
My world starts spinning;
Fear clenches my heart till it hurts.
Slowly, so slowy,
Onto the pillow his head dips
As his last sounds of hate
Fade from his lips.

Fading

The silence is heavy
And thick like a fog;
Indifference is a mask
You never seem to remove.
I tell myself you still care,
That you're still here,
But I don't know what to think anymore.
I call out to you,
But my voice gets lost along the way.
I'm so confused,
So I just keep lying to myself,
Because the truth hurts to much.

Some artists/bands/whatever that i like:
The Jonas Brothers (OMflippityG yes!!)
Honor Society (i love See U in the Dark ;) and Goodnight My Love)
Demi Lovato (!!)
Selena Gomez
Miley Cyrus (basically all the Disney people :)
Ludo
Tom Felton. Tom Felton. Tom freaking Felton. (seriously people, go listen to "If That's Alright With You")
Secondhand Serenade
The Goo Goo Dolls ("Iris" is the amazingly perfect Ed/Bella song for all you Twilight fans)
Did I already mention the Jonas Brothers??

"These violent delights have violent ends,
and in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
which, as they kiss, consume."

Romeo and Juliet, Act II scene IV

If any of y'all want some new stuff to read, go check out Anna Christie. My new fave!
Hey, all you people who might happen to read this! Y'all go check out my faves, which includes Anna Christie (duh) and the AMAZINGLY AWESOME MidnightRose77, who just happens to be my twin sister. Dude, seriously, if you think I'm good, she makes me look like a second grader. I'm in eighth-grade Pre-AP, mind you.

I am the girl that people look through when I say something. I am the girl that spends most of her free time reading, writing, or doing other activities that most teenagers wouldn't call normal. I am the girl that people call weird, and a freak either behind my back or to my face. I am the girl that doesn't spend all her time on MySpace, or talking to a girlfriend on a cellphone or regular phone. I am the girl that hasn't been asked out in a year. I am the girl that has stopped to smell the flowers and jump and splash in the rain.

But I am also the girl who knows and is proud to be who she is, doesn't care if people call her weird (it's a compliment), who loves reading and writing and doing the things that no one seems to have the time to do any more, who loves and is obsessed with Harry Potter (or Twilight), who can express herself better with words than with words, and knows the importance of the little things.

Copy and Paste this onto your account and add your name to the list, if you are anything like me, so the girls who are different and unique can know in their weakest times that they are unique, but not alone.

~PrettyFanGirl, Truth Be Told 13, creative-writing-girl13, Jasper 1006, Shadows.Dance, mad-dog-13, Pink-Amethyst

K, I'll put my little note here cuz i'm not gonna write it EVERY single time i put up a chapter/story, so here goes: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE reveiw. I get really anxious when nobody reveiws but i check my traffic and there are a couple people reading, cuz then i think you don't like it, or something. i thrive on my reveiws. If nobody reveiws, if I don't know what anybody thinks...I'll internally combust or something. So reveiw, even if you hate it. I want to know! I can take it, I promise. Thanks!