Hi guys and gals of fictionpress!

Hi, my name is Rachelle and I am a Shadowhunter living in a world of mundanes, an Erudite, a friend of Saw, Freddy and Jason, betrothed to William Herondale, the childhood bestfriend of Loki Laufeyson and lastly, the unfamous sister of Thor, son of Odin.

It's been a long time since I've updated. I'm so sorry. It was school. But it went a lot easier this quarter so maybe I'll be faster in making stories.

My dad fixed the computer so the bluescreens are gone for now! Yeyyyy!

My author hero is Edgar Allan Poe. I know he's very sad but... please, it's my kind of genre. I love his poems. Especially 'Annabel Lee'.

Another confession: I don't know why I became obsessed to the Phantom of the Opera. It is costly and requires time to memorize the songs. Not to mention my parents think I've gone mad or something because of the high notes and you know what happens next. It is so hard, really.

Make me sad, please, make me sad. I need inspiration. I only get to write when I'm sad or when I'm bored but I don't want to get bored so make me sad. I'm crying and pleading.

Currently reading City of Ashes. I just finished City of Bones, Insurgent, Divergent and Every day. You've got to read those. Every Day is such a eye-opener to everything in life. And The Mortal Instruments? Well, I found out about an institute near me and it is called The Manila Institute. I have Nephilim friends, too, named Elle and Bea. omg. All these feels. The Divergent and Insurgent left me with the urge to kill someone. I'm so creepy right now. Don't talk to me. It's just... (spoiler alert engk engk engk) I cried when Tris was in the Erudite compound with Jeanine testing her. It's just unfair that there is no book three yet. Enlighten me, please?

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Just a random thought: I thank that someone who invented brownies and also that someone who discovered mangoes.

heu miser indigne frater adempte mihi.

nunc tamen interea haec, prisco quae more parentum

tradita sunt tristi munere ad inferias,

accipe fraterno multum manantia fletu

atque in perpetuum, frater, ave atque vale.

- Catullus, Carmina 101