My name is unimportantat at this point in time though DJ will do just fine.
I'm in the eleventh grade . . . well almost.
Teacher's say i have a knack for poetry and essays though i highly disagree.
I'm a hopeless romantic, though i've never been in love myself.
I do alot of stupid things but find myself learning something new all the time.
I'm into all kinds of music, my current fetish is those Pussycat Dolls, but Jack's Mannequin pwns hxc.
I love dying my hair, i look like a cat right now, and am INdeep with peircings.
I'm afraid i'll never amount to anything.
I enjoy horror movies but end up keeping Matt up all night because i'm too scared to sleep alone.
I'm not thin, and i'm not fat, i'm me.
So, come on take a step towards me, so you can figure me out.

Stories

Kill The Messenger: I've decided to leave this as a one shot because I can't bring myself to write other chapters to accompany it. It will ruin the message I'm trying to get across. COMPLETE

What Lies Beneath: I'll write a good descrption after I'm done my chores.