Hey you. Yes you. No, the person beside you. No, you over there. Yes you! No, the person in front of the screen, reading this annoying bit. I like your smile.

So, you’ve decided to check out the profile of a demented teenage girl. For those of you who don’t know, demented doesn’t mean sick or twisted. It means crazy, wild, and insane. Trust me on this. I had to look it up to prove to my dad that him calling the shows I like watching aren’t ‘demented’ (i.e. sick and twisted). They’re not that bad, honest! They’re mostly about family and helping people, with a side note of killing monsters or talking to the dead.

Anyway! I’m guessing since you’re reading this that you like my work. Either that or you were just curious, which I do sometimes too, so don’t worry. If you do like my work, then you can give me any sort of suggestion for what you’d like to see in one of my stories (or story, as it happens to be at the moment) and I’ll see what I can do.

Hmm, what else? Well, I’m fifteen. You can call me C, since I’m super paranoid about people finding out who I am from reading my name on the intergoogles. (Blame my parents; they’ve been telling me for the last decade not to tell anyone my name if I don’t know them. My argument? “How can I get to know them if I can’t tell them my name?”) I absolutely cannot stand my younger brother –I’m convinced he’s soulless or just plain psychotic. And I hate that annoying noise when the TV is on and nothing is playing.

Well, that’s all I can think of. Ciao!

ATTENTION!

As of right now, my computer has decided it hates me. It refuses to start and stay on. Translation: it keeps restarting so frequently that I can't do anything. (I'm using the school's computer to type this.) My apologies to everyone who may be reading my story, As We Know It, but until the problem with my computer is sorted out, I am not able to post any new chapters at this time. Sorry for any inconvenience.