If you want to know about me then hear you go:

Pen name: Cryptic Mist

Real name: Jessica, preferably Jess ;)

Eye colour: Blue

Hair colour: my natural colour is black

From: New South Wales, Australia.

Love: Family, friends, beaches, sun, although I do love winter :) and Australia!!!

So far I have made stories for Skulduggery Pleasant Series, Twiligh and awesome TV show called Spirited and another show I'm in love with called Prison Break. I make stories in my own time, whether you like them or not I don't care but please do review for CONSTRUCTIVE CRITISISM.

Some of my stories are based on my memories or experiences whether good or bad so I'll let you know at the top of a story if it is an experience I have been a witness of or a victim of.

Hate: cockroaches! I absolutely hate them. I hate it when people watch me eat lol coz I'm weird like that.

Shout outs!!!

THE VALDUGGERY SUPPORTERS!You are just to clever, utterly wonderful and all of you're stories are fantastic even the non-valduggery fan stories are good too. :)

SPIRITED (Aussie TV Show): I have fallen in love with Henry Mallett!!! Love the show to bits and cannot wait for Season 2 in a couple of days!!!

I have a new love and his name is WENTWORTH MILLER from Prison Break. *Sigh* I wish he was all mine.

Well there you go, if you read this, please read and review my stories! Would love to hear from you. Bye! :)

xXxJessxXx

It's sad that some people could actually be like this.

When you were 5, your mom gave you an ice-cream cone. You thanked her by yelling at her that it's the wrong kind.

When you were 9, your mom drove you from swimming to soccer to soccer and one birthday party to another. You thanked her by slamming the door and never looking back.

When you were 10, your mom paid for piano classes. You thanked her by never coming to class.

When you were 12, your mom was waiting for a very important call. You thaned her by talking on the phone all night.

When you were 14, your mom paid for a month away at summer camp. You thanked her by not bothering to write a single letter.

When you were 16, your mom taught you how to drive her car. You thanked her by taking it every chance you got.

When you were 18, your mom cried at your high school graduation. You thanked her by partying until dawn.

When you were 20, your mom drove you to college. You thanked her by saying goodbye outside the dorm so you wouldn't have to in front of your friends.

When you were 26, your mom paid for your wedding. You thanked her by moving halfway across the world.

When you were 30, your mom fell ill and needed you to take care of her. You thanked her by reading about the burden parents are to their children.

Then on night she died quietly and everything you did came crashing down on you.

If you love your mom, copy and paste this in your profile. If you don't, then you won't care if your mom dies, will you?

'At age 8, your dad buys you an ice cream. You thanked him by dripping it all over his lap.

When you were 9 years old, he paid for piano lessons. You thanked him by never even bothering to practice.

When you were 10 years old he drove you all day, from soccer to football to one birthday party after another. You thanked him by jumping out of the car and never looking back.

When you were 11 years old, he took you and your friends to the movies. You thanked him by asking to sit in a different row.

When you were 12 years old, he warned you not to watch certain TV shows. You thanked him by waiting until he left the house.

When you were 13, he suggested a haircut that was in fashion. You thanked him by telling him he had no taste.

When you were 14, he paid for a month away at summer camp. You thanked him by forgetting to write a single letter.

When you were 15, he came home from work, looking for a hug. You thanked him by having your bedroom door locked.

When you were 16, he taught you how to drive his car. You thanked him by taking it every chance you could.

When you were 17, he was expecting an important call. You thanked him by being on the phone all night.

When you were 18, he cried at your high school graduation. You thanked
him by staying out partying until dawn.

When you were 19, he paid for your college tuition, drove you to campus carried your bags. You thanked him by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn't be embarrassed in front of your friends.

When you were 25, he helped to pay for your wedding, and he told you how deep he loved you. You thanked him by moving halfway across the country.

When you were 50, he fell ill and needed you to take care of him . You thanked him by reading about the burden parents become to their children.

And then, one day, he quietly died. And everything you never did came crashing down like thunder on YOUR HEART.

If you love your dad, post this on your profile.