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Author has written 3 stories for Shugo Chara!, and Fairy Tail.
Welcome to my profile. This is where you can read a little bit about me, and you can read my latest news.
Name: Aisa (pronounced I-ee-sha)
Location: I'd rather not say...
Birthday: I was born on the fourth of May
Hobbies: I love to write, read, listen to music, and play my violin.
Music: I'm not really a fan of those new pop songs (unless they're something slow and have a meaning to them)
My quirks: I only eat one thing at a time on my plate. I get terrified if I am on a road and a truck drives a bit too close to me (hello flinching fit!). I love listening to classical music (I also love to rock-ify them). On weekends I surf the internet for free violin sheet music for my favourite songs, including anime opening themes. I love listening to piano tributes. I am obsessed with reading. I would die for my cusions and my sisers are my life.
I am currently writing a book called A Witch in Training. Feel free to PM me if you wish to know more! The link to my official author web page is aisagoga.webs.com/
If you are a fan, or read my fanfiction "Preciuous Secrets and Beautiful Liars" in the Shugo Chara fandom, I have some explaining to do. I'm sorry it has taken me so long to update, but I can't find the time to update. This story IS NOT ON HOLD. I never abandon my works. I find it quite unbearable. To think that I am literally abandoning my characters and not telling their story sickens me. So rest assured, I am continuing this fanfic. It may take a while to update but I swear, it will be worth it. If you have any questions, don't hesitate to PM me.
I stand in the doorway,
And what to leave.
What to save
And what to let crumble.
Around me is my childhood
And all I want is to forget.
I walk around,
Picking up memories,
Or at least what's left of them.
The shards, the fragments.
One person caused this.
One person took all that I loved,
My family, my memories,
And stomped on them
And over again,
Until all I had left
Was spilt tears
And more pieces than I can count.
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Well, that's it! And as I said before, PM me if you have any questions, suggestions, requests! :D
Thanks for reading!!! :D
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