Author has written 7 stories for Kodomo No Omocha, Demon Diary, and Harry Potter.
I'm Whitney. I was born on December 27th, 1989, in Houston, Texas, and have lived in Sugar Land the majority of my life, so I guess you can call it my home. When I tell people where I'm from, they ask me if it's a real place. I generally define Sugar Land as the "bubble", but that isn't always what it is. I am a triplet. When I was younger I defined "love" as the way my mom and dad looked at each other. By the 1st grade I'd cut my hair boy-short, had my first crush, and couldn't pronounce my "r"s. By 5th grade I knew what sex was, had my first unofficial boyfriend, and still couldn't pronounce my "r"s. By 8th grade I'd been through a preppy phase, a punk phase, a sparkly eye-shadow phase, and was having difficulty pronouncing my "r"s. By 10th grade, I'd figured out what “style” was, defined love in my own immature teenage way, self-published a book, and had become accustomed to people asking me where my "accent" was from, since I can’t pronounce my "r"s. When I was sixteen, I saw The Breakfast Club for the very first time, and I think that was a major turning point in my life I've known what I want to do with my life since I was six years old. I know I want to attend American University, major in Journalism (emphasis on Magazine Journalism), and do something with teaching English as a foreign language. I know I want to join the JET (Japanese Exchange and Teaching) Program when I get out of college, and join Peace Corps after that. Most people are think it's a good thing that I have this mapped out, but I don't. I don't have a backup plan, and I know if something goes wrong in my list of the future, it'll be like I've failed. I don't believe anyone stops to breathe anymore, don't believe there is one set meaning of life, and wonder if the words "I love you" actually have meaning in our society anymore. I do believe in life after death, do believe first kisses are both awkward and cute, and wonder how much weight Nicole Richie is planning on losing. I cry every time I see the movie Life is Beautiful, love photography though rarely show my pictures to anyone, sing very badly and loudly when I'm nervous, and don't own a pair of pants that don’t make my butt look flat. I change my hair so often I’ve begun to define stages in my life by what style my hair was in. I’m rarely happy with my body, have had 4 séances in my life (but have thus far not succeeded in bringing back the dead), love the TV show The Office, the movies Garden State and Little Miss Sunshine, and Special K Bars. I drink 5 diet cokes a day, but don’t really like their taste, know most of Ok Go’s songs by heart, and have been taking Latin for 3 years but don’t know a word of it. I don’t know if I want to get married, or have kids because I don’t know how that will fit into the “must-be-obeyed” future plan written above. I have about 10 friends I know I can count on, but not one of them knows everything about me. In the simplest terms I am a teenager who lives in the bubble that isn’t always a bubble, and knows what she wants to do with her life but wishes she didn’t. In the simplest terms, life is a Masquerade Ball, and no one ever really takes off their masks.
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