"Hi!" Shealtiel chirped amiably. "I'm Saralisa. What's your name?"

"I'm (Insert Your Name Here)," the (Insert Your Hair Colour Here) haired (Insert Your Gender Here) said to the girl in front of him/her. He/She was a little startled at the girl's enthusiasm, but then, you could never know about these strange FF.net authors anymore.

"(Insert Your Name Here). I like that name. It's nice. How'd you get it?" she asked curiously.

"My parents named me that," (Insert Your Name Here) said. The girl's happiness was starting to get annoying/beginning to become more likeable. Perhaps if she kept it up it would be just a little too hard to bear. "Anyway," he/she continued. "Why are you here on FanFiction?"

"Well, I love to write," Saralisa said. "It's pretty much one of my very favourite things to do." She seemed amused by something. "Am I annoying you yet?" she asked, a smile cracking her features.

"Yes/No," he/she replied.

"Well, anyway, I'm not normally that chirpy," she informed him/her. "I just thought it would be funny to make you think so. Anyway, anything else you'd like to know about me?"

"Um, yes. Anything you'd like to tell me I suppose."

"Well," she began. "I'm 16 and I have brown hair (as you can see) and blue eyes. I also have 5 brothers and sisters of which I am the youngest. My parents are both American but I was born and have grown up in Australia all my life. I love it here. I always use Australian spelling, just so you know that I'm not just spelling things wrong. Like, you know, 'pajamas' actually has a 'y' in it."

"Right. What else can you tell me about you?" he/she asked curiously.

"My favourite colour's green," she began once more. "And I love to sing. I also really love soccer. I sing in one of the Worship Bands at my Church. My dad's the pastor. I became a Christian when I was around 5 I think. I don't remember the exact age I was. But I was young. Anyway, I've only grown in my faith since then. I believe that God wants me to be a writer when I grow up. Personally I would love to be a screenwriter, but who knows whether that'll ever happen. I gotta wait I suppose. I'll find out one day." Saralisa smiled shortly at him/her and took a breath. "Anything else you want to know?"

"Not that I can think of," he/she answered thoughtfully.

"Well, if you have anymore questions, just ask. I'll gladly answer them, as long as I don't think they're an invasion into my privacy." She smiled and led the (Insert Your Gender Here) to the Stories Authored section of her profile. "But by all means, enjoy my stories. I'm always planning more and I hope you'll enjoy them! Just so you know, Top Secret is dedicated to TJPJ4610 who is a brilliant author and faithfully reads all my writing, even though it's not anything special. Obliviate was co-written with her and she dedicates her half to Dobby, who she cried over for a long time. I dedicate my half to my brother, Chris. I'm really sorry I betrayed you dude." She took a breath. "And of course, Snisha is dedicated to Trish too, 'cause it's like, about her." She nodded, as if she was done.

"Cool," (Insert Your Name Here) said in closing.

"Oh wait! And my OTPs are Sirilisa (me and Sirius Black... Go check out Trish xx's Sirilisa story here: Sirilisa) and (this is a new one) Petalisa (me and Peter Pevensie). No one's written me one of those yet, but don't worry, I'm sure it will come, and you'll here about it when it does. So, if you have any other questions, don't hesitate to come back and ask. I don't mind answering a few more questions here and there!" She waved in a friendly fashion as (Insert Your Name Here) left from the back door, knowing a little more about Saralisa (and being a little more weirded out) than when he/she came in through the front door.

By S.R. Loftis