Author has written 2 stories for Twilight.
hey everyone Rin here! I found this place from Stephenie Meyers website. and i really like!
PICTURE: found on Deviantart
WE WEAR OUR ROBES LONG
AND OUR HEELS HIGH.
-WCC (Womens concert choir)
A little about me!
-- Im 5'2" (yeah, yeah i know im short! lol. my friends alway joke about my hight)
-- i have very blue eyes, their like a crystal blue.( they change with my moods)
-- i have long blonde and copper highlighted hair.
-- i hate getting dirty ( i took ceramics class for one quarter and i swear everyday i came home covered in clay! thank god that i had it fourth hour which happenes to be my last hour of the day.)
-- im a perfectionist
-- i LOVE to sing. hence me being in WCC
-- Im offically a sophmore in high school!
-- im am addicted to zebra Mochas
-- the twilight books are the ONLY books that i have actually sat down and decided on my own to read.
-- my favorite color is YELLOW.
-- i love to travel!
-- i want to work with kids or be a designer when i get older.
-- i love legally blonde on broadway!
-- i dont have a favorite band because it changes with the day and the mood im in. ill really listen to anything
i personaly am not good at writing fanfiction but i have like a Ton of ideas in my head but i can never figure how to put them in writing so if you need ideas, just message me and ill tell you some ideas.
anywho thats about it for me now!
Just to let everyone know!!
i changed Tear Drops On My Guitar to Raise Your Voice and i took that down and rewrote the story because i wasnt to happy with it although i loved the reviews that i got and i hope that the new story has the same affect!
The Parent Trap
Raise Your Voice- Bella's Closet
Her hair up in a pony tail,
But her mommy tried to tell her,
But she was not afraid;
But still her mother worried,
But the little girl went to school,
There were daddies along the wall in back,
One by one the teacher called,
At last the teacher called her name,
"Where's her daddy at?"
And from somewhere near the back,
The words did not offend her,
And with hands behind her back,
"My Daddy couldn't be here,
And though you cannot meet him,
He loved to tell me stories,
We used to share fudge sundaes
'Cause my daddy's always with me,
With that her little hand reached up,
From somewhere in the crowd of dads,
She stood up for the love
When she dropped her hand back down
"I love my daddy very much,
Sometimes when I close my eyes,
To her mother's amazement,
Who knows what they saw before them,
"I know you're with me Daddy,"
No one in that room could explain it,
A child was blessed, if only a moment,