Author has written 2 stories for Twilight.
Hey i'm jess. Not jessica, no offence to other jessicas but im glad. nah, my name is jessamy, some wierd french name that my mum picked up in a piece of french poetry. Anyway, i am the official owner to an iphone, ipod, 2 laptops, 2 dogs and a sister but i am not and will never be the owner of Twilight. This will probably be my disclaimer to every one of my stories cause its true and it makes sense, something that rarely happens to me. I'm a sarcastic bitch towards the people i dont like, and that probably comes out in most of my stories because thats the way i write. I once failed a test for prattling on and on about how much i disagree with capital punishment on one of my Religion exams and ended up offending the teacher. now, i know im a girl, but my three guilty pleasures in life are chocolate, soccer and cars. i literally spend hours looking at cars for sale because im looking for what car i can get when im old enough. trust me, i agree if you are thinking "what a freak" at the moment. One of my greatest passions in life is dancing, soccer and piano cause i can take whatever emotion i am feeling out on it. my dancing is by far my greatest accomplishment at the moment and i intend on going as far as a girl can when she has absolutely no determination, only competitiveness. I absolutely love parties and i somehow manage to be the spotlight at most parties. I remember at Pennys me and my friends were the only ones on stage dancing while everyone else was on the dance floor, where we were before we got bored. At lunch at school i spend the whole time trying to get different songs stuck in my head and then belting it out while everyone just laughs. Whenever im on stage i tend to start laughing, which kindof sucks, but ive learnt to control it now. ive never told anyone this, and its not cause i get nervous. I just think its funny that everyone is staring at you and then images start popping into my mind like imagine if im doing my solo and my boob pops out of my leo. id be so screwed. so yeah, this is just a tiny part of how my mind works. id hate to be you that had to read this
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