Author has written 18 stories for Harry Potter, Covert Affairs, Doctor Who, Primeval, Suits, Sherlock, and Once Upon a Time.
Facts About Me:
-- I'm seventeen.
-- I taught myself to write.
-- I've never broken a bone.
-- Angels and their history intrigue me.
-- I'm obsessed with putting things in line.
-- I've stunted my growth. Thank you caffeine.
-- Je suis dans l'amour avec la langue française.
-- Money hardly means anything to me, I don't need it to be happy.
-- I'm a friend of Death's, he and I are very close: we know a lot about each other.
-- I believe there's something special about the number 713. It's also my favorite number.
-- I write more original pieces than Fan-Fiction, and I'm trying to complete my first publishable novel.
-- I believe I've met the boy I'm supposed to spend eternity with. Unfortunately, I'm not his Cinderella.
-- My characters don't talk to me, nor I to them. (This is now a lie. My characters have suddenly become very vocal and it's sort of driving me mad.)
There are four people who have influenced my life. I realize they are human beings with normal families, upbringings, and lives. None of these which I've had the luxury of experiencing. I know this normality hinders them of being able to understand and cope with my being and personality, pushing them so far that they ultimately give up on me. I know it's not their faults, but that doesn't stop my human, primitive instinct from hating them for it. Overall though, I love them very much. Who they once were can never come back to me, I understand that, because who they were didn't become who they are now for a reason, and even though half of them didn't have the option of walking forward, the other two never gave me a backward glance.
Every line, every word I have and will write belongs to them. They made me who I am today. They sculpted my smile, molded my memories, and defined my disposition. Without them I would be nothing.
My mom, however, is the one person who has remained by my side no matter what. She and I have been through hell and back several times together, and yet here she still stands. I honestly believe she will be the only one still standing beside me in the end. I love her for everything she is: my backbone, my lifeline, my everything. She supports who I am and the decisions I make, and she accepts and loves me for exactly who I am, and in the end that's all that really matters.