Author has written 1 story for Indigo Blue.
Heya Fanfiction-ers! I'm TartanMusic.
First off, I'd better explain why I chose this name. The TARTAN bit I chose because I love checked shirts, not the Scottish thing, but more 'Country'. MUSIC is...well... I love music!!
I love playing my guitar, reading magazines/books, dancing and shopping. Taylor Swift and Pixie Lott are my favourite singer, and I love country/check/tartan/zig zag/whatever you call them T shirts.
I'm quite shy, I hate standing up and talking infront of class, home, anywhere.
My Favourite Things:
My Guitar, My Style, Me To You Bears, Sleepovers, Talking to my Crush!!, My Best Friends, Ice cream, Summer, Books, Dancing, Reading, Drawing, Shopping with a LOT of Money!!, Penguins and Pandas, Tartan/checked shirts, faded blue jeans, Taylor Swift, Watermelon, Pastel colours, purple, light blue, brown, Any teen chick flick!, Cathy Cassidy, Magazines, Pixie Lott, Bagpuss, Zelda Spirit Tracks, Christmas.
STORIES IN PROGRESS
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You’re probably wondering what the hell I’m on about, thinking I should be strung up and locked in a mad house. Well, my class thought that when they asked my name.
Yes, you’ve guessed it by now.
My name is Sassy Collins.
I’m short, with mad blonde curls and deep green eyes.
I’m thirteen tomorrow, and I’m going with Savannah (my Best Friend and the only person who didn’t think I’m mad, that first day of school) to Sunday Splurge, only the coolest Theme Park ever!!
When I publish the story (hopefully tomorrow), here are the links...
Sassy Sunday Links
Hitched Up Skirt
Create Your Own Look Top
Glittery Nail Polish
Make Up Bag
Long Loose Knit
Once Upon a Time
Saffron used to be a normal girl. What the heck, there IS no normal. She soon finds this one, simple fact out when she meets an Immortal - Taylor - and discovers why she was abandoned as a baby girl with a charm bracelet of coral and silver.
Once upon a time is the child’s way of starting a story. It doesn’t tell you anything, except for the story started...once upon a time. This story is different. It starts with a simple ‘I sat silently in my bedroom, watching the rain trickle down the window and wondering what tomorrow will bring...’
Carrie and Claire both had bright blonde hair, Carrie’s in a high cheerleader pony tail, and Claire in cute five year old bunches, which didn’t suit her because she wasn’t five, she was ten years old. They also both had bright blue eyes and tanned skin, which came from our parents: Blonde hair, blue eyes and tanned. I was nearly the opposite of the rest of my family, with dark brown hair, stormy eyes and olive skin that made me look like an Amazon warrior. I knew, in my heart, that I didn’t belong with Carrie, Claire or Mr. and Mrs. Goodwin.
Once Upon a Time Links