Author has written 2 stories for Daybreakers, and Harry Potter.
So I don't really know what to put here. I will be honest in saying that I looked at others profiles to find what should reside in mine. But I have a great dislike in talking about myself for no other reason than to let people know my so-called accomplishments, or what I think is great about me. So instead I think I shall regale you with wonderful, albeit random, and more often than not, facts that more or less completely fail to give you any real information about me. Sound good? Smashing!
Though now my home address will tell you I live in Brooklyn, this was not always the case. I once lived with my dad in Brighton, UK. My mother and father, though not brilliant parents, I couldn't say I would be inclined to trade them if the opportunity arose. Technically I'm a bastard. Not in the sense of today's standard's, but let’s go back to a time before that word was meant as something naughty. Back to a time where this was directed at me because my parents "love" was too pure to be corrupted by the bureaucracy a marriage license would no doubt inflict. As it turns out however, there love didn't need more corruption, it was doing just fine all on its own.
I'm now seventeen years old. Not entirely settled into myself or my surroundings yet. But I'm getting there. I dislike my alarm clock, and the fact that my allergies continually keep me from having smooth legs, and I don't have the tolerance or patience, or funds for waxing. I like to fidget, and I the fact that my mum and her boyfriend think that if they talk about sex in French I won't understand them. Why they think that when I spent four summers in France with my father that I would have picked nothing up is absurd, because I correct my friends French homework.
Albanian is by far my favorite language, partly because I can't understand a tossing word of it, and because there is a very cute Albanian boy who delivers our paper. He has a rather magnificent shade of green eyes, which I can't seem to get past when he looks up and ask for his pence. I know that's not what you call it here, but embrace it if you please. I have a thing about the eyes. It's the first thing I notice, and the last thing I would forget about a person, if I'm likely to forget it at all.
I hope this is enough information for you, and I hope you aren't unyieldingly bored as I am altering reading on about me. Any other questions, as long as it isn't what color are my knickers are, yes I remember you Wolfman1897, then you are perfectly welcome to ask them.
And please remember, my pretties that it isn't gravity, or orbit, or any amount of science bollox, which makes our beloved Earth move. It is, when boiled down to the pure and simple, love that causes us to live, and die. It is the love we feel for each other, and the love that we feel for the planet, and the love that has survived through the ages, affecting us in the same way it affected those before us.
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P.S.S Sorry I had to put that in there somewhere :)
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