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Author has written 14 stories for Aladdin, Misc. Books, Mortal Instruments, Ranger's Apprentice, Marching Band, Maximum Ride, Hunger Games, Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Harry Potter, Glee, and Seven Kingdoms Trilogy.
"Here's to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square hole. The ones who see things differently. They're not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can't do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do."
- Jack Kerouac
WARNING: On an undetermined-in-length Hiatus. Am working on gathering my plans for my stories, and to rewrite them all, starting from the beginning. The latest and most recent updates for a while will be some one-shots in a few different stories, and I will be working a lot more on my Harry Potter Multi-Chapter Sorting story. :) Thanks!*
Hello, world... this is me.
The queen of the socially akward.
The helper of the misfortunate
The friend to all who pass
The dorkmo wierdo with no apparent life
The one that has friends that are boys
The teenage writer that people think has problems
The one with problems
The one who solves other people's problems
That is me. I am me.
My name is Alyssa, but you can just call me Cissi. I like it better, anyways. I am a big geek... geektastic, if you will. Any adjective that you could find that is odd, peculiar, different, wierd, geeky, dork, anything, you name it, I am it. I am -- years old. -th grade. Yes, I did that on purpose, because if you care, you don't matter, and if you matter, you won't care. I am ADHD and OCD, and quite mental. I get straight A's in school. I help others when they are in need. I am calm and at peace. I am friendly. I am just...me.
I have blonde/red hair, natural colors, that looks, actually, gold-ish red. My eyes are a fiery gold with flecks of hunter green. I am fairly tall, but not extremely so. Thin. Muscular. Lean.
I enjoy writing poetry, stories, reading, listenining to/ playing music, drawing, archery, and doing nothing.
I am on a swim team. I am pretty good, not the best, but not the worst by far. I am athletic.
I like to sing. I am told that i have a pretty voice, too.
There are more, but I can't think of them at this second.
My music and my poetry are the embodiment of me. My mind, my being, everything about me and my soul is poured into it.
I am insane. I am just giving you some fair warning, I am insane. There is no question, just a simple fact. If you want to know reasons why, send me a message, and we can have a long, deep conversation about my complete insanity.
I am that one person who is misunderstood. Who has plenty of friends, people who love her, people to talk to, to go to. Who is not happy, always depressed. Who plasters a smile on her face for the world to see. Who's acting skills always had to be perfect in order to maintain her facade of being alright. Who has major issues... with everything. Who vents her troubles to herslef, singing or talking to herself so that no one will hear what she says. Who is shy and timid and hesitant, who loves her music, who's journal and books are her best friends in the world, who has no one that will ever truly be able to understand her, not even family. I am her. I am the outcast. The loner. The loser.
I also have a fictionpress. The link is...
I'm SKINNY, so I MUST be anorexic.
I am a PERSON, so I MUST be LABELED
"Isn't it ironic? We ignore who adores us, adore who ignores us, hurt who loves us and love who hurts us,"
"Don't fall for someone unless they're ready to catch you,"
"Hate me...They can
"Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, it's about learning to dance in the rain,"
"Wouldn't life be amazing if sweat pants were sexy, Mondays were fun, junk food didn't make you feel fat, girls didn't cause so much drama, guys weren't so confusing, and goodbyes were only until tomorrow?"
"I hurts just to wake up, whenever you're wearing thin, alone on the outside, so tired of looking in, the ending's uncertain, and i've never been so afraid."
I have inside jokes... well, with myself. I'm pretty sure they count...
"I understand that scissors can beat paper, and i get how rock can beat scissors, but there is no freaking way paper can beat rock. what, paper is supposed to magically wrap around rock , thus leaving it immobile? if so, then why in the world can't paper do this to scissors? never mind scissors, why can't paper do this to people? why aren't sheets of college ruled notebook paper constantly suffocating (usually) innocent students as they attempt to take notes in class? i'll tell you why, because paper can't beat anybody. a rock would tear that stuff up in two seconds. when i play rock/paper/scissors, i always choose rock. then, when someone claims to have beaten me with their paper,i can punch them in the face with my ready-made fist and say, oh, i'm sorry, i thought paper would protect you."