Author has written 2 stories for Outsiders, and Rise of the Guardians.
Real Name: You don't need to know that.
Favorite books: Harry Potter, The Outsiders, The Hunger Games, Divergent, Mortal Instruments, Infernal Devices, Gone, I Am Number Four, Unbreakable, Beautiful Creatures, Looking for Alaska, The Fault in Our Stars, Icons, Ender's Game
Favorite Movies: Harry Potter, The Outsiders, The Avengers, The Hunger Games, Rise of the Guardians, Star Trek: 2009, Star Trek Into Darkness, Frozen, Les Miserables
Fandoms I belong to: Rise of the Guardians, Divergent, Harry Potter, Hunger Games, Star Trek, Mortal Insruments, Infernal Devices, Frozen, Outsiders
Hobbies: Singing, Dancing, Acting, Color Guard, Hanging with my buddies (Especially my best friend Jazmine a.k.a. supersinger5), reading, playing on the xbox (CoD mainly), writing, goofing off, and yes BEING AWESOME!!!
Town: You don't need to know that either.
Birthday: August 27
I love my family but mainly my youngest brother, Orion. I like to compare me and Orion to Sodapop and Ponyboy... with the bond that we have and all...
I'm a singer, performer, dancer, and an actress... well, not totally famous, but I've been in a few things. I get hyper about a lot of things. I normally write when I have free time, but that doesn't happen a whole lot so I apologize ahead of time about my updates. I'm very athletic and love music. I always listen to music while writing. Well... I don't know what else to talk about of myself other than the fact that I'm a sophomore now... so yea... Sodapop's mine!
So... I think I'm going to blow off some steam or whatever you want to call it. I guess a rant? Well... just to tell you how I think (maybe it'll help you give me ideas or suggestions. You could see how I write my weird little rant and see my strong points) and what I feel.
This is kind of hard for me to say. Not because it's touchy and personal, but because I don't know how to approach it. I guess I could write it as I hear it in my head, but how do I convey the feeling? I'm a speaker, not a writer. I sing, I dance, I act, but I can only learn that through visuals. I can't focus on books for long. Math, yeah, but history, English, geography, anything else with words and paragraphs I... I just cant focus. If it isn't interesting like FanFiction or good book, I can't read it. I just can't. When I'm talking to friends or anything, talking anywhere, I jump from topic to topic out of nowhere. My mom thinks I have ADHD. I kicked one of my best friends in the wrong parts (he's a boy) in sixth grade (I'm in tenth) and I was surprised to find out that he forgave the moment it happened. I'm glad he did. I walk with him to school everyday with my best friends Jaz and Haylie. His name is Travis. He was my math buddy. We were the smartest in our class. Then he scored low on a math class and now I'm two classes higher and now I got asked by my math teacher from last year to be in the academic decathlon. According to her, I'm exactly who they're looking for. As you can see, I switch topics. Didn't I mention that earlier? I don't know. And simply, I don't care. I'm not going to bother to look at what I've already written, so if I repeat myself, that's me for you. I hate it when people compare me to anything. When they compare, it makes me feel like I'm not good enough. I have terrible confidence. Every time I hear about a play or musical I think "hey, I'm going to audition" but right before I do, I bail. I feel like if I mess up, I'll make a fool of myself. The summer of 2012, there was this musical that my friend told me about. I told her I would audition. I decided I wouldn't the moment she left though. But, the day before the audition, she texted me asking if I was anxious about the audition. And I had to tell her that I wasn't auditioning. If you hadn't already found out from my stories, I'll tell you now. I always have excuses. I wish I didn't, but I'm pathetic, so I do. I told her I didn't have a ride. (btw this took place about 8 pm on a Friday and auditions were 9 am the next day) She told me she would pick me up at 8:45 am. I told her I didn't have any music for the pianist to play for me to sing. She brought me music not ten minutes later and told me to learn it, because dammit, she wasn't going to chicken out of doing it because of my poor self confidence. Not again. she was making me sing it to her over the phone at midnight to make sure I had it. At the audition, I messed up multiple times, and by the end, I was red in the face with embarrassment. My friend performed flawlessly. Two weeks later, I got a call saying that I was wanted on the cast. My friend never got a call. I could tell that she was jealous and I called her on it telling her I was going to quit because I didn't want to lose another friend. I hardly had any as it was, and she told me she wouldn't be my friend anymore if I quit. I'm glad I didn't. I've realized I like performing. Whether it be Singing, color guard, dancing, or acting. I want to do it. I'm tired of people telling me I can't do it. That I'm not worth it. I got enough of that from the man that calls himself my father. The so-called father who doesn't know how old I am, or when my birthday is. The one who is non-existent in my life. I haven't seen him in three years. I'm tired of giving him chance after chance. I tell myself that he can change. That he'll want me in his life. But I always get disappointed. There is always that part of me that wants to be held by my father when I'm sad. Who can scare a boy who is mean to me. And that's why i always tell him I want to see him. Because I hope he'll see that. But in the end, he never comes to get me. I'd like to see how he reacts to me having a boyfriend. One that has been through my stupid rants such as this and has seen my worst, yet he stays. And I appreciate it. A lot. I was surprised when he brought me a birthday present. It wasn't much. Only a shirt that said: If color guard was easy, it would be called cheer leading, a jar of cookies, a key chain with my initial from Las Vegas, and a card saying Happy Birthday. But it showed me he cared to at least get me something. It was more than my father ever did for me. I hate it when my best friend cries about how she found out that the one she thought was her father for 15 years is not her birth father. I yelled her once telling her at least someone had the guts to step in as her father. I still have no one. My mom is still a single mother who takes care of three kids who have fathers that don't care about them. We all have different fathers. My brother that is four years younger than me has never met his dad. My brother that is eight years younger than me has a father that visits him weekly, but he has to. If he doesn't, he goes to jail. But throughout a ll this, I love how my life turned out. I'm grateful for the people who do give a shit about me. I've got three amazing families, two of which I'm not related to at all. My Marching Band/ Color Guard family of over 150, and my Stages family of over 45 (They're part of the acting camp I did this summer). And I wouldn't change any of it. As you can see, I might be slightly bipolar. :P If you read through my rant, it means a lot to me. I might add to it later. You can go ahead and PM me about how I shouldn't post stuff like this, but should already know that I don't give a shit about what you think unless it's positive or is constructive. None of that "You need help" shit, please. I might as well mark FanFiction.Net my family for putting up with all my shit. Thanks guys. You mean a lot to me.
SAVE ME! (Outsiders) :
This story is done! And will not have a follow up or another chapter! Thank you to everybody for Follows and Favorites! You're the best!!!
A BLIND MEETING (Rise of the Guardians)
This one-shot is complete! And I love the way it turned out!
I might just be doing one-shots from now on. I've been geting too busy and I don't want to disappoint anybody if I do a chapter story and don't update it.
Ok so that's me for you!
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