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Author has written 29 stories for 39 Clues.
Name: Dani ;)
Favorite couples: Ian/Amy, Hamilton/Ian, Zuko/Katara, Draco/Hermione, Draco/Harry, Calla/Ren, Sadie/Anubis, Billystorm/Leafstar, Blaise/Ginny, Finnick/Annie, Fang/Iggy, Fang/Max, and Masamune/Yukimura and Roy/Ed! :) As for bands, I'm ashamed to admit I ship Ryden, Jalex, and Frerard. :3
About me: I love to read write and draw! I've always wanted to be a writer and I absolutely die-hard ship pretty much everything on that above list! X3 Also, I am OBSESSED with Adam Lambert and My Chemical Romance. KILLJOY FOR LIFE! And recently I have gotten into Fullmetal Alchemist (and a ton of anime)!! :D
Current profile picture: FRANKIE IERO FROM MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE!! Seriously, though, if you don't listen to there music, you should. It changes lives. I know it changed mine.
My Favorite Bands and Singers:
My Chemical Romance
All Time Low
Panic! At the Disco
Big Time Rush (different from my other interests but there's just something about them...)
The Academy Is...
Amy Goes to England Pictures!!
Okay, to be honest, this looks nothing like it. If any of you have been to Halloween Adventure during halloween, and have seen their assortment of sparkly paper mache gold masks, that's what I'm talking about. Sadly, I couldn't find one online.
As for Genni's hat, use your imagination.
(Just copy and paste this one into the search bar. The dress is the second one down, not the one you first see.) Natalie's dress!
If you support Ian and Amy paste the following on your profile:
Ian Kabra was trapped.
Then he heard it, like a phantom whisper:
"Ian, I'm going to get you."
Amy's voice was loud, surrounding him.
"Ian, I'm at your parents room."
Ian tried to call out, to repent, to say he was sorry, and that he loved her, but his voice wouldn't work.
"Ian, they're dead."
No. Not again. The same nightmare, every night since Pukhansan.
"Ian, I'm at the stairs now."
Ian wanted to scream, to run away, to escape this madhouse. But it was like he was welded in place.
"Ian, I'm at your sister's room."
Why, why did he do it? He liked her, no, he loved her.
"Ian, she's dead."
He knew. He knew this dream. He knew who was next.
"Ian, why'd you do it?"
He tried, once again, to tell her why his parents made him, but still no words came out.
"Ian, did you care?"
"Yes!" he wanted to cry out, but still no sound came
"Ian, I'm going to get you."
"No," he thought. "Not again"
"Ian, I'm here."
There she was. Amy Cahill, her skin pale, her herself dead, and wielding a knife.
A sharp pain arose in Ian's chest.
Ian woke up in a cold sweat.
Only a dream. It was only a dream. He looked at the clock.
6:42 am. Still time, still time to repent. The time was now. Right now.
He picked up the phone and dialed as quickly as his shaking fingers would allow. A soft voice stuttered on the other end. "H-hello?" it said. Ian took a long breath, and said:
"I'm sorry, love"