Author has written 3 stories for Harry Potter, and Naruto.
I'm Malou, I'm seventeen years old and I live in Amsterdam, the Netherlands. My family is from Suriname, South America.
My favorite pastimes are listening to music, reading, playing games on the computer.
Music: Hip-hop, RnB, Rap, Soul.
Artists: Michael Jackson (R.I.P. I want to cry, I'm so sad), Aaliyah, Otis Redding, my cousin Cimo.
Reading: Fiction, Magic, sad stories.
Books: Harry Potter by J.K. Rowling, Achtste Groepers Huilen Niet by Jacques Vriens (only book that's ever made me cry).
Movies: Romeo Must Die, A Goofy Movie, Thirteen Ghosts, Eurotrip.
Favorite genres: Comedy, Romantic Comedy, Horror, Action Comedy
My first story is currently on hiatus, I don't know if I'll ever start it up again, so read it at your own risk.
My newest stories: Necklaces that are Timeturners. Also a timetravel story. This one is also on hiatus.
Not so Different. I thought of that in only half an hour, so it's really short, about a hundred words or so. But it wasn't ever meant to be any bigger (It's a drabble!).
My sister as I was blocking her way: 'Move out of my life!'
My sister, while playing Scrabble: 'Is 'Hmph' a word?'
Me, while playing Scrabble: 'Six plus three equals eight, no seven!'
One of my brother's friends: 'Let me put it this way: I don't think about tomorrow, but I do think about the day after tomorrow.'
From one of the stories floating about in my head:
“Miss Granger,” he started, his voice slightly louder because he couldn’t see the girl, “I know that my eyes are green, Miss Granger...” he trailed of moving his head to the left and to the right. And he watched his own bly head move to the left and to the right, because that bled mirror was so bling big
May I rant for a moment, please?
A long while ago a friend of my mother asked if she could borrow one of my books. So I lend her Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban in Dutch, so she could practise Before I got this volume back, however, Deathly Hallows had come out, and she really wanted to read that one, too. So I lend her that one (after my sister and I had finished it, of course), as well. Well, she's kind of a vague woman who spend almost all money she earns on weed, while she relies on charity to feed her daughter. So when I finally got both books back, there were ashes stuck between the pages. There was even a joint bud (is that how you say that) stuck in Deathly Hallows! And all she did was make excuses when my mother confronted her on it. I'm never lending out my books, again!