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ARGELFRASTER!!!

--hiss--

Me: oops. *shrugs* Oh well! --skips off--

HELLO PEOPLES!!!! THAT WAS AN ALLUSION! Although I can't say that the thing I made a reference too is exactly well known....oh well.

Yes, I do realize that that was incredibly random. No I am not (technically) insane....

ANYWAY, It's late, and it's saturday, and I'm really bored...so I decided to write some authors notes. I wrote the actual first chapter/prolouge thingy like 5 days ago, but I didn't write the authors notes, so here I am randomly typing. (I'm pretty random, If you can't tell....)

SITUATION THAT WILL CLEAR UP EVERYTHING:

My computer blocks the fanfiction login page.

--GASP!!--

It doesn't block anything on fanfiction except for the login page, actually.

Ironic, isn't it?

So, therefore, I wont be able to update as often, seeing as how I cannot actually log into my account.

My Best Friend (who I have telepathy with--A.K.A Twilight Dork) Is going to post all my chapters for me! (YAY!)

So, yah. But I can still read comments without logging in.

Oh, and I don't know what a beta is.....

AHHH!!!

*gets into fighting position, ready to attack the CIA agent*

Me: oops...its just a scare crow....hehehehe *goes into blonde mode* Wait--I thought scarecrows weren't real?!? --looks around frantically-- B-but...

(No offense to blondes....I am one...I just use it to my advantage...[ I always say that if I had to be a type of stereotypical blonde, I would be the idiot one secretly plotting world domination..])

Ok, so incase you hadn't noticed, I'm extremely paranoid. Like, The-CIA-is-stalking-me paranoid. (this will come out in the story...MWA-AH-AH-AH!!!)

Ok, so this authors note is really long and has almost absolutely nothing to do with the actuall story, so I'm going to end it here. Hope I didn't bore you out of your mind.

NOW READ!!!!:

Chapter 1: Awakening

I was awoken by the soft sound of waves crashing onto the shore. All around me was pitch black, and I could hardly see a thing except for the huge white moon hanging in the sky.

I shivered as a slight breeze sent tendrils of golden hair whipping across my face. I sat up in what felt like sand and wrapped my arms around my knees, barely moving until my eyes adjusted to the darkness, allowing me to see.

I realized that I was on a beach, one that; I realized as I turned my head left and right; stretched on for as far as I could see. My feet suddenly felt like ice, and looked down to notice that the surf had risen and was now covering my bare toes. Thats strange, I thought, why am I not wearing any shoes? I stood up only to realize that I was wearing nothing but a frilly, lacey, calf length powder blue silk ball gown. I felt my cheeks heat up and immediately ducked my head, until I remembered that I was alone on this deserted neverending beach.

Feeling silly, I came to the conclusion that I was probably at a dance and had decided to go for a walk along the beach. But, I didn't recognize anything! I brushed this thought away and started walking down the beach, reveling in the feeling of the sand in my toes.

A couple minutes later I realized that I had unconciously been humming an unfamiliar tune, that, by the sound of it, was a lullaby. I laughed out loud, wondering where in the world I had learned a lullaby. I immediatly felt like an idiot, here I was on an unfamiliar beach, wearing unfamiliar clothes, humming an unfamiliar song, a lullaby at that, yet I wasn't feeling panicked, and I wasn't doing anything to help my strange situation. I MUST be going insane. I wasn't an eight year old, I was--the thought stopped cold.

I couldn't remember how old I was.

A cold, sinking feeling settled in my stomach. It suddenly dawned on me that I couldn't remember anything about myself.

I didn't know my name, I didn't know my age, I didn't know where I was, and I didn't even know what year it was.

I didn't know if I had a job, who I worked for, what country I lived in. I didn't know my parents' name's, where I grew up, I had no childhood memories. I didn't know where I lived, If I had a boyfriend, if I owned a house or an appartment.

I was a person without an identity.

And if the tugging at the back of my mind, and the wave of apprehension I felt wash over me were correct, I hadn't gotten amnesia picking daisies.

DUN DUN DUN! Yes, I realize that that was short, but I had to introduce you to the story. I will update when I can. Please review! I don't really care if you just say 'nice' or if you go into a random rant about the new curtains you just got. Beggars can't be choosers. *CONTEST* anyone who can figure out what book/series I made a reference too, will get a reference in my story/authors note in a really random/creative way.

--Looks up at you with big, blonde, adorable pouty eyes-- Please review?

.....Why do I have he feeling that the authors note was longer than the actual chapter?

Sincerely,

sweeteangel1