A/N: This happens to be my first (semi) fan fiction. So if it's pretty bad… well, you know…
You wake up, pale light shining onto your face and your alarm clock chiming, signaling it is the start of a new day.
Oh brother.
As you get out of your bed, you notice something circled in a candy red marker on my calendar. April 24th. It's your 13th birthday today, and that's pretty exciting. I guess. But, who are you?
== Enter Name.
Gaylord Buttface.
Try again.
Jean Hunter
Ding! You got it!
Your name is JEAN. As was previously mentioned, it is your BIRTHDAY. You have a variety of INTRESTS. You have a passion for KNITTING AND SEWING VARIOUS ITEMS. You enjoy COLLECTING TRINKETS, though most of it ends up SCFATTERED AROUNF YOUR ALREADY MESSY ROOM. When not doing these… things, you enjoy PLAYING GAMES WITH YOUR FRIENDS.
What will you do?
Jean: Check what your pals are doing.
They probably don't want to be bothered.
Jean: Look out window.
It's such a fine morning! You can't wait to get outside!
Jean: equip coat.
It's not that cold out, you'll be fine.
As you step outside, you look at the mail box. There seems to be a package, addressed with your name on it.
Jean: Retrieve package.
A/N: Well? How was it? Don't be afraid to review it! I'm always open for feedback! :)