There are some things in life that should NEVER EVER be attempted. Skydiving should be left to
people who have a death wish. Lawyers should be left to people with guns. And fanfic writing should
never ever be placed in the hands of an overly excited, extremely caffinated twelve year old. Because,
as we all know, things are BOUND to go wrong…
Ah, yes, just another day in the life of your basic average fangirl. After waking up at 2 in the afternoon
after a late evening of bad slash writing and looking up almost-smut pictures of Daniel Radcliffe in his
knickers, she is ready for another day of obsession. But what to obsess over first? Well, she could go
on and post some more of her absolutely awful slash story of everyone's favorite sexii elf and his slighty
homosexual tendency to lust after Aragorn… or she could go RP or do a cosplay again. Yes, that was
really fun. Or she could start a new story. Hmm…maybe this story wouldn't be about a Sue, for once.
Maybe this time, she would go OC. Yes, that sounded like excellent fun! Because it wasn't as if she
had cruelly altered the world of cannon enough with her absolutely abysmal tale of Galadriel and
Remus' daughter Hermione. Nope, that just wasn't evil enough. And besides, she had gotten all of
those horrid flames about how horrible all of her shippings were and how she deserved to die and burn
in hell, ect, ect. So cruel, so mean. So not cute. And if it wasn't bad enough, they hadn't appreciated
her excellent Sirius/serious jokes. Seriously (just had to throw that one in there) you had to give her
some sort of creative credit. What preteen would think to throw in Hellogoodbye lyrics for the sole
purpose of the phrase "serious as a heart attack"? And it had worked out great with Hermione, aka
"Mia" traveling back in time and meeting Sirius and falling head over heels in love with him, all because
he heard her singing. Those people who wrote those Snape/Hermione fics were so perverted. Didn't
they know that Mia was meant to be Sirius' sole mate? And then those stupid people (including the
author) who were just so bound and determined to pair Ron with Hermione. Darn them all. Who cared
about Ron? Or even Harry for that matter? The only ship that remotely made sense to her beside her
own was the Draco/Hagrid ship. Now that was a match made in Heaven.
Yes, she, Peggie the OC fangirl would make them pay. They would rue the day they ever flamed her
fic. At this, she began to laugh evilly (or as evilly as a girl who shops at Claire's can possibly manage).