HEYYY SWEET BABY JAMES!
SO basically, I'm in Maine right now (Anybody who remembers that from a long time ago, I love you), and I have a LOT of spare time to write.
If you are new to me, here is a basic explanation of me and my weird self and I:
My name is Nellie, my username is crackerduck (May change to nelldiepie or crackedfloorboards later, 'cause those my tumblrs) I'm from North Carolina, My permanent home is in Texas, but I currently reside in Maine. This is just one of my fandoms, you can see my others on my profile.
All of my other stories have a basic outline, but this is just me spouting whatever, so enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE PERFECTION THAT IS GRAVITY FALLS. I DON'T KNOW WHY I HAVE TO PUT THIS, CONSIDERING THAT THIS WEBSITE IS FANFICTION, SO ITS MADE BY FANS. OBVIOUSLY YOU WOULDN'T BE WRITING FANFICTION IF YOU OWNED IT, THAT'S KIND OF WHY YOU OWN IT BUT, WHATEVER, IT'S UP TO YOU.
I'm not going to do this.
I'm not going to make this that cliché piece of crap, where the main character is stomping mad about moving and can't take it and hates their parents.
*GASP* But look! There's a really nice girl and her super cute brother that I totes have a crush on! And I have a beautiful room full of everything a girl could want, a dream wardrobe, and I'm absolutely perfect!
No. Just, no.
And I'm not going to say that I'm not like any other girls. Too many girls say that. "I'm a 13-year-old girl who plays piano and clarinet, and loves anime, cartoons, and a few live-action British shows. I'm learning a few languages. I have dull brown eyes, and thick, ugly dark brown hair. I'm not like anyone else in the world. I'm an amazing writer, artist, anti-social, and I'm a diamond in the rough. "
If anyone in the world at all has at least ONE of those qualities, I am not one of a kind. But I am still me, so I guess I'll have to deal with it.
I was an only 3 when my parents got divorced. I don't think I can even remember back that far, but I do remember short weeks with Dad. As a kid, I loved my time with him. It was one week twice a year that I could visit him. But, as the years went by, I started to dread them, and I would spent our week together cooped up in my room and not spending time with him.
Then It happened, and now I'm forced to live with Dad against my will in Gravity Falls, Oregon.
Mom and I only live a few miles North in Mt. Hood, so I'm not angry that I'll *Mary-Sue voice* NEVER SEE MY FRIENDS AGAIN!
Dr. Korbana and Dr. Sharlek, my therapists, said that since It caused a lot of stress, which didn't help with my anger issues or anxiety, I should keep a journal to relieve that stress build up.
Don't worry, I'm not using that "Dear Diary," crap. I'm using Chapters, like in a book, and this is my prologue.
Mom was a writer.
No, Brain. Not was. Is. She still IS.
So, yeah...
Welcome to my book.
My Totally Not Cliché Book On Life