Name: Holly B.
Age: 15
Terms of endearment: Hollyster, Holla Back, Holly Bee, Holly Beano, Holly Jolly Christmas, Chili, Ho, Hol, Butt Ache, Kolly, Cauliflower, etc. Yes--I am loved.

Hola

Well, I was never good at this type of thing, but here goes.

-Writing helps keep me sane. It organizes the chaos within. The agony becomes bearable and serenity is granted when I write incessantly for days and days on end. Words are my friends.

-Social skills? I lost them four years ago. Excuse me if I say silly things. I honestly can't help it, I swear. I don't think I've let anyone into my heart for four years now, not since Kellie betrayed me. I'm too scared to. It's killing me inside, but then again, I have that art called writing at my disposal, helping me reconstruct my neural passageways into beautifully intricate designs.

-I like speaking eloquently. I will seriously ponder one sentence for twenty minutes or more until it is perfect. I shouldn't be prideful of this, but it seems like the only gift I have.

Works in Progress

I am writing a Jimmy Neutron fanfiction currently, called As Fate Would Have It. Don't judge a story by its title; I promise you it is not J/C. Well, not totally... XP