“This is the golden age of something good and right and real.”

— State of Grace, Taylor Swift.

I’m a teenage girl who loves writing, reading and peanut butter. Some things that I hate are pumpkin, sourdough and hot weather, which I get a lot, where I’m from. I’m of a medium height, and I have straight black hair and no glasses. I could probably bore you with another few million things, but I won’t say much more. I’m a massive fan of the Hunger Games, but I read stories from the Harry Potter and Trixie Belden fandom as well. I also like Divergent, The Perks of Being a Wallflower and the Legend trilogy. I’m always up for a chat, so don’t be afraid to PM me if you’re just really bored. :)

If you would like me to read/review your story, PM me! I will get around to it eventually.

Currently on hiatus. I've been caught up in life recently, and I haven't had any spare time at all. All my stories have been put on hold as well, and I most likely will not have the time to review. My USB has also recently deleted everything by itself, and I haven't been able to retrieve the data, so all my story outlines and chapters have been deleted. I'm hoping to get back to writing soon.

I ship Clarvel and Gadge hardcore.

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I NEVER KNEW

Glimmer paces around the room, looking me. "You're right, Kat. Clove, you need a boyfriend."

"No I don't." I stubbornly cross my arms. "I don't have time for one, anyway."

Glimmer snickers. "And that, in Clove-language, means that all her choices are dead-end."

I love Clarvel, so naturally, my first story here is a Clarvel fiction. Clove Sevina is someone who hateshateshates drama, just about as much as she hates Marvel Brown. But of course, fate has a funny way of turning our life around when we don’t even notice. Includes: matchmaking best friends, truth or dare and a very flirty Finnick. It’s a modern day AU.

DISCONTINUED FOR NOW :(

DROP EVERYTHING NOW:

"No, it's my fault," he says. As if on a second thought, he adds, "Marvel." He sticks his hand out and helps her up. She rises, a slow flush on her cheeks. He hands her a folder and she has the grace to colour again.

The lesser part of her mind tells her to be annoyed. He helped her, and gosh damn it, Clove Sevina definitely does not need anyone's help. She's read and seen enough about those weak girls who have a Superman by their sides. She doesn't need a freaking Superman, she has herself and that's all she'll ever need.

"Thanks," she smiles instead. "I'm Clove. Clove Sevina."

This is a fic based off the chorus of Sparks Fly, by Taylor Swift. Oh, and Clarvel again. They are just so adorable. Period. I'm personally really proud of this story, so I would absolutely love it if you could read and review it?