I have had some trouble with my origonal account, so Delana Hisuex and I are the same person.

(If ANYONE went to NCYC and reads this, defiantly IM me! Shout out to you! ~ I was one of the original MOOSE:) NOW, 20,000 people went to this, so I hope that person is u! ~ hehe, scary, aren’t I? Sorry~)

As you could probably tell, my name obviously is not Delana Hisuex'ssister. You, my fabulous reader, shall know me as Ally.

If anyone wants to im me with questions about my stories, they can, at my email, HarryFrkPotter@aol.com :-P) or at my screen name, HarryFrkPotter

Skip this part if you want; I kinda go a little crazy, Sorry:)

(Just so that no one can say that I plagiarized, I got the first line from Harry Potter, and the second from Eragon. :)

I had a spurt of inspiration the other day, and came up with this piece of gem-like wisdom:

Fear of a Name only increases the Fear of the Thing itself.

Yet, without Fear, there cannot be Courage.

Without Courage, there cannot be Heroes.

Without Heroes, there cannot be Legends.

Without Legends, there cannot be Stories.

Without Stories, there cannot be Great Books, such as Harry Potter, or Eragon

So, without Fear, We, readers and writers, would be sunk; no Great Stories would entertain us daily.

In fact, even now, stories in general are becoming predictable;

A dauntingly beautiful maiden gets herself into some sort of haunting troubles; but fear not! For the Dashing young man is going to save her, and they will both live happily ever after.

Now, if you ask me, that gets a tad boring after a while. That is what is so great about fanfiction, in my opinion. This never happens; new writers, testing out their pens and fixing each other's work. Writing and reading.

(cough, cough)

I'm sorry. just got yelled at for going of on a scary tangent, like an old gizer, who is over enthusiastic about their subject; and every one laughs at.

MY Bad.

Now, about me, yes. Well, if you are expecting some tragic life story, you will not find it here, just to be brutally honest. I don’t live in a farm house, that is not me. I don’t have some relative who is dieing, that is not me either.

I am 16.

I have no boyfriend, (Yes, I am a girl, to all you male perverts out there) but do have a major crush.

um...

I am in the tenth grade, and love to write.

Reading and Running are also big parts of my life.

I am new to FanFiction, and am in the process of writing and entering my stories (give me some time, people!)

Fav. books; Harry Potter(all the way!),Eragon, Eldest, and any Tamora Pierce books I can lay my hands on, really.

Instrument? well, I can play the Piano, but like to sing more.

Fav. music? don’t kill me people, but, as I really don’t care, don’t have any, though Taylor Swift is pretty good.

I have one dog, Bianco (yes, white in Italian) a little West Highland Terror. (Nope, not a typo, he barks at leaves, for crying out loud!)

Two goldfish (won from the carnival THREE years ago) that Bianco likes to terrorize

I hate Spanish, and, much to my disapproval, have to take it again next year (this is where u cry in sympathy)

I am the eldest in my family, including cousins

My spelling SUCKS, so please hold out with me, people, if I don’t get my spell check fixed

I hate Spanish, Spinach, and spelling, so you could say i have an out for -s- words.

Thanks to all the Amazing people who actually read this blog. I know that i am not the best at it, but i will try to get better, Honest!

That was my best try at being a teacher's pet, mum and dad's best little girl act. Good?

Well, don't get used to it.

I look forward to embarrassing poor little Ginny Weaselly, call me Evil, I know.

Toodles! ~Ally~

Girls
are like
apples on trees.
The best ones are
at the top of the tree.The
boys dont want to reach
for the good ones because they
are afraid of falling and getting hurt.
Instead, they just get the rotten apples
from the ground that aren't as good,
but easy. So the apples at the top think
something is wrong with them, when in
reality, they're amazing. They just
have to wait for the right boy to
come along, the one who's
brave enough to
climb all
the way
to the top
of the tree

(That was by Fariy Lights, from FictionPress. Check out the story.)