I am the angel of all angels, the one you turn to, the one you always call. I am Angel Sprite, a little invisible fairy, ready to grant whatever wish you please. And I suppose that, in your minds, you are thinking "yeah right" or "whatever", which is exactly what anyone should think when they read this little message. So, in that case, this means I have just described myself as "unreal". My persona or character as Angel Sprite is nonexistant. In reality, I am a 14-year-old High School freshman, ready to face the world and its new challenges. This is my newest challenge yet. I shall practice my writing skills through this website. And, hopefully, I will improve with every step I take. Do not be fretted, my friends, for I am just as normal as you are. And I hope my beginning message did not alarm you in any way. I shall end this now...this little note, I mean. So, therefore, I bid you farewell...

Hee, hee...more later

Geez, what a wannabe I've become. I don't talk like this, really. Anyway, I'm still wondering how I want "Journey to Oblivion" to go. It's basically a T/M fic, if you don't know already.
Oh, and I've posted a new ficcy called "Between Friends", but the first part kinda sucks and I'll try not to be as boring in Part 2.

Okay, my opening bio sucked. So ignore that. Anyway, THIS is the *real* one...

I am a fourteen year old Freshman student attending *Anonymous High* down on *Anonymous island* on the Pacific Ocean. (Pretty cool, eh?)
I have short dark hair (which USED to be long, but I foolishly chopped it off) and dark brown eyes. I am a bit tall for my age. (5'5" or 5'6")
People mistake me for sixteen or seventeen sometimes. And if *ever* I wear make-up and the *right* kinda clothing I might just pass for an eighteen or nineteen-year-old.
*BUT, unfortunately to the island boy's disliking, I HATE wearing make-up and slutty clothes. (Those perverts) It's just not my thing.
Moving on...
My father (who still considers me as his "baby") calls me simple, because that's what I am. If ever we go to a big gala or something, I *simply* slap on some *simple-looking* outfit and sloppily tie my hair up.
My cousin disapproves of my behavior. She says I should act like a real woman. Hmph. Shows what SHE knows.
Anyhoo, that's my bio. More later.

Whoa. Two years. Two years have gone by since I've last updated this thang. Incredible. I've gone through so many changes and phases, it's amazing I'm still alive.

My changes so far:

-two years older and wiser. Soon to be 16.

-definitely a big change in attitude (a good change).

-big change in style. no longer simple and plain. got my ears pierced for the fourth time. being really spontaneous now. soon to get my belly button pierced.

-bein somewhat more of a lady.

-still attending *Anonymous High* down on *Anonymous island* on the Pacific Ocean.

-hair grew out a bit. it's a lot better lookin now. my friends envy it cuz i keep it so healthy.

-not all guys are perverts.

Possible Updates:

~Between Friends =Chapter 2: Marron,the Wonderful

~Journey to Oblivion =complete revision.

l8er...