I am a girl. I am fifteen. I came here to write As Told By Ginger fanfiction because I am kind of rubbish and unable to write anything else. No, seriously, I'm actually a good writer, 'cept I have no ideas at all. Not surprising, really. Most white, middle-class British teenagers live the most boring lives unless they're out smoking, drinking and raising hell. Actually, I am a little bit drunk at the moment. I am probably going to wake up tomorrow morning and wonder why I made an account at FanFiction.com. Anyway, my point is, when you lead a boring, routine-driven life, it's not that easy to just whip up a brilliant piece of creative writing on the spot. In fact, I've had writer's block since I was twelve. As a kid I used to sit at my old computer and write endless stories that never got finished because I didn't think they were any good. Actually, I tell a lie. I did finish a series of tales about a girl called Letty with a very large fringe who ran a pawn shop behind the bike sheds with her fat friend, Ailsa. Ailsa was based on my real life friend who was also fat and also called Ailsa.

Not that you caaaare. You're just here for the fics.