Hello! We are a group of obsessive fanfiction.net readers that have finally gotten the guts to create an account together! We all have the weirdest nicknames (based on inside jokes), and we will be writing alternating chapters for the stories we write! We will probably write the first and last chapters together, and move on from there! To clear you all of any confusion, here's an explination of our pen names! CatHead (or Sam) is my name because Spunky and I were on a very long, very boring drive home from the Renaissance Festival a very long way away, and we drew pictures of each other. I drew a picture of Spunky with my eyes closed, and she drew a picture of a stick figure with a cat's head. I was very insulted, but it stuck... Lex (or Rebecca) is my name for one very simple reason, I LOVE SMALLVILLE and the arch nemisis's name is Lex Luthur...don't ask why I chose to be named after the evil guy! Though I have to admit he is pretty good looking for a bald guy. (Not as hot as Clark Kent.) WAH-HOO, GO SMALLVILLE! Spunky (or Julia) is my name because I was writing an incredibly fluffy Lily/James story and was getting very tired of the usual, cliche, boring "LilyBilly and Jamsie" for those gushy nicknames for when they try to act romantic...so I created my own! Lily ended up being Chicken Little because of her red hair, which started out as Red Hen, which made its way to being Chicken Little! James became Spunky for his hair as well. It started out being Spikey, but Spikey took on a mind of its own and transformed into Spunky! I suppose I could've made my nickname be Chicken Little, but it's sounds very lame, in my opinion...,

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Alright, since we (I, Spunky being the one who has
typed all of this so far, so I speak for the three of
us) are using three different computers most of the
time, so the others might not update their parts of
this profile page until later, but you'll just have to
wait and see what they're like until they start
typing!

Okay, for starters, I also have another account, which
is at http://www.fanfiction.net/u/733650/ , and my pen
name is soft N' fluffy (not for a perverted reason,
but because I suffer in a world where fluffiness has
infiltrated my brain...making it be the majority of
what I write).

Because I have never really gathered the guts to tell
them myself, here's a description of what I think of
my two friends on this account, maybe they'll read
them so I won't have to tell it to their faces
hinthintwinkwink!

CatHead ALWAYS has something to say. She probably has
an IQ of 1,000, but fools people by yelling very
loudly. She never keeps anything inside her head and
always speaks her mind, which always makes her a fun
person to talk to when no one else would say anything.
She can come up with something funny to say at the
drop of a hat, and she is the only person I know
(besides myself) that will not scream the instant she
sees a spider. She read the fifth Harry Potter book in
one day, which makes me think that she didn't read it
at all and has psychic powers to already know what's
going to happen. She has the awesomest earrings I have
ever seen, and she should watch out for me, incase I
loose control of my brain and steal them. She is the
coolest only-child I know, therefore, she feels the
same pain I do when stuck at a dinner party made up of
people over the age of thirty-four. I might also add
that she is very lucky to be going to boarding school
in another state, and I hope that she will email me as
often as she can when she is not too busy negotiating
with the teachers that she should be in a higher grade
(which we already know she should).

Lex will someday be discovered as the first genius to
come from out hometown. She is smarter then ten
Hermione's combined, and has read twenty times more
books. She has never said a single mean, rude,
impolite, or even just plain foul thing to say as long
as I have known her. She walks faster then anyone I
know, and will have thighs of steel by the time she is
eighteen (which, by the way, IS a complement). She is
the only person in the WORLD that shares and
understands my fear of being totally and completely
alone for the rest of eternity, which makes me know
that that will (hopefully!) never happen! I already
know that I'd trust her with anything, and I look up
to her with everything I've got. She has the maturity
of Dumbledore, but I know that, if she ever even came
close to meeting his fate, I would throw myself in
front of the bullet for her. She has the best French
pronunciation I have heard (my access to the French
world is limited), and she will fool everyone one in
every French speaking countries when they hear her on
the radio or see her on television. She can ALREADY
play the violin better then Yo Yo Ma his cello, which
makes me wonder if it's even possible for her to get
any better then she already is! I admire her
dedication for the things she loves; she has a spirit
that I could only ever dream of. She is the one that
kept me going when I was scared to keep leading during
the night hike, and I hope that I can be as brave as
she is someday. I hope that, when she graduates from
Thomas Jefferson Science High School and begins
climbing the last stairs to success before beginning
her career, I can only beg that she make me an
individual on her list of "Thanking the Little People
For Making Me What I Am Today" and will let me sit in
her cushy swivel chairs when she takes her seat at the
Oval Office (or wherever she intends to spend the
highlights of her work).

I have no doubt that, had we gotten our Hogwarts
letters when we were supposed to, my friends would be
popular, brainy Gryffindor, and I would be admiring
them from afar at the Hufflepuff table. Someday,
they'll be creating cures for Breast Cancer, saving
lives on a daily basis, bringing ideas to the world
that no one would ever think of, spreading deep
thoughts tot hose who do not have the mind to create
them, and making intellect something that everyone in
the world has (even though they will rock the world
with their intellectual thinking). They are completely
different from each other and myself, but each day we
spend together, I try to make myself be as nice,
smart, and funny as they are so that maybe, someday, I
could be as well liked as they are. They are two of my
closest friends, and I hope that you like their
writing, because I know for a fact that their chapters
will get ten times the amount of review that mine
will!

Who would have guessed that I had such a large
vocabulary! I think I MIGHT HAVE spelled intellectual
right! That's a first!

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