Author has written 1 story for Misc. Books. Hi my name is Liz Ryder. Well, not really, but I like Liz Ryder way much better then my actuall name so that is what I'll go by on this. My hobbies are Writing, Reading, and playing video games. I suppose that playing video games is a real 'hobby' of mine, sure I enjoy playing them but mostly I don't want to seem like a total loser that sits in front of her computer writing bout fictional people all day long. Even though I totally am. Anyways, I'm a High School Sophomore, with very limited experince in writing Fanfiction. I read it constantly but I haven't really written any since I started writing about five years ago. I prefer to write my own stuff, but I figured that writing a bit of fanfiction might help me improve my writing skills. Or if anyone who reads it hates it enough, help me figure out that writing isn't the only thing enjoy doing (it is, sadly) and that I should move on with my life. But moving on (I do get sidetracked a lot so if that bothers anyone then you may not want to read my stuff), I am on my schools Yearbook and Newspaper staff. I'm also a member of the Marching Band (Go Clarinets!) and the local YPI- look it up- and soon to be part of the backstage crew in the schools Musical! See, I'm not a total loser, I do things! Sadly, I am severly lacking in the friends department. I am not as cool and funny as I hope to appear to whoever the hell you are, instead, in real life I am known as the schools resident 'smart' kid. Even though I got C's all through middle school and just started getting straight A's last year they still call me that. Anyway, I have two friends, lets call them Darla amd Chrissy (Not their real names at all). Darla is a boy-crazed idiot who ditched me for the first male that comes along and Chrissy is a stalker that has a mom who hates my guts and I'm ninty percent sure she is going to end up in jail someday for stalking. She scares me. A lot. But that isn't the point of this bio, which I should probably wrap up soom because my mom is going to yell at me for forgeting to d something that I can't remember in a few minutes. Or for not checking my little sisters math homework yet which is a pain because I end up doing it for her (Its times like those that I really regret being in advanced math) Later I shall add a few more things (Favorite shows, books, movies, and other things) onto this but for now, I'm done. Have a Peachy day. Peachy= Best Word Ever. |
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