I'm a high school student who spends most of my time sitting in stairwell with a bunch of people, witing fics. I'd like to thank a handfull of people who have helped me along my writing career. First I'd like to thank Vash, (Attend school! I'm so bored without you!) she's the other half of my writing talent. Her fanfiction.net account is Shinyvash... I think. I's like to thank Nicole b., (I swear to god I only did it because I was bored, YOU CAN'T PROVE ANYTHING!) she occasionally writes with me as well as driving me home after extrenuous amounts of DDR. Kitty, my favourite guy in the world (I'm so sad you left school! T_T now who's going to write for Tasuki?!) who aside for being supportive and proof reading my stuff introduces me to random hot girls as "hi, this is your christmas present." *shoves me into their arms.* To Arty Nicole who lets me bitch at her about my problems (If you don't think about it mabey it can't hurt you). And finally to Ed, (Stupid sexy bitch!) and Kelly (I havn't seen you in, like, forever... Excuse the accidental preppy slip) Who wander around the mall with me in a daze and are always up for a good time. To Chizm (You are now my manslave, regardless of my sexual orientation, AHA, so whipped!) who feeds me on week days because I have a tendancy not to eat. To Mali (I heart you!) who is the strength that makes me cry. And Finally, to Claire Cameille, who will never read this because, at the moment, she refuses to have anything to do with me. She was everything I shouldn't have fallen for; right-wing christian activist straight girl. She lets her hatred engulf her vision while I let my selfishness blind me. She will never truly know what she has given to me and what she has taken away. She is my true muse, inspiring me with scenarios of pain, blood and love all mixed in one. But then again, what is love but the sloest suicide? She eill never know how much I love her, because only the truest love can turn to the most bitter hatred.