Bonjour. Hello. Moahaha. Poogala Boogala.

Name: flying-ford-angela (how could you have non noticed that??) lol
Thats all u need to no.

shippies: anything except femmeslash or slash. I dont like Crabbe or Goyl stories, or romances with one person like.. 40 years old, and one 15. Other than that, anything.

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For the amusement of anyone who looks me up, heres a short story. Ill write more when I feel like it.

Lanya cringed, and broke out in tears. She was sitting on the water tower, alone, cold, helpless. This was going to be the end. She had nothing anymore.
"Goodbye world!" She cried, and ran forward, only to be caught by a pair of strong arms.
Trevor expected to hear her cry, "Thank you, I didnt know what I was doing..." But instead she smacked him in the face, and screeched,
"Why did you do that? I want to die, I WANT TO DIE!"