I'm female, 15, strongly opinioned and a good liar. I'm a sophomore in highschool, in the US, though I wish I was in England. And not just for the steamy British actors. I've been to the UK and hope to go back. Yay! America is getting a little... uptight...these days (not to mention homicidal), but being 3 years away from voting age, all I can really do is yell at people to clear out the cobwebs and actually think, for once. Frustrating.

As you may notice, I have no stories. This is because I'm part of a foursome (no, not like that) who exude our magnificence into fanfiction form as a group.

I'm sarcastic, bitter, intelligent, independent, almost completely flat-chested and have no interest whatsoever in dating: I am the average guy's nightmare. This isn't something you particularly need to know, but it might help explain some of the violence towards men in our fic.

I only read Harry Potter fanfiction, D/G, Lily/James, and the occasional Harry/somebody or Ron/everybody. Harry/Draco stories I can't read, because they break my heart. Two gorgeous guys who just got even more unattainable (which is really a difficult thing, seeing as they're already non-existant).

Three cheers for Jesus Christ, the Beatles, and Jack and Ezra can rot in Australia.

So there.