So there may be some curious people wondering how much real me is like Lindsay.
I do have brownish hair…well, like brown or blonde or some sort of mixture of those. Brown was just simpler. I do have hazel eyes. I made her a little smaller than me, because I personally think Astrid can't be more 120-something pounds were she real, and I wanted to emphasize that Lindsay would be beaten to a pulp if they fought. She is also a little older.
I do suck at P.E., and I do fail at the flexed arm hang. I do take accelerated classes, though I really doubt I will be salutatorian. I do observe people as basis for characters. My notebook is ever present. My birthday is early for my grade. I am very sarcastic. My favorite subjects are history and English, and I do despise math. I am a clean freak. My musical tastes and books I like are as described; and Firework and Enchanted cameo in here because I love them. I am NOT technologically advanced. I am awesome at badminton. I am very klutzy. I am a die-hard conservationist. I am very ticklish. My family, home and pets are as described. I am loud and laugh a lot with my friends. I love Valentine's. And I absolutely can recite the first page of Harry Potter verbatim. Not kidding.
The major personality shift is that I'm braver. Man, I risk getting beat up never, while Lindsay does a lot!
This has been awesome to write. I have met so many awesome people, and even when I went a more controversial direction, no one (except one person) criticized my decision; everyone told me to stand by my decision even if they didn't support it. A huge thanks to every reviewer, person who story marked it, or read this story. A special thanks to my biggest supporters: mks 12 98; Punzie the Platypus; Voldyne; Ella Unlimited; HunterNite; Midnight4568; and Astrid Goes for A Spin, who comforted me after that one review. I am so happy with this story and the work I put into it.
I hope to see you guys again, and I hope you loved this story too.
And so ends this tale.
Love,
Wordwielder