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Hi! My name's CONFIDENTIAL, but you may call me Kiamra . I'm 16 years old and i live in California. I love, love, LOVE to read! I like reading teen and young adult fiction, but am open to all types of books. Even though i love reading, i cant write . I have HORRIBLE grammar and spelling, and i couldn't come up with a mildly interesting story to save my life. My favorite colors are pink, silver and black, and i love cats! I'm interested in the paranormal, but can't watch scary movies (weird i know). I'm a nice person most of the time unless you really get on my nerves or i hate your guts which doesn't happen very often. I'm really good at hiding my emotions, so if I'm mad at you, you will most likely not know it until i tell you so, which is just the way i like it. Well that's about it!
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^__^; I was thinking of entering the arenas, but you know how picky people can be.
I love random comments, and I really appreciate your compliment. ^^
Though, I'm always looking to improve my Sharon cosplay. ^^
Also, I think your avi looks really nice, too. smile
Your cats are shoo' adorable! ^0^
If anything, P.J.O has more than just eye-candy [or was it Brain-Candy?] going for it, if the Children of Aphrodite and the epic battles[including uncensored climaxes!]managed to prove anything.
For that matter, for the most part, the novels even felt more romantic than the majority of Twilight could ever put together, and the P.J.O novels might be meant for young adults, at best, and yet it's still feeling more epic than Twilight due to a lack of morons on the P.J.O novels.
Should i continue on?
by Athena Nightshade
I raced through the woods. I didn’t know how far away I’d have to go to escape, but I did know what would happen if I didn’t. It was burned into my mind, permanent as a brand on cattle. If I didn’t get away I’d become part of what I most despised. I couldn’t see. I was blinded by my tears. The Others would escape. I thought desperately. They had to.
The siren cut screaming through the night. Blinding lights alternating colors erupted from the way I had come, only I could see it from this distance. My feet were torn and bloodied. I was far, but still not far enough, I would never be far enough. My lungs burned. I had to escape. We had to escape. Terror mounted, I never knew fear this strong. Terror that I would be captured, terror that the same fate would fall on the Others.
I woke up, choking on feathers.
“Get up! Get up! Get up!” Amy yelled, preparing to barrage me with pillows once more.
“I’m up!” I gasped. “I’M UP!”
“Good.” she said. “I was worried. It looked like you were having a bad dream.”
“So you tried to make it better by pummeling me with pillows.” I muttered annoyed.
“But really, are you okay?” she asked, looking at me in concern.
“Yeah,” I answered. “It was just a bad dream.” Just a bad memory. One of a reality that didn’t exist anymore. I wasn’t that terrified child any longer. I was Kay now, an ordinary college student, and my past had no impact on my life now. That’s what I try to tell myself but your past does have a way of sneaking up on you.
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