Welcome to my blog!

Hi. If you haven't read the "Introducing....." Section thingy on here, do that now, then come back and read the rest of this.


Ok, done reading now? Good for you. A big thumbs up if you actually did what I said, because there is no way I'm going to explain on here what I explained on there. Ahem. That's the cue for everyone who hasn't read the "Introducing......" part yet to go read it. NOW.


For those of you who have read it now or already, I'm happy now. If you still haven't, then you have some serious problems.

As you should already know, I'm a dragon/human hybrid. Surviving is tough sometimes, and it's always getting tougher.

Anyways, for my life in a nutshell, here I go: My twin and I were experimented on for seven years, both of us hybrids. When she didn't make it, I was replaced with her body when she was supposed to be cremated already, and so I made a clean getaway, and so they don't know I'm still alive. I lived in that building for several years before finally escaping with my laptop, which has kept me sane. Last month I met up with Evanna and the Flyers, (Jeremy, Jaime, Morgan, Gorgy and Alice) and we traveled around, now we're just, ya know, around.

And that's my life, shoved, stuffed, and packed into a tiny nutshell.

I fly...

I fly, because I can.
I try, because even if I fail, I can still try again.
They die, because it's either them or me, and I'm not giving up that easily.
The world is tough. I'm tougher.
The evil are strong. But I'm stronger.
They may have the guns and the money and the power.
But I have a will to survive that they can't even come close to understanding.
And it's that will that makes me a killer.
It's that will that means that no matter how many times you knock me down,
I guarantee that I will just get back up again.
And the only thing you've managed to do is piss me off.
So raise that gun. I dare you.
So put your finger on that trigger. I dare you.
But when you find yourself six feet under and pushing up daisies, know that that was a huge mistake you made.
Because messing with me will only lead you in one direction.
And that directions leads straight to death.

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

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I hate it when you're half asleep, and then people just start like, looking to make sure you don't have a labber tattoo on you. It was all I could do not to start attacking Evanna, Jaime, and Jeremy. I mean, I understand them wanting to make sure I'm not a labber, but it's just... creepy....

Anyways, I've been just hanging out lately, acquiring food and whatnot. I got Alice a little stuffed Pegasus, it has huge, flopping wings, just like hers. It's easy to carry, too, because it's just a stuffed animal. I also got her a new shirt, it's white, and I cut holes in the back for her wings, then I used a sharpie and a few colored pens I always have with me to decorate it. It now has her name on the front, in really cool letters and a bunch of colors. I had a lot of fun making it. Morgan's such a sweet girl. I'm not sure what to get Morgan, but I bet a hoodie will do it. I know there's Z U M I E S everywhere, so maybe I'll drop in and get her a nice new change of clothes. And we desperately need new bags, mine now has three holes in it. Yes, a trip to Z U M I E S is much needed.

Anyways, I should go. We're somewhere over Montana, headed for Florida. I ran the idea of going to Disney World by the kids, and they all agreed. I know it'll be hard for them cuz they can't look normal, but I'll keep myself half morphed so they won't be alone.

I also have new scales. On my eyelids. They sit there like eyeshadow whether I'm morphed or not. It's creepy to have scales that I can't get rid of. But they're so tiny that it's hard to see them, and they really do look like I just have eyeshadow on. They're green, too, which is a good color to go with my purple hair, which I desperately need to wash. I wonder if I can get enough money for us to stay at a hotel or something, where we can all get some nice, hot showers.

I think Evanna has a bit of a mind reading ability, so I'm officially putting up a wall. I do not need her finding out about my blog, cuz like, then she'll know all my thoughts, and I like to keep them private. Just wait till she finds out about my Voices. Yes, Voices. Not one voice, two. They like to argue, too. It's annoying, and I try to answer them in my mind, not aloud. But after a long time of always answering them aloud, I sometimes mutter to them.... Oops.

Anyways, I should go.

Later.
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