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.

Monday, October 22, 2007

plane...

I can't carry Justin across the ocean back to the U.S., so we're on a plane right now.

It took a lot of convincing, but Justin finally decided to come with me. I have no idea how we're going to travel with his whole not-being-a-mutant-freak thing, but we'll figure it out.

And he's creating a blog, too! *claps histerically* ook, ook, I'm joking. About the clapping. Not his blog. He has yet to create it, since I have the computer... *clears throat and looks around nervously*

Anyways, we'll be home soon, Evanna.

By the way, where is home?

We decided to go to L.A.. But we still need a place to stay. Any idea's?

Anyways, meet up with us at the L.A. airport.

Love you all!

Later!

p.s. Justin is begging me to stop typing for a second so he can use the computer. Hehe, I'm making him so mad by adding the post script. I should make a p.p.s........ But I'm not that evil!
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