About

OK, so about me... let's see...
Well, I'm female, 14 (soon to be 15), single, blond ( and I mean that in more than one way), I'm smart, but I am very ditsy. No joke. I have a 4.0 GPA and I got wal-mart mixed up with walnut. *shrugs* Oh well.
I love 80's music, funnys, art, writing, reading, RPs (but only the really literate ones are fun), and I seem to have a talent for pencil and paper. I can draw and write really well. Here is a snippet of something I wrote, but please don't try to steal it. *pouts if you steal*

"Bella? Bella?"
I heard the voice call my name. My head hurt, my body hurt, everything attached to me ached right now. I couldn’t focus clearly enough to recognize the male voice calling my name. Just leave me alone... I thought, and then moaned a little. I didn't bother to open my eyes. With all this pain, I was pretty sure I wouldn't like what I saw if I opened them.
"Bella?! Bella!!"
The voice sounded horrified. Now I knew I didn't want to open my eyes. I tried to find the scent of whoever it was that was coming near me, but I couldn't breathe in. My body radiated pain as I tried to take in air, but it felt like there was something plunged into my chest so that when I tried to breathe, the movement ripped my body apart. Come to think of it... I shook the thought away. Figuratively of course. Moving hurt too much. This is beyond awful...
I felt cold, no warm, no cold, warm, OK, so I knew they were cold, but yet, somehow warm, hands on my shoulder, then they moved up my neck and ran a cool/warm thumb along my cheek bone.
"Bella! Oh gods, no..."
The voice was a mixture of terror, rage, and sadness. Why was he so sad? Was I really that bad? I desperately wanted to reach my arms up around this man and console him; tell him that I was fine even if it wasn't true. I would say anything to get him to stop being so sad.
Cold/warm lips pressed against mine. In some attempt to convey that I was still alive, I moved my dry lips in sync with his. I didn't know how bad I looked, if I was truly going to die for good this time, but I did know that this man, who was so sad for me, needed to be comforted by my kiss.
"Marcello..."

Yes, that is all you get. I don't want to risk to much more of my story leaking out into the public eye. *eyes dart around suspiciously*
Anywho, if you are a good RPer and you are literate, drop me a line.
Or, if you just need someone to listen, I'm good for that, too. I'm a christian, so please don't make fun of my religion. I can't stand it when people do that. Despite that, I'm still tons of fun, so don't draw back on me just because of what I believe. I also do art for people who take the time to ask as long as you aren't asking me to draw an avi that has so much stuff on it you can't tell weather it is a boy or a girl. Well, talk to y'all laters.