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Zaron of the Red Moon
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Joined Aug '02
Hi, I'm Jessica. I was SunsetDolphn, and Green Eyed Girl, but I changed it because my mom AND Grandma are reading my storys!! GRRRRR! I'm 13 years old. I have shoulder length brown hair that is always whipped back in a pony tail. I have a little sister. I'm in 7th grade.

Yes, my pen name is very Animorphs related. You just don't know about Zarons. Bwa ha ha!! Thats because I really haven't written about them yet. I mean, I have an entire story plot in my head, but I just need to type it. Heh.

For some reason, I never think my stories are any good, but then all the reviewers are like 'Wow, its wonderful' So, yay! I need to learn to accept my writings better...

Read the storys in my favorite storys section if you want. They're there for a reason.

The best storys of the best are: The Kelbrid Wars, and The Secret. I cried my eyes out on the way to school because I had read The Secret. You should too!

My Favorite Animorph Quotes:

My name is Marco.
But you can call me "Marco the Mighty." Or "Most Exalted Destroyer of My Pride." You can cower before my mighty thumbs and beg for mercy, but you'll be crushed just the same.
For I am the lord of the PlayStation.

"Do you hate trash cans?" Jake asked. "Is that your problem? Do you just HATE TRASH CANS?!!"

"I'm for dialing up the Ellimist and telling him to go jump off whatever super-dimensional bridge he can find."

"I couldn't reach the earring, it fell down in this, like, crack?"
"In this, like, crack? Crack, question mark? Was it in a crack or wasn't it? If it was a crack then say 'it fell in a crack!' No 'like.' No question mark. Crack, crack, CRACK!"
-Nice Rachel and Cassie

"He takes special pills," Marco added, "It's for Narcolepsy. Or Epilepsy. Some kind of *epsy*"


"Rachel cried."


"She ran away and cried."

"Who cried?" Marco demanded, looking confused.


"Rachel cried?" He asked. "You mean a little wetness, like maybe something was in her eye?"

"I mean like 'Boo hoo, that girl was so mean,'" Cassie clarified.



"No. No. The sun does not rise in the west, the Chicago Cubs don't win the World Series, Scully never, ever believes Mulder, and Rachel does not cry. These are things I know."

-Marco and Cassie

"Rachel, I'm asking you if you are okay. You don't sound like yourself."

"I don't? But I am. Me, I me. I am me. Maybe . . . I mean maybe I'm a little different or, like, you know, not a hundred percent the same."

"Is it drugs? Sweetheart, you know you can tell me. Are you on drugs?"

"Um, I took two Motrin for my headache . . . Oh! You mean like drug drugs? No, of course not!"

-Rachel and her father

"They have come to destroy you."

"What type of ship is that?" I [Aximili] asked, "It looks somewhat like a Hawjabran freighter."
"That's the Enterprise," Prince Jake said. "It's not real. It's just made-up."
"Yes, I know," I said. "I do know what interstellar spacecraft look like."
-Aximili and Jake

Getting to close to any alien species is a mistake. We are taught that. We may protect them, defend them, care for them. But they can never be deep friends.

"Believe it or not, I still have an algebra exam tomorrow, even if the aliens are taking over the world."

"Step into my lair."
-The dreth to the chorkant

"How about putting on a shirt?" Marco asked.

"The men who are young and restless do not wear shirts. I am young. And I am occasionally restless."


"Yes, Marco?"

"Put on a shirt."
-Aximilli and Marco

"I did not understand the plot of that story," I [Aximilli] said.

"That was a preview, Ax," Prince Jake sad. "It is just to give you and idea of what the whole movie will be like when it comes out."

"Yes. I see. Why is the screen flat and two dimensional? Flat. Flat-tuh."

"Because that's how movies are."


-Jake and Aximilli

"I like Dixons."

"Your Chee are very strong."

"You're telling me the Most Secret Place On Earth, the fabled Zone
91, the Holy Grail of conspiracy nuts, is hiding the secret of an
Andalite toilet?"

"Only a very primitive model."

Marco then Aximilli

If you have more, email me, please. Thank you, Lisa-Ann!!

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