I'm fifteen. I'm a sophomore.
I like writing. I like reading. I like acting. I like chocolate. I like Clay Aiken. I like Josh Groban. I like Switchfoot. I like indie rock. I like funny movies. I like sarcasm. I like irony. I like cool little parallels. I like symbolism. I like being evil. I like parody. I like Terry Pratchett. I like Philip Pullman. I like Lemony Snicket. I like myself.
It annoys me when people take me seriously and I'm only joking. It annoys me when people are uncreative. It annoys me when people read over my shoulder. It annoys me when people don't make helpful comments on my writing. It annoys me when people are offended by good-natured arrogance.
I hate fake happy endings. I hate science classes. I hate closed-mindedness. I hate stupid feel-good poetry that doesn't mean anything. I hate characters who aren't real.
Hopefully that was at least slightly helpful information. You may read my stories and poems if you like. People tell me I'm a good writer. (And after reading some of the stuff that's been submitted to Lit Mag this year, I'm starting to believe it.)