I'm not crazy. Even though a lot of people say I am, I'm not.

Not much, at least. Even my mother believes I'm crazy. She asks "You sure you don't want to go the crazy bin? It'll be like a sleepover"

I'm not joking. My own mother said that. In all seriousness.

Anyhooser. The only way I get through boring trips and long rides is to daydream. And not the ordinary daydreaming, mind you. The CRAZY-AWESOME-SUPER-TASTIC daydreaming. For me, it's better than TV.

But the thing about these daydreams is I SUCK AT INVENTING STORIES. So, instead, I make a character that fits seamlessly into the world I've chosen. That character usually has elements of me in it, but all in all, it's new.

That's how Toki and a billion other characters were created. Yes, I know that whole amnesia thing is getting old, but there's a reason it's there.

To keep you guessing. The fact that you are all confused about who the hell she is, is the reason that I know my story is working.

I've made a billion stories like Reflection. The only difference between them and this is that I wrote this one down.

Some of the others include a Ouran High School Host club story about Nekozawa, a Fullmetal Alchemist story about Armstrong, and a Tsubasa/xxxHolic story about Yuko and Clow Reed.

Once I finally write those down...Well, You'll see.

Also, kudos to the person helping me with this, *MagicAngelFace, or my friend Tsuki-chan.

She's typing this, and she's being AWFULLY SLOW. Reviewers and watchers, ATTACK.

If any of you have any questions regarding my story or about my ( oh god, please don't be rapists ) feel free to drop me a line, or a message.

I love hearing from you. Also, if anyone would like to see some of my character sketches of Toki, don't be afraid to tell me. I won't bite, but when I do, it's with rabies.

I like commas. A lot.

Can you tell?

Yoru out.