Hello one and all it’s bouncing off the walls again. And before you ask. The name is a song by the band sugarcult.

My real names Amanda before you asked and no you're not getting a last name.

I used this account when I was about fifteen or so (Ugh looking back on my first stories I just want to destroy them. However I've kept them up for your viewing pleasure.) compared to the 19 year old adult I am now (in age only. I'm still a child at heart!) I'm in my first year at Uni studying Ancient History and Egyptology. So whenever I'm stressed with work or just learning to live on my own I go back to my hobby of creative writing. When I say living on my own I mean with my four other male flatmates. I'm outnumbered here! But still enjoying every moment of it. I'm a little chaotic with life so my updates are occasionally sporadic to say the least. But I will try to finish a story if I can. I also have sever allergies and I find myself now spending an increasing amount of time in the back of an ambulance. So updates when I'm recovering from my allergy may not happen. It all depends on how sleep deprived and how far into tea withdrawal I am as well as if I've had chocolate to make me feel better.

I do have a Tumblr: hazycosmicchild is my URL. Check me out if you want.

Anyway enough blabbering on from me. Hope you enjoy the fan fiction.

Bouncing of the walls again. AKA Amanda.

Disclaimer:Because I am bound to forget these in the chapters of my story, I would like everyone to know that I own nothing you recognize. They belong to their respective creators, writers, producers, channels and whatever else they are supposed to belong to, basically they are not mine. I wish they were though! I hope that’s enough of a disclaimer.

Please also note: I am not a fan of people flameing my ideas (is that the correct term, either that or shooting down my ideas!). It's not that I can't take harsh reviews; I can completely take them as they will help my writing to move on a stage and be even better. I just don't like the few that are hurtful because you feel like it. I am only human after all and it dose hurt me when you are mean. Anyway sorry to sound like a hurt little child there. My solutions, flame reviews (or shooting reviews) will be printed off and burnt on a campfire in a sugar/caffeine super fueled maniac moment, or maybe just removed, I haven’t decided yet.