Umm...Let's see the name is Cheryl and I'm an alcoholic, J/K. Anywhoz, I am 20 years old, born and mostly raised in California, I am known for my attitude, randomness, quiteness, and honesty. I don't take shit from others, because frankly it smells bad and I don't want it anywhere near me.

I barely decided to try my hand writing, Half being my very first. To tell the truth I never actually listened to anything my dumbass teachers in English used to say up until I was seventeen and I would still bullshit my way through all my writing assignments. Somehow, I started writing poetry, and when I found fanfic I decided to try to write regular ol' stories to see how I would do. As you can tell, my one story Look at the Puppets actually does have a mix of poetry in it.

How I became a fan of Twilight? Well, when the first movie was coming out and all of my friends kept gushing over Edward this and Edward that, I completely zoned them out- since I had no idea what they were talking about. Then the movie actually came out and everything just became even more confusing, so finally getting tired of not knowing what half the school was talking about, I went to the library and started reading the first book. The rest is history.

Now, I absolutely love Twilight, though I'm not really to keen to the Edward/Bella pairing, I kind of found him a little bit of a pansy, no offense to anyone that is Team Edward. Since I began reading fanfics my preferences are in favor of a hot southern Major; but I also love Peter, Volturi men, and a few of the wolfpack; Though I am not to fond when people make Bella into a wolf, I think it really makes no sense.

Updating is going to become a way slower than usual since my father passed a couple months ago. The inspiration is just not hitting me as much as it used to, though I am getting better I find myself still having trouble with focusing. I don't want my stories to be on hiatus forever, I just don't want them to become increasingly depressing and lacking. I will come back, thats a guarantee...How could I possibly give fanfiction up?

I have six Twilight stories so far.

Half --

My first fanfic. It's a Jasper/Bella story. Romance, rated M. Currently still in progress : )

Sound--

Also a Jasper/Bella fic. Romance, rated M since it is basically a lemon story. It was supposed to be a one-shot, but so many people wanted more so it is now a two-shot. Now turned into a story, in progress.

Seek Not My Heart--

Alec/Bella fic. Romance, rated T(might change to M). Currently still in progress.

Mistake To Know--

Actually just something that simply popped into my head. Short, but sweet. Bella in an asylum, basically. Complete

Look at the Puppet--

Timeline: After Eclipse, before Breaking Dawn. How do you leave your puppeteer when they never cease holding the strings? How do you handle falling in love with another puppet when you are both trapped? Jasper/Bella. Romance, of course. One-shot. Complete.

Pleasure of the Flesh--

After BD. Numbness can cause anyone to set out to create new hobbies in order to simply feel. What does Bella do to get away from all the nothingness? Who else does she think needs help feeling? Entry for the Darkella Temptation Contest. Complete.

Seek Not My Heart

(the story I have with the same name is not really based off this, okay maybe only a bit)

Oh gentle winds 'neath moonlit skies,
Do not you hear my heartfelt cries?

Below the branches, here about,
Do not you sense my fear and doubt?
Side glistening rivers, sparkling streams,
Do not you hear my woeful screams?

Upon the meadows, touched with dew,
Do not you see my hearts a'skew?
Beneath the thousand twinkling stars,
Do not you feel my jagged scars?

Seek not my mournful heart kind breeze,
For you'll not find it 'mongst these trees.

It's scattered 'cross the moonlit skies,
Accompanied by heartfelt sighs.
It's drifting o're the gentle rain,
A symbol of my silent pain.

It's buried 'neath the meadow fair,
Conjoined with all the sorrow there.
It's lost among the stars this night,
Too far to ease my quiet fright.

No gentle winds, seek not my heart,
For simply ... it has torn apart.

( -- Kit McCallum)

Girls
are like
apples on trees.
The best ones are
at the top of the tree.The
boys don't want to reach
for the good ones because they
are afraid of falling and getting hurt.
Instead, they just get the rotten apples
from the ground that aren't as good,
but easy. So the apples at the top think
something is wrong with them, when in
reality, they're amazing. They just
have to wait for the right boy to
come along, the one who's
brave enough to
climb all
the way
to the top

(By An Unknown Author)