Name: Rebecca. You may call me Becca, Becky, Boo, Boo-Boo, Bad-a-boom Boo-Boo, Babs, Grimbles, Grimble Shanks. Don't ask where some of those came from, they're by my dad and two of them by my friend.

Mood- Tired

Occupation- School, I guess

Appearance- Brown hair with red tint from my Irish blood baby!! Hehe... anyway, got blue eyes that change colors depending on what I'm wearing. Easily tanning skin, not to mention the shortness that runs in the blood. Somehow, it didn't turn out that way for my brother.

I've been in the mood to just put stuff down about what I want for my future. Like right now, my wedding song. Strange, no? Well, anyway, I would like my wedding song to be Far Away by Nickelback. -sigh- That would be so nice...

Story Info

Bookbags And Secrets- Okay, I'm planning on making a new story similiar to this one because I'm getting REALLY bored of the story line. It's not really going anywhere. So, I have a few ideas in mind, now all I need to do is right it down.

I will do requests for any type of story.

Just some random crap

Brad: What's up

Me: The sky, dumbass

Sam: And then he said..-

Me: SHUT UP OR I'LL STAB YOU WITH THIS PENCIL

Sam: -babbles on-

Me: That's it... -stabs her with a pencil-

Sam: -screams- AHHHH -runs away- I gotta get away before she stabs me again. Oh man! I sit next to her! -continues to run away-

Cheyanne: It was her! -points her thumb at me-

Me: -twitches- -bites her thumb-

Cheyanne: OUCH!! What was that for?!

Me & Everyone else: XD XD XD XD

My Mom: And You're going to have hot dog's there. You can eat them though, right?

Me: No, I'll eat your butt -bites her butt-

My Mom: No, you will not eat my butt! Now I sound Swedish. -does in terrible Swedian- You will not eat my butt!

Ahhh... good times, good times...