![]() Author has written 10 stories for Sonny with a Chance, and Power Rangers. Avatar: The Last Airbender Aang/Katara Mai/Zuko Sokka/Suki Azula/Ty Lee Toph/Sokka Zuko/Katara Sokka/Yue The Hunger Games Katniss/Peeta Finnick/Annie Cato/Clove Legend of Korra Korra/Bolin Korra/Mako Korra/Tahno Asami/Iroh One Tree Hill Brooke/Lucas Haley/Nathan Pretty Little Liars Hanna/Caleb Toby/Spencer Aria/Jason Aria/Noel Wren/Spencer Sonny With a Chance Sonny/Chad About Me: Name: Toni Location: P. Sherman, 42 Wallaby Way, Sydney Hobbies: Reading, Writing, Photography, marching band, listening to music My Life: As I'm re-vamping my fanfiction account, I'm noticing that I had a LOT of things wrong with me at the time. I was just a typical fifteen year old dramatic girl back then, and I never really thought about my life or choices. Now I'm seventeen (going on eighteen in a couple of months) and I still feel like I have no identity, nor do I have any idea what I really want to do with my life. I go to school, I write (when I actually have the time), and I just keep myself busy. I'm not very outgoing and I don't have many friends, but I guess I'm okay with that because the less friend that I have, the more easier it will be to go off on my own and find myself. I hope to actually start writing more fanfiction from now on, but bare with me if I'm kind of slow. I'm really insecure about my writing and I KNOW that in almost all of the stories/one-shots that I have past written need to be re-vised, but I'm too scared to go back and read through the mistakes I've made because I'll be embarrassed that I didn't catch those mistakes earlier. If you read until the end of this long bio, God bless you. :) Does this darkness have a name? Does this darkness have a name? 6 billion people At this moment, there are six billion, four hundred seventy million, eight hundred eighteen thousand, six hundred seventy one people in the world. One Tree Hill Peyton Sawyer We enjoy warmth because we have been cold. There will always be death and taxes; however, death doesn't get worse every year. The end comes when we no longer talk with ourselves. It is the end of genuine thinking and the beginning of the final loneliness. The remarkable thing is that the cessation of the inner dialogue marks also the end of our concern with the world around us. It is as if we noted the world and think about it only when we have to report it to ourselves. |