Pen Name: Lemons And Limes And Fluff (LALAF)

Gender: Female

Age: 13

Hair Colour: Blonde, natural

Eye colour: Bright blue.

School: Heckmondwike Grammar School, a High school in Heckmondwike. I'm in Year 9.

Country: England

Intelligence scale: 7.5/10 (1 being a brick, 10 being Einstien)

Likes: Ben 10 Ultimate Alien, Ben/Rook (Broken), Gwen/Kevin (Gwevin), www.fanfiction.ws .

Dislikes: Bwen, Bevin, Ben 10 episode repeats, the way the characters look in Omniverse, Maths, Maths lessons, Maths Homework, the Maths teacher (sorry sir if you're reading this), school in general.

If I could dye my hair, I would dye it: Purple. Because I can.

If I could get coloured contact lenses, they would make my eyes look: Yellow. No reason.

If I could be any size I want, I would be: Three inches taller. Yay. Exciting.

DON'T WALK IN MY FOOTSTEPS
I WALK OFF CLIFFS

Bad King Wenclaslas looked out
On the Feast of Steven,
A snowball hit him in the snout
And made it all uneven.
Brightly shone his nose that night
And the pain was cruel
'Til a doctor came in sight
Riding on a muu-oo-el.

When he killed the Mudjokivis,
Of the skin he made him mittens,
Made them with the fur side inside,
Made them with the skin side outside,
He, to get the warm side inside,
Put the skin side outside.
He, to get the cold side outside,
Put the warm side fur side inside,
That's why he put the fur side inside,
Why he put the skin side outside,
Why he turned them inside outside.

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burn the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What hand dare sieze the fire?
And what shoulder, and what art,
Could twins the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart begin to beat,
What dread hand? and what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread gasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger! Tyger! Burning bright
In the forest of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

Forth from his den to steal he stole.
His bag of chink he chunk,
And many a wicked smile he smole,
And many a wink he wunk.

The hunter crouches in his blind
'Neath camoflage of every kind,
And conjures up a quacking noise
To lend allure to his decoys.
This grown-up man with pluck and luck,
Is hoping to outwit a duck.

Whether the weather be fine, or whether the weather be not,
Whether the weather be cold, or whether the weather be hot,
We'll weather the weather, whatever the weather,
Whether we like it or not.

'Teachers - they want it all ways -
You're jumping up and down on a chair
Or something
and they grab hold of you and say,
"Would you do the same thing in your own home?"
So, you say, "No,"
And they say,
"Well don't do it here then."
But if you say, "Yes, I do do it at home."
They say,
"Well, we don't want that sort of thing
Going on here
Thank you very much."
Teachers - they get you all ways,'
Rodge said.

"When he dies in act 5, do you know what Shakespeare has written? He's written: 'He dies'. That's all, nothing more. No fanfare, no metaphor, no brilliant final words... The combination of the most influential work of dramatic literature is: 'He dies'. It takes Shakespeare's genius to come up with 'He dies'. And yet evert time I read those two words, I find myself overwhelmed. I know it's natural to be sad, but not because of the words 'He dies', but because of the life we saw prior to those words. I have lived all five of my acts, Mahoney, and I am not asking you to be happy that I must go. But I am asking that you must turn the page... continue reading... and let the next story begin."
Mr. Magourium, Mr. Magourium's Wonder Emporium.

"You life is an occasion... rise to it."
Mr. Magourium, Mr. Magourium's Wonder Emporium.

My Geography teacher is like a Slinkie. He is REALLY FUSTRATING at times 'cause he's mixed up but he brings a smile to your face when you make him tumble down the stairs :)

I hate clocks. They're so rude; they make faces when you look at them.

Q-What path do I take while walking through the forest?
A-The psycho-path!

Q-What is brown and fizzy and lives in eucalyptus trees?
A-Coca-Koala!

Q- What is brown and fizzy and lives in eucalyptus trees and has lost weight recently?
A-Diet Coca-Koala

Q-What is brown and fizzy and lives in eucalyptus trees and has been run over?
A-Flat Coca-Koala

3 Things that Spoil a Fanfic:
-Laziness when typing (lack of punctuation, i.e. no commas, capitals, full stops and speech marks).
-No use of paragraphs, i.e. speech is not seperated and whole chapter is just one big clump of text.
-Chapters of less than 500 words or that contain just an A/N.
When this happens, the fanfic isn't worth reading.

Isn't the Ultimate answer to every question, no matter how profound, intelligent, or cosmic, merely:
"Who cares?"

All of my fics are M rated so KIDS NO YOU READZ!
(Even I am not allowed to read them as I'm only 13, but I don't really care. That's my life.)

UPDATED: 18 December 2012