"We tell ourselves stories in order to live."

-Joan Didion

Hi.

My pen name is jayan0706 and I live in Canada. I love writing and I want to be a writer when I grow up, if only part-time. My other hobbies include reading and playing the alto saxophone. It always makes me happy when people read my stories, so feel free to check them out! I make it a priority to look over every single review I receive- even if it's just a simple, "Great job, keep it up!', so definitely send those in.

Oh, and here's some random info about me that you guys probably don't care about:

Favourite food: Egg tarts

Least favourite food: Mushrooms :(

Favorite colour: Purple

Favorite subject: Literacy

Favorite author: This would take up the entire page, so I'm not going to comment.

Favorite sport: Badminton

Fun Fact: I'm very picky (and I mean very picky) eater, and I hate spicy food.

One thing that I really want to say here is that you can contact me anytime. When I'd just discovered fan fiction, I used to idolize the most well-known authors. You know, the ones that get tons of favs, the authors that can easily get over 1000 reviews per story... And I'm not saying they're bad people, I'm sure they're amazing. But to me, they always seemed kind of distant. Like a celebrity you see on a magazine, or maybe like an immortal god/goddess of fan fiction. I want to let all my readers know that if I seem as distant as the moon, I'm really down on Earth like the rest of you guys! So feel free to treat me like you'd treat anyone else, okay?

FANFICTION- UNITED NATIONS! Has anyone else noticed how a lot of us get along and make friends on here and we can be from completely different countries? We're here making world peace on the INTERNET and we have all those ambassadors and senators and whatever struggling with it! If you realize this (or read this and agreed) copy and paste this and add your name and country (country is optional) to the list. SPREAD THE PEACE!: Naruto-fan-Okami-chan (USA), DGMSilverAirHead03(USA), Crystal Amethyst (Armenia), InoueR0xO (Pakistan), poohxebony (USA), DreamingInThePast (Spain), loves2readandwrite (USA), SeaDevil (Sweden), Vampgal212 (U.K.), Verdigurl ( New Zealand), Animerockchic (Republic of Ireland), Momoka64 (USA), Ve Kuraresa Bleach (USA), AFleetingPhantom (U.K.), EpicHeroLaugh(USA), Fruity-Dragonfly (USA), 9foxgrl (USA), crazy YinYang writer7 (USA), Pupeez4eva (Australia) jayan0706 (Canada).

MY STORIES:

Dear Mortals:

The characters from PJO and Kane Chronicles send us fan fiction authors their opinions on some of the stuff people are writing. Read on if you're not opposed to the fact of being threatened at.

Status: Complete

How to Ask a Question:

Annabeth wants a quest, so she decides to make a plan on how to pop the question to Chiron. Before Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief,- Annabeth is seven years old. One-shot.

Status: Complete

It Was Worth It:

"She loves him, she hates her" Annabeth loves Percy, so how does she react when a certain redheaded girl gets in the way? Percabeth one-shot. Cover art by viria13

Status: Complete

Sweet Dreams:

Set after the Giant War. Percy and Annabeth aren't exactly themselves after their time in Tatarus, much to the entire Camp's dismay. One unclaimed camper decides to try and help, in her own way. One-shot. Mainly Percabeth, contains Tratie and Caleo. Cover art belongs to AireensColour.

Status: Complete

Doctor's Orders:

"Go back to your bed. Doctor's Orders." "What are you going to do? Chain me to the bed?" "No, but I'll take away your desert privileges." To try and fulfill his dream of becoming a doctor, Will Solace applies for a job at Half-Blood Hospital. What happens when the patient he's assigned to is cold and stubborn Nico di Angelo? Solangelo (Will x Nico) Hosiptal AU

Status: Complete

PJO PLEDGE:

I promise to remember Percy,

whenever I'm at sea,

I promise to remember Annabeth,

when a spider comes at me,

I promise to remember nature,

for Grover's sake of course,

I promise to remember Luke,

when my heart is filled with remorse,

I promise to remember Chiron,

when I see a sign that says "free pony ride",

I promise to remember Tyson,

when a friend says they'll stick by my side,

I promise to remember Thalia,

when a friend is scared of heights,

I promise to remember Clarisse,

whenever I see someone that gives me a fright,

I promise to remember Bianca,

whenever I see a sister scold her younger brother,

I promise to remember Nico,

whenever I see someone who doesn't get along with others,

I promise to remember Zoe,

whenever I watch the stars,

I promise to remember Rachel,

whenever a limo passes my car,

I promise to remember PJO,

wherever I may go!

PLEASE READ. If this doesn't touch you... I almost cried!

I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a cashier hand this little boy some money back.

The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.

The cashier said, "I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll."

Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?''

The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''

Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly.

The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.

"It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."

I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her afterall, and not to worry.

But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there."

His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''

My heart nearly stopped.

The little boy looked up at me and said: "I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall."

Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me "I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't

forget me. I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister."

Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. "Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''

"OK," he said, "I hope I do have enough." I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for

the doll and even some spare money.

The little boy said: "Thank you God for giving me enough money!"

Then he looked at me and added, "I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that

mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me!''

"I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''

"My mommy loves white roses."

A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.

I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.

Then I remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl.

The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away.

I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.

She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.

I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister

is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.

Now you have 2 choices:

1) Repost this message.

2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart.