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Reading too much does this to a person...
randomsome1's post about a dude who's reading all of Twightlight has me not only ROFLing hardcore but also thinking again about Twighlight. I've read the first chapter or so, couldn't take it, and promptly took it away from my person to read something much better (Like MacHale's Pendragon series or Harris's Tru Blood series. I wanna get into the former in a moment).

But I thought... Damn. If someone like her can write this shit, then... so can I!


(Mockingly on purpose, all grammar errors and spelling errors were left untouched are for the lulz)

Japanese men are so hot.

No, seriously. Their black eyes and beautiful skin that just seems to sparkle in the sunlight captures my heart and encases it in a sakura casing.

Sakura means 'cherry blossoms'.

I know that because the latest anime I saw had the word. And I knew it! I didn't even have to look it up. I guess spending most of your time locked in your room, playing video games and watching anime or reading manga will do that. I could probably make my way through Tokyo city from what I've learned. I mean, I can tell them my name, all sorts of things. It's so full filling to know that I can accomplish something in my pathetic life.

I hate school. I'm so clumsy and I keep stuttering. My hair is too flat, too brown. And my eyes? Bullshit brown, duh. There's nothing exciting. From my heart-shaped face to my perky little toes. I'm dull and plain. No one would love me. And I was pretty dead sure that I wouldn't find anyone to love.

That is... until the super kawaii (That means cute. Awesome, huh?) guy walked into our school.

His jet black hair that shone like raven's wings in the florescant lights stunned all of the passer-byes, myself included. His beady eyes, so beathtaking, like two sparkling coals swimming deep in an ocean of white, was taking in everything around him. My breath caugh in my throat when he looked at me. It was a passing glance, but I saw so much in his mesmerizing gaze.

He was lonely. I could tell that in an instance. Being stuck in some stupid town could do that to newcomers. And he was defintely new. I had never seen him before. Following him like how the kids followed the bread crumbs, I followed him into homeroom.

Taking a seat beside him, I quickly gave him a once-over. His simple white t-shirt and simple jeans clung to his body in all the perfect places. My fingers itched as I looked at his breath-taking black hair once more. I wanted to run my fingers through those locks, entangle them inside and inhale his scent. I bet he smelled like onigiri. That's supposed to be a very sweet smelling dish in Japan. I love anime and what it teaches me.

His skin shone healthily in the lights as I sighed and looked to the front of the classroom. This school is so boring. I hate it. I mean, nothing happens. People say hello to me and I reply back, but that's all. It's so irritating. I wish something would happen.

Before I knew it, something would happen. Something that would take my breath away and drain my face of my blood. Something surprising and wonderful at the same time.

And I would share it with my true love, the very man sitting beside me. My one and only... Takemaru Jones.

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"Dude, Tiffany's staring at you again..."

Takemaru sighed as he leaned over the desks to his classmate, "tell me about it. She won't leave me alone. When I walk in the halls... she kind of just sticks to me. Like... Like a fangirl or something."

"Man, I do NOT pity you."

"So how 'bout?" a girl behind them piped up, leaning forward, "How 'bout she writes stories about you?"

Takemaru stared at her in disbelief, "no."

The girl's head bobbed quickly, "oooh yes. I read it. She has me proof-read it."

"Shit, for real?" the boy asked, smirking. "What's in it?"

"I don't want to know, I don't want to know..." the young Japanese-American shook his head, covering his ears. But he was listening as the girl began...

"So how 'bout you're a vampire, sent from a big vampire place to protect her. And you hang around her all the time, reading her thoughts and thinking about her. And you glow! Not only in the sun, but from fake lights and even candlelight."

The boy looked thoughtful, "I thought vampires died in sunlight?"

"Not Takemaru. He's too dazzling for that," she replied with a grin.

"End me, please," Takemaru pleaded as he hung his head.

"Oh, I haven't even stopped yet! So how 'bout she also has your entire family as vampires and you go to play soccer during hurricanes..."



Alright. So, onto other, more important things.

Pendragon. Is a pretty nifty series. Granted, MacHale really (and I mean really) lets the audience know that Bobby (main char) thinks of himself as a normal teen, he can't possibly do this, has to get back home, he's just a normal kid!, hey, she's kinda cute, but I'm a normal teen and can't do anything! It's a bit heavy-handed, and even though I got irritated, and there was some stereotype (sensei-type figure dying for the main protagonist, anyone?), I thoroughly enjoyed it enough to continue.

And I'm glad I did. Sure, he still was kind of doing the "Just wanna go home bit" but it was much, MUUUUCH less worse than the first time around. The concept is kind of neat too, something that always strikes my fancy; Travlers are people who "travel" between all sorts of different worlds 'n at and are to try to keep the peace when the world reaches a state of upmost importance. Each world has a Travler but there's an evil guy (of course) named Saint Dane (nifty name) who wants the world to go down the choas half.

I like how he's evil, but not stupid evil. He does what's needed, no access. I likes this evil! :D

Overall, if you're looking for something light to read (or for something to suggest to young teens 'n at when they're done with Harry Potter), try this one out.

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