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Young Writers Society


Deanie


Deanie, Livvy, DeanieBean, Deansies, DAYNAY or whatever you want to call me...

I like big books and I cannot lie! Well lots of books. Fave classic at the moment is Mansfield Park. I looove Gone, Divergent, Percy Jackson, Cathy Cassidy, Sophie McKenzie, Enders Game and the Mortal Instruments. Etc...

I love movies. From musicals, to action, to romance, to chick-flick to a little bit of everything BUT horror. Ew horror...

Still trying to get through the first season of Supernatural, starting and loving Once Upon a Time, one more season of Sherlock to go, DOCTOR WHO <3, How I met your mother and um, Coronation Street because I am an old lady who likes her soap operas xD

I draw manga, love my nail art and shopping for clothes! Leggings, formal, dresses, shows, all of it. Of course I like writing and working with kids. I baby sit and awful lot, actually love ironing and my paper round.

I have too many good friends on here to mention. And besides, they know who they are <3

My music taste is a bit of everything and anything... from Country music like Carrie Underwood and Brad Paisley, to Nicki Minaj and Drake, to Ellie Goulding and Katy Perry to ELO and the Beatles, to Halestorm and Paramore... so really a mix of it all!

Okay, I absolutely love the colour orange! Especially burnt orange. And violet and green but orange rules :D Which leads me to saying I love the sun and warm, especially warm autumns. I seriously dislike the cold, especially as I cycle to school -.-

I will stop blabbing now.


Interests

I am in the mood to go on and on right now so be prepared for a lot of random stuff.

Occupation

Stuck in school and wanting to be a published author.

Website

http://olivia-savannah.blogspot.nl/


It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats—the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill —The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it—and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another.
— JRR Tolkien