This is bound to become one long list,
It may take a while but you’ll soon get the gist!
Just a normal teen’s life with a teeny tiny twist …
I write of flashing silver swords and curling black mist!

I'm fifteen and was born in France, Paris actually,
(J'aime le français mais pas le fromage pourri),
Snails are cool, but not as much as me,
And I wouldn't eat a frog for all the world's Brie!

I dream to publish a book of mine day and night.
What might it be: a destroyed future or a damsel and knight?
Only fate will tell, but for now I must fight
To make my writing better with every rising light.

In her own little world floats my twin sister.
Honestly, her voice is often a blister,
We blabber and argue and snap and bicker,
But just be nice and she does get a little better!

But me? I’m nice! 
Just don’t freak out if you see me twice,
I always welcome some writing advice,
I'm a scramble of stories, symphonies and spice.

When the fancy takes me I sometimes draw,
Because let's be honest, writing CAN be a bore.
I make my own covers, usually sprawled on the floor. 
But ask nicely and I'll photoshop once more!

I'm either hyper or cheery, sometimes even sulky,
But hey, I'm a teen, can you really blame me?
And so with a flourish of feathers, a bow and a curtsey,
I bid you all adieu, yours truly. 

Janna Pervaiz.