ABOUT ME: THE GIRL WHO WRITES LIKE SHE’S RUNNING OUT OF TIME I’m not loud. But I’m the person who walks into a room, says 3 words, and everyone goes quiet because they know I noticed something they missed. My name is Praxy. I’m 15. I drink too much coffee. I sleep 4 hours. I plot at 3am. And I write stories that feel like a threat wrapped in romance. If you’ve read to the bottom of this, you’re probably like me. Tired of waiting. Tired of nice. Tired of pretending you’re not dangerous. PART 1: HOW I BEHAVE WHEN NO ONE’S WATCHING I’m a watcher. I sit in cafes and I don’t write. I just watch. How a girl tucks her hair when she’s lying. How a man checks his phone when he’s scared. How silence gets heavy 2 seconds before someone says something cruel. I collect those 2 seconds. That’s where my books live. I don’t talk much in real life. People think I’m shy. I’m not shy. I’m calculating. Every word costs energy. So I only spend it when it matters. My friends say: "Vee, you have resting 'I know a secret' face." They’re right. Because I do. I know how the story ends. I just haven’t written it yet. I’m messy. My room has notebooks everywhere. Page 1: "BHG owns the port" Page 4: "What does Damian drink? Black. No sugar. No mercy." Page 9: Grocery list + "Kiera needs to almost die here" I don’t plan my life. I plan my plots. My life is chaos. My stories are surgical. PART 2: HOW I TREAT PEOPLE I’m loyal to a fault. If you’re my person, I will remember your coffee order 2 years later. I will show up at 2am. I will fight for you in rooms you’re not in. But. If you lie to me once, I never forget the tone of your voice when you did it. I don’t yell. I don’t cut you off. I just... file you. And I never tell you where the file is. I’m the friend who gives you the brutal truth with a cup of tea. "You’re self-sabotaging." _pushes tea_ "Drink this." I’m bad at small talk. "How are you?" → "The plot has a hole in chapter 7." I know. I’m working on it. I’m soft with animals and old people. I’m ruthless with people who use power to hurt people with no power. That’s why I write Kiera. That’s why I write Damian. Because the world needs more people who choose to protect instead of control. PART 3: HOW I WORK I don’t write 8 hours a day. I write in bursts. 20 minutes of panic, 2 hours of flow, 4 hours of staring at the wall. My best ideas come when I’m supposed to be doing something else. In the shower. On a bus. At 3:17am when I should be asleep. I’m obsessive. If I decide Damian’s company is called BHG, I will spend 3 hours researching if "Holdings Group" is legally used in [Ethan’s state]. I will spend 10 seconds naming a character who dies in chapter 2. I rewrite. A lot. First draft: 80% dialogue. Second draft: Add breathing. Third draft: Add the thing that makes your heart thump. Fourth draft: Cut everything that isn’t that.