A thing or two about me.. and preview at next epic post!

Hi!
I have come to realize that you, as my readers, know nearly nothing about me, other then those pictures of me and my siblings, and the infers you make by reading this blog.
So, without much further ado, I hereby start the post!
I am about four feet nine and a half inches tall, being the third shortest in seventh grade (not to mention only a little less then average sized for a sixth grader), and I am always seen with either a thin nike jacket with long sleeves on or around my waist, or a medium sized gray one. I prefer the gray one.
I have black hair, somewhat big hands, and brown eyes.
My skin is on the white side, actually quite pale. My nose is rather like a tiny squash or something, and I ALWAYS wear long pants at school, with the exception of gym class.
I am usually seen with my glasses on, they are somewhat like rounded squares. Ask for me, and nearly everybody knows who I am. Must be my charming personality.

Preview:

The strange animals were in an uproar. The humans had taken one of them onto their boat.
The molys were yelling, yet nobody would listen to the small creatures. Scalt tired of fighting a currently loosing battle, so he burrowed back to his colony and began to issue quick orders.
As the consul started to lead the ambush on the human race, (they were not thinking straight,) the ground fell out from beneath them, and they all fell into a huge, dug-in-the-last-30-seconds pit, with a look of wondering and confusion on their faces, rational thoughts finally pouring in.
Suddenly, at the top of the pit, Scalt appeared.
He called down to the animals in the pit, and told them to get their heads on straight. Scalt started to tell them something, but was greeted by around half of the consul yelling.
Scalt made a whistling noise, and after a few seconds of small, burrowing like noises, the yellers fell down a few more feet.
"Now, you can listen to me, or you can try to climb out of that hole yourselves."
Scalt knew the truth, and he was going to have to take the time to tell the whole island before blood got shed.