So...yeahhh I'm Taylor. Follow me on twitter- taytaylyles! I must thank everyone that posts their stories on here, because you've inspired me to do the same!(:

Lets see...I'm not that good when it comes to describing myself...oh well I'll try...

I'm seventeen years old and a junior in high school.

I live...somewhere in this big wonderful world.(:

My favorite color is green.

A big thing for me: BEING HAPPY(:

I have made the decision not to choose between Harry Potter and Twilight, I love them both(:

I hate that Hermione ended up with Ron, Draco or Fred would have been a much better match for her(:

My favorite food is spaghetti.

A food that I don't like at all is strawberries...hate those things. I like grapes though(: only green ones.

During the school year I cannot stand the fact that Monday is so far away from Friday, but yet Friday is waaaayyy to close to Monday.

I like almost any kind of music...except screamo, but my best friend is currently trying to change that...wish him luck, he'll need it. :D

I'm the type of girl that will burst out laughing in dead silence at something that happened last week, when asked why I'm laughing I continue to laugh for another..hmm lets say ten minutes and then when I finally calm down I proceed to tell what was so funny(:

My favorite show is Pretty Little Liars, speaking of that, if one of the characters makes my sister and I mad, we begin to yell at the T.V. haha

Some of my favorite funnies(:

I know three facts about you.

1. You cannot say M without your lips touching.

2. You are now trying it and seriously are looking like a big idiot.(:

3. And now you are smiling.(:

I betcha just realized ya can't say Irish wristwatch.

PLEASE READ. If this doesn't touch you... wow.

I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a cashier hand this little boy some money back.

The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.

The cashier said, "I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll."

Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?''

The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''

Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly.

The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.

"It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."

I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.

But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there."

His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''

My heart nearly stopped.

The little boy looked up at me and said: "I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall."

Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me "I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't

forget me. I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister."

Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. "Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''

"OK," he said, "I hope I do have enough." I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for

the doll and even some spare money.

The little boy said: "Thank you God for giving me enough money!"

Then he looked at me and added, "I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that

mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me!''

"I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''

"My mommy loves white roses."

A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.

I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.

Then I remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl.

The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away.

I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.

She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.

I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister

is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.

Now you have 2 choices:

1) Repost this message.

2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart

Couples I love:

Hermione/Draco

Hermione/Fred

Luna/George

Luna/Draco

I cannot stand Ron Weasley and will never write a story that centers upon him. He may be included in my stories, but never the main character.