Yo you can call me flare

I accept any recomondation of any manga or anime.I'm pretty friendly so you can PM me if you want to talk.

Age:...well I'll tell if your a friend that I can trust...

Fav colour:Sky blue

Gender:Female

1.The number one anime that I do well is Katekyo Hitman Reborn(KHR) I specialize in making Varia fanfics:3

2.Kuroshitsuji *hot characters in there*

3.Pokemon

4.K

5.Fairy Tail(FT)

6.Pandora Hearts(PH)

7.HunterxHunter

8.Naruto

9.Bleach

10.Beelzebub

and other anime and other then that I cant remember

My favorite character is Xanxus (KHR)(P.S=The only character that I hate is Levi-a-than(KHR)(douche bag))no offence to Levi lovers

Please like my KHR page in Facebook if you have one.

Can you like my friends page to please the links:http://www.facebook.com/pages/Fairy-Tail/444938638914558

click the link:http://www.facebook.com/pages/Katekyo-Hitman-Reborn/434596763292554?skip_nax_wizard=true

KHR Fav Character rankings(mine)

1.Xanxus(of course who else 3:))(The bad ass Varia boss)

2.Belphegor(The prince)

3.Byakuran(The marshmallow lover)

4.Squalo(surprisingly)(The strategy commander that has long silver hair )

5.Hibari(The tonfa wielder)

You're a true MFB fan when
You've bought at least one MFB video game.
You've given your friends nicknames now, just like Yu.
You've eaten jellybeans and thought of Masamune.
You see a lion and think of Kyoya.
You've raided the toy section just to see the beyblades.
Whenever someone says, "Let it rip!" you think of Beyblade.
You're beginning to say, 'What!' Masamune style.
You can recite entire episodes.
You have a new appreciation for unicorns.
You've actually sipped orange juice from a wine glass.
When you see an eagle, you think of Tsubasa.
You crack up hysterically when someone says, "Little boy."
Ice cream is your new best friend.
You compare MFB characters to people you know or other TV/book characters.
You never miss the new episodes. Ever.
At McDonald's, you've looked for a triple beef burger.
You sometimes say 'Crab-a-what!'.
Dragons make you think of Ryuga.
Your current desktop background is MFB.
You've written at least one MFB fanfiction.
When someone steps on your foot you yell at them for being "foot-stomping maniacs!".
You've spent over $50 on Beyblade merchandise.
People notice that you say, "Ya follow?".
You've gotten weird looks because you've worn a band-aid on your nose just to feel like Gingka.
You freaked out at the Zero-G preview. Season 4!
You check Beyblade websites frequently.
You've drawn fanart.
You ship couples even though there's no mentioned romance in the entire show.
You've actually worn goggles in your hair like Madoka.
You've tried fish on a stick just because Tsubasa and Gingka liked it.
When you're annoyed at someone you yell, "You're in my way!".
Pegasus' are cool now.
You've had dreams about the anime.
At least one stuffed animal has been named after a favorite character
You want a pet eagle. Badly.
Peacocks are creepy.
When someone's going insane you say that they're, "Having a Tsubasa moment''.
You find yourself going, "la la la la la," like Yu, a lot.
You've tried to find the meaning of the word Lovushka.
You're obsessed with Pheonix's.
When you eat steak you immediately say, "Best steak ever!"

If you've done or thought more than one of these things, copy and paste this into your profile.

WHAT TO DO IN AN EXAM……

1. Get a copy of the exam, run out screaming "Andre, Andre, I've got the secret documents!!"

2. Talk the entire way through the exam. Read questions aloud, debate your answers with yourself out loud. If asked to stop, yell out, "I'm SOOO sure that you can hear me thinking." Then start talking about what a jerk the instructor is.

3. Bring a Game Boy. Play with the volume at max level.

4. On the answer sheet find a new, interesting way to refuse to answer every question. For example: I refuse to answer this question on the grounds that it conflicts with my religious beliefs. Be creative.

5. Run into the exam room looking about frantically. Breathe a sigh of relief. Go to the instructor, say "They've found me, I have to leave the country" and run off.

6. 15 min. into the exam, stand up, rip up all the papers into very small pieces, throw them into the air and yell out "Merry Christmas." If you're really daring, ask for another copy of the exam. Say you lost the first one. Repeat this process every 15 min.

7. Come into the exam wearing slippers, a bathrobe, a towel on your head, and nothing else.

8. Come down with a BAD case of Tourette's Syndrome during the exam. Be as vulgar as possible.

9. Bring things to throw at the instructor when s/he's not looking. Blame it on the person nearest to you.

10. As soon as the instructor hands you the exam, eat it.

11. Every 5 min. stand up, collect all your things, move to another seat, continue with the exam.

12. Turn in the exam approx. 30 min. into it. As you walk out, start commenting on how easy it was.

13. Get the exam. 20 min into it, throw your papers down violently, scream out "THIS IS STUPID!" and walk out triumphantly.

14. Arrange a protest before the exam starts (ie. Threaten the instructor that whether or not everyone's done, they are all leaving after one hour to go drink.)

15. Show up completely drunk (completely drunk means at some point during the exam, you should start crying for mommy).

16. Comment on how cute the instructor is looking that day.

17. Come to the exam wearing a black cloak. After about 30 min, put on a white mask and start yelling "I'm here, the phantom of the opera" until they drag you away.

18. If the exam is math/sciences related, make up the longest proofs you could possible think of. Get pi and imaginary numbers into most equations. If it is a written exam, relate everything to your own life story.

19. Try to get people in the room to do a wave.

20. Bring some large, cumbersome, ugly idol. Put it right next to you. Pray to it often. Consider a small sacrifice.

21. During the exam, take apart everything around you. Desks, chairs, anything you can reach.

22. Puke into your exam booklet. Hand it in. Leave.

23. Take 6 packages of rice cakes to the exam. Stuff at least 2 rice cakes into your mouth at once. Chew, then cough. Repeat if necessary.

23. Walk in, get the exam, sit down. About 5 min into it, loudly say to the instructor, "I don't understand ANY of this. I've been to every lecture all semester long! What's the deal? And who the heck are you? Where's the regular guy?"

24. Do the entire exam in another language. If you don't know one, make one up!

25. Bring a black marker. Return the exam with all questions and answers completely blacked out.

26. Every now and then, clap twice rapidly. If the instructor asks why, tell him/her in a very derogatory tone, "the light bulb that goes on above my head when I get an idea is hooked up to a clapper. DUH!"

27. From the moment the exam begins, hum the theme to Jeopardy. Ignore the instructor's requests for you to stop. When they finally get you to leave one way or another, begin whistling the theme to the Bridge on the River Kwai.

28. After you get the exam, call the instructor over, point to any question, ask for the answer. Try to work it out of him/her.

29. In the middle of the test, have a friend rush into the classroom, tag your hand, and resume taking your test for you. When the teacher asks what's going on, calmly explain the rules of Tag Team Testing to him/her.

30. Bring cheat sheets FOR ANOTHER CLASS (make sure this is obvious... like history notes for a calculus exam... otherwise you're not just failing, you're getting kicked out too) and staple them to the exam, with the comment "Please use the attached notes for references as you see fit."

31. Stand up after about 15 minutes, and say loudly, "Okay, let's double-check our answers! Number one, A. Number two, C. Number three, E..."

32. Wear a superman outfit under your normal clothes. 30 minutes into the exam, jump up and answer your phone, shouting "What? I'm on my way!!". rip off your outer clothes and run out of the room. Strike a pose first for added effect.

33. Tailgate outside the classroom before the exam.

34. If your answers are on a scantron sheet, fill it out in pen.

35. Bring a giant cockroach into the room and release it on a girl nearby.

36. Complete the exam with everything you write being backwards at a 90 degree angle.

37. Bring one pencil with a very sharp point. Break the point off your paper. Sharpen the pencil. Repeat this process for one hour.

38. Make Strange noises... get people to stare... look at the person next to you as if he/she did it.

39. Dress like the professor.

40. If your a boy wear a hot pink dress

41. If your a girl wear a tux

42. Use Invisible Ink to answer the whole exam.

43. Order catering. The catering company should come in about halfway through the test, and should include at least three waiters, eight carts of food, and five candelabras

Repost this if you laughed.

Read this and try not to cry:

Wanna kill yourself? Imagine this. You come home from school one day. You’ve had yet another horrible day. You’re just ready to give up. So you go to your room, close the door, and take out that suicide note you’ve written and rewritten over and over and over You take out those razor blades, and cut for the very last time. You grab that bottle of pills and take them all. Laying down, holding the letter to your chest, you close your eyes for the very last time. A few hours later, your little brother knocks on your door to come tell you dinners ready. You don’t answer, so he walks in. All he sees is you laying on your bed, so he thinks you’re asleep. He tells your mom this. Your mom goes to your room to wake you up. She notices something is odd. She grabs the paper in your hand and reads it. Sobbing, she tries to wake you up. She’s screaming your name. Your brother, so confused, runs to go tell Dad that “Mommy is crying and sissy won’t wake up.” Your dad runs to your room. He looks at your mom, crying, holding the letter to her chest, sitting next to your lifeless body. It hits him, what’s going on, and he screams. He screams and throws something at the wall. And then, falling to his knees, he starts to cry. Your mom crawls over to him, and they sit there, holding each other, crying. The next day at school, there’s an announcement. The principal tells everyone about your suicide. It takes a few seconds for it to sink in, and once it does, everyone goes silent. Everyone blames themselves. Your teachers think they were too hard on you. Those mean popular girls, they think of all the things they’ve said to you. That boy that used to tease you and call you names, he can’t help but hate himself for never telling you how beautiful you really are. Your ex boyfriend, the one that you told everything to, that broke up with you.. He can’t handle it. He breaks down and starts crying, and runs out of the school. Your friends? They’re sobbing too, wondering how they could never see that anything was wrong, wishing they could have helped you before it was too late. And your best friend? She’s in shock. She can’t believe it. She knew what you were going through, but she never thought it would get that bad… Bad enough for you to end it. She can’t cry, she can’t feel anything. She stands up, walks out of the classroom, and just sinks to the floor. Shaking, screaming, but no tears coming out. It’s a few days later, at your funeral. The whole town came. Everyone knew you, that girl with the bright smile and bubbly personality. The one that was always there for them, the shoulder to cry on. Lots of people talk about all the good memories they had with you, there were a lot. Everyone’s crying, your little brother still doesn’t know you killed yourself, he’s too young. Your parents just said you died. It hurts him, a lot. You were his big sister, you were supposed to always be there for him. Your best friend, she stays strong through the entire service, but as soon as they start lowering your casket into the ground, she just loses it. She cries and cries and doesn’t stop for days. It’s two years later. The whole school talks to a counselor/therapist at least once a week. Your teachers all quit their job. Those mean girls have eating disorders now. That boy that used to tease you cuts himself. Your ex boyfriend doesn’t know how to love anymore and just sleeps around with girls. Your friends all go into depression. Your best friend? She tried to kill herself. She didn’t succeed like you did, but she tried…your brother? He finally found out the truth about your death. He self harms, he cries at night, he does exactly what you did for years leading up to your suicide. Your parents? Their marriage fell apart. Your dad became a workaholic to distract himself from your death. Your mom got diagnosed with depression and just lays in bed all day. People care. You may not think so, but they do. Your choices don’t just effect you. They effect everyone. Don’t end your life, you have so much to live for. Things can’t get better if you give up. I’m here for absolutely anyone that needs to talk, no matter who you are. Even if we’ve NEVER talked before, I’m here for you. Copy and paste this onto your profile to show people there are people out there that care.

This is a true story. A girl died in 1993. A man buried her when she was still alive. The murderer chanted, " Toma Sota balcu," as he buried her. Now that you have read the chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiilling. she will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this on your profile, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded.

If you can raed tihs, yuo hvae a sgtrane mnid too. Cna yuo raed tihs? Olny 55 plepoe out of 100 can. I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it dseno't mtaetr in waht oerdr the ltteres in a wrod are, the olny iproamtnt tihng is taht the frsit and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it whotuit a pboerlm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed erveylteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Azanmig huh? yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt! If you tnihk tihs is aswemoe cpoy and psate in yuor porlife.

You say English, we say Japanese

You say cars, we say Nyan Cat

You say Justin Bieber, we say Vocaloid

You say swords, we say Bleach

You say reality, we say anime

You say comics, we say manga

You say countries, we say Hetalia

You say hello, we say konichiwa

You learn Japanese from classes, we learn from shows

You cry if a character dies, we have a rainbow of emotions

You only feel what your favorite person feels, we feel what everyone else is feeling

You crush on pop stars, we crush on anime characters

You think we're crazy, but we think you're justnormal

You say souls, we say Soul Eater

You Say Ocean, We Say ONE PIECE

You Say Guild, We say FAIRY TAIL

You Say Ninja,We Say Naruto

You say Family, We say Vongola

You say notebook,We say DeathNote

You say Gay, We say Yaoi

You say rabbits, we say Flying Mint Bunny

You think we're fangirls/fanboys, but we're allOtakus

Re-Post this if your an Otaku and proud!

This is a story about God that I honestly believe, though it did not happen to me. A teenage girl about 17 named Diane had gone to visit some friends one evening and time passed quickly as each shared their various experiances of the past year. She ended up staying longer than planned, and had to walk home alone. She wasn't afraid because it was a small town and she lived only a few blocks away. As she walked along under the tall elm trees, Diane asked God to keep her safe from harm and danger. When she reached the alley, which was a short-cut to her house, she decided to take it. However, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing at the end as though he were waiting for her. She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for God's protection. Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped around her, she felt as though someone was walking with her. When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right past the man and arrived home safely. The following day, she read in the newspaper that a young girl had been raped in the same alley just twenty minutes after she had been there. Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and the fact that it could have been her, she began to weep. Thanking the Lord for her safety and to help this young woman, she decided to go to the police station. She felt she could recognize the man, so she told them her story. The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a lineup to see if she could identify him. She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before. When the man was told he had been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed. The officer thanked Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her. She asked if they would ask the man one question. Diane was curious as to why he had not attacked her. When the policeman asked him, he answered, "Because she wasn't alone. She had two tall men walking on either side of her."

If you believe in Jesus Christ, copy and paste this on your profile.

Re-post this if you truly believe in God.

If you believe in Jesus Christ put this in your profile and don't just ignore this, because in the Bible it says if you deny me, I will deny you in front of my Father in the gates of Heaven.

Ninety-six percent of teens in the world today don't stand up for God. If you are one of the 4 percent that does put this in your profile

Repost this if you truly believe in God.If you believe in Jesus Christ, put this in your profile, and DON'T IGNORE THIS because in the Bible it says, "If you deny me on Earth, I will deny you in front of my Father at the Gates of Heaven."

Did you know that 98 of teenagers will not stand up for God, and 93 of the people that read this won’t repost it?

Repost this if you truly believe in God.

When you were 1 year old, your mom celebrated the first birthday of you,
you thanked her by crying all day long.

When you were 2 years old, your mom started teaching you how to talk,
you thanked her by saying ummmumumumumamamama.

When you were 3 years old, your mom brought you to the park,
you thanked her by running around the pond, and chasing the ducks.

When you were 4 years old, your mom bought you some toys,
you thanked her by breaking the toys on the next day.

When you were 5 years old, your mom bought you a story book and read it to you,
you thanked her by ripping it piece to piece.

When you were 6 years old, your mom sent you to the kindergarten, so that you can start making friends,
but you thanked her by fighting with your classmate.

When you were 7 years old, your mom made you a very nice lunch for the first day of school,
you thanked her by throwing your foods around the class.

When you were 8 years old, your mom handed you an ice cream cone,
you thanked her by dripping it all over your lap.

When you were 9 years old, she paid for piano lessons,
you thanked her by never even bothering to practice.

When you were 10 years old, she drove you all day from soccer to football to one birthday party after another,
you thanked her by jumping out of the car and never looking back.

When you were 11 years old, she took you and your friends to the movies,
you thanked her by asking to sit in a different row.

When you were 12 years old, she warned you not to watch certain TV shows,
you thanked her by waiting until she left the house.

When you were 13 years old, she suggested a haircut that was becoming,
you thanked her by telling her she had no taste.

When you were 14 years old, she paid for a month away at summer camp,
you thanked her by forgetting to write a single letter.

When you were 15 years old, she came home from work, looking for a hug,
you thanked her by having your bedroom door locked.

When you were 16 years old, she taught you how to drive her car,
you thanked her by taking it every chance you could.

When you were 17 years old, she was expecting an important call,
you thanked her by being on the phone all night.

When you were 18 years old, she cried at your high school graduation,
you thanked her by staying out partying until dawn.

When you were 19 years old, she paid for your college tuition, drove you to campus carried your bags.
You thanked her by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn't be embarrassed in front of your friends.

When you were 25 years old, she helped to pay for your wedding, and she cried and told you how deeply she loved you.
You thanked her by moving halfway across the country.

When you were 50 years old, she fell ill and needed you to take care of her.
You thanked her by reading about the burden parents become to their children.

And then, one day, she quietly died.
And everything you never did came
crashing down like thunder on
YOUR HEART..

If you love your MOM & you thank her deeply,
repost this bulletin saying "I Cried Because Of This"

If you don't...
then you obviously don't care if your mom dies.

Jesus is real, and so is God, copy this onto your profile to spead the word. Cause he is here, dont denie it.

i love animals and is against real animal fur and anything else of the animal for clothing, if you agree, copy and post this onto your profile.

I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid. Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig huh? Yaeh and I awlyas toghuht slpeling was ipmorantt! tahts so cool!

If you could read that put it in your profile!

When a girl is quiet, a million things are running through her mind.

When a girl is not arguing, she is thinking deeply.

When a girl looks at you with her eyes full of question, she is wondering how long you will be around.

When a girl answers "I'm fine." after a few seconds, she is not fine at all.

When a girl stares at you, she is wondering why you are lying.

When a girl rests her head on your chest, she is wishing for you to be her's forever.

When a girl wants to see you everyday, she wants to be pampered.

When a girl says "I love you." she means it.

When a girl says "I miss you." nobody could miss you more than that.

Life only comes around once, so make sure you spend it with the right person.

Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, and calls you back when you hang up on him.

The guy who will stay awake just to watch you sleep.

Wait for the guy who kisses your forehead,

Who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats.

The one who holds your hand in front of his friends and is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you and how lucky he is to have you there for him.

The one who turns to his friends and declares "That's her.".

If you read this, you have to re post it, guy or girl, or you will have bad luck for the rest of your life.

If you re post this, in five minutes your true love will call or message you.

Tonight at midnight, they will realize that they love you.

Something good will happen at approximately 1:42 pm tomorrow, and it could happen anywhere.

So get ready for the biggest shock of your life.

If you don't re post this, you will be cursed with relationship problems for all of eternity.

Re-post this to your profile, and spare yourself the emotional stress

The boy you punched in the hall today. Committed suicide a few minutes ago.
That girl you called a slut in class today. She's a virgin.
The boy you called lame. He has to work every night to support his family.
That girl you pushed down the other day. She's already being abused at home.
That girl you called fat. She's starving herself.
The old man you made fun of cause of the ugly scars. He fought for our country.
The boy you made fun of for crying. His mother is dying.

You think you know them. Guess what? You don't! Re-post if you are against bullying. I bet 99% of you won't, but repost this if you're that 1% with a heart!

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 with out 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 news paper 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 news paper 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 for ever. 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, or 2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart.

I've read this a number of times already but it still touches my heart everytime I read it.

Her name was Auroura

She was only five

This is what happened

When she was alive

Her dad was a drunk

Her mom was an addict

Her parents kept her

Locked in an attic

Her only friend was a little toy bear

It was old and worn out

And had patches of hair

She always talked to it

When no one's around

She lays there and hugs it

Not a peep of sound

Until her parents

unlock the door

Some more and more pain

She'll have to endure

A bruise on her leg

A scar on her face

Why would she be

In such a horrible place?

But she grabs her bear

And softly cry's

She loves her parents

But they want her to die

She sits in the corner

Quiet but thinking," God, why? Why is

My life always sinking?"

Such a bad life

For a sad little kid

She'd get beaten and beaten

For anything she did

Then one night

Her mom came home high

The poor child was hit and slapped

As hours went by

Then her mom suddenly

Grabbed for a blade

It was sharp and pointy

One that she made

She thrust the blade

Right in her chest,

" You deserve to die

You worthless pest! "

The mom walked out

Leaving the girl slowly dying

She grabbed her bear

And again started crying

Police showed up

At the small little house

They quickly barged in

Everything was as quiet as a mouse

One officer slowly

Opened a door

To find the sad little girl

Lying on the floor

It must have been bad

To go through so much harm

But at least she died

With her best friend in her arms

If you hate child abuse then repost this on your profile. If you don't then you have no soul!!

If you believe in Jesus Christ put this in your profile and don't just ignore this, because in the Bible it says if you deny me, I will deny you in front of my Father in the gates of Heaven.

WHAT EACH KISS MEANS: - Kiss on the Forehead : We're cute together . - Kiss on the Cheek : We're friends . - Kiss on the Hand : I adore you . - Kiss on the Neck : I want you , now . - Kiss on the Shoulder : Your perfect . - Kiss on the Lips : I LOVE YOU . _

WHAT EACH GESTURE MEANS : - Holding Hands : We definitely like each other . - Holding you tight pressed against each other : I want you . - Looking into each other's eyes : I like you , for who you are . - Playing with Hair: Let's fool around . - Arms around the Waist : I like you too much to let go . - Laughing while Kissing : I am completely comfortable with you

ADVICE: - If you were thinking about someone while reading this , you're definitely in Love .

REQUIREMENTS: - Put this as your status after reading ! Or you will have a bad year of Relationships .

Thx for reading my profile _