Hello everyone :)

This is literally my final attempt at having a profile that isn't so full of copy-and-paste even I have to just scroll straight down to my stories without looking at everything, which is a shame, cause I usually have cool and touching stuff on here full of views against abortion and child abuse and racism etc. So yeah. Have a read if you're as bored as I am.

Name: Emily :)

Origin of Pen Name: Well, my middle name is May, and I preferred the Irish spelling, and my last name is constantly mistaken for Ascot whenever I first meet people, so that's where that came from. The saying is, after all, '"f you can't beat 'em, join 'em". And I tried to beat 'em. And I couldn't.

Age: 13 (yes, when I first signed up I was too young. But I'm not now so na-na-na-na-nah. I'm so mature.)

Nationality: English :) Yes, I have a proper, run of the mill, 'posh' English accent. No, you cannot make fun of it in your reviews. You know who you are.

Random Fact About Self: When I was in Year Three (age about 7/8) I had obligatary recorder lessons which everyone in the UK gets (I'm surprisingly aware that most people who read this are American) and my fingers were so small they didn't cover the holes of the recorder and I was kicked out of class, so for the rest of the year I wrote stories instead :)

Still only have size two feet, so yeah... *depression* Smallest feet in the world. Right here. And my hands are smaller than my cousin's, who is eight. Like 13 year old hands vs. eight year old hands. Hey, at least I can touch type really fast now, as my fingers are so small that they fit perfectly inside the keys :D

Favourite Quote of All Time: "Reality is such, that, when you stop believing in it, it doesn't go away"

Religion: I'm a Quaker, which is branch of Christianity, and I like to think there's something. What do you do with something? Well, that's for us to discover.

People I Worship/Idolise: Charlie McDonnel (also know as charlieissocoollike, he's a YouTuber and amazing), Harry Styles (because he's Harry freaking Styles), Statsbat (her grammar's terrible, but I love her so much it's crazy) and the one, the only, J.K Rowling, who wrote Harry Potter and inspired an entire generation to read :)

Reccomended Book/Series of Whenever-I-Update-My-Profile: The Life of Pi, by Yann Martel. BEST. BOOK. EVER.

Thing I Am Obsessed With At The Moment: Columbine. I don't know why. It didn't happen in my country, it happened before I was born (by two months and two days) and I have no urges to shoot anyone.

I just find the psychology incredible, and I get interested in weird stuff. Like last year, got interested in drawing eyes. Constantly.

Stopped.

This year, our art project for the YEAR is... EYES. I'm psychic.

REMEMBER WHEN...

getting HiGH meant swinging at a playground?

the worst thing you could get from a boy was c0otiEs?

when )m 0 m( was your hero

and 'D a D' was the boy you were gonna marry?

when your W0RST ENEMiES were your siblings

and rAcE iSsuEs were about who ran fastest?

when - WAR- was a card game

and life was simple and care free?

remember when all you wanted to do

WAS GROW UP?

The white man said, "Colored people are not allowed here."

The black man turned around and stood up. He then said: "Listen sir...when I was born I was BLACK, When I grew up I was BLACK, When I'm sick I'm BLACK, When I go in the sun I'm BLACK, When I'm cold I'm BLACK, When I die I'll be BLACK.

"But you sir, When you're born you're PINK, When you grow up you're WHITE, When you're sick, you're GREEN, When you go in the sun you turn RED, When you're cold you turn BLUE, And when you die you turn PURPLE. And you have the nerve to call me colored?"

The black man then sat back down and the white man walked away...

Post this on your profile if you hate racism.

Goodbye

Mommy...Johnny brought a gun to school
He told his friends that it was cool
And when he pulled the trigger back
It shot with a great crack
Mommy I was a good girl
I did what I was told
I went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold
But mommy when I went to school that day, I never said goodbye
I'm sorry mommy I had to go, but mommy please don't cry
When Johnny shot the gun he hit me and another
And all because he got the gun from his older brother
Mommy please tell daddy that I love him very much
And please tell Chris, my boyfriend, that it wasn't just a crush
And tell my little sister that she is the only one now
And tell my dear sweet grandmother that I'll be waiting for her now
And tell my wonderful friends that they were always the best
Mommy I'm not the first I'm no better than the rest
Mommy tell my teachers I won't show up for class
And never to forget this and please don't let this pass
Mommy why'd it have to be me no one deserves this
Mommy warn the others, mommy I left without a kiss
And mommy tell the doctors I know they really did try
I think I even saw a doctor trying not to cry
Mommy I'm slowly dying with a bullet in my chest
But mommy please remember I'm in heaven with the rest
Mommy I ran as fast as I could when I heard that crack
Mommy listen to me if you would
I wanted to go to college
I wanted to try things that were new
I guess I'm not going with daddy
On that trip to the new zoo
I wanted to get married
I wanted to have a kid
I wanted to be an actress
Mommy I wanted to live
But mommy I must go now
The time is getting late
Mommy tell my Chris
I'm sorry but I had to cancel the date
I love you mommy I always have
I know you know it's true
Mommy all I wanted to say is "mommy I love you"
In memory of the Columbian students that were lost
Please if you would
Pass this around
I'd be happy if you could
Don't smash this on the ground
If you pass this on
Maybe people will cry
Just keep this in heart
For the people that didn't get to say "goodbye"

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the Realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.

Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it.

This is a story about a little girl that was abused. If you care at all, copy and paste this into your profile:

My name is Sarah I am but three,

My eyes are swollen I cannot see,

I must be stupid I must be bad,

What else could have made my daddy so mad?

I wish I were better

I wish I weren't ugly,

Then maybe my mommy would still want to hug me.

I can't speak at all I can't do a wrong

Or else I'm locked up all the day long

When I awake I'm all alone

The house is dark; my folks aren't home.

When my mommy does come I'll try and be nice,

So maybe I'll get just one whipping tonight.

Don't make a sound!

I just heard a car

My daddy is back from Charlie's Bar.

I hear him curse; my name he calls

I press myself against the wall.

I try and hide from his evil eyes

I'm so afraid now; I'm starting to cry.

He finds me weeping he shouts ugly words,

He says its my fault that he suffers at work.

He slaps me and hits me and yells at me more,

I finally get free and I run for the door.

He's already locked it and I start to bawl,

He takes me and throws me against the hard wall.

I fall to the floor with my bones nearly broken,

And my daddy continues with more bad words spoken.

"I'm sorry!", I scream...

but its now much too late

His face has been twisted into unimaginable hate.

The hurt and the pain again and again

Oh, please God, have mercy!

Oh please, let it end!

And he finally stops and heads for the door,

While I lay there motionless; sprawled on the floor.

My name is Sarah

I am but three,

Tonight my daddy,

murdered me.

CHILD ABUSE: MAKE IT STOP.

What a Boyfriend SHOULD do:

When she walks away from you mad

Follow her

When she stares at your mouth

Kiss her

When she pushes you or hits you

Grab her and don't let go

When she starts cussing at you

Kiss her and tell her you love her

When she's quiet

Ask her whats wrong

When she ignores you

Give her your attention

When she pulls away

Pull her back

When you see her at her worst

Tell her she's beautiful

When you see her start crying

Just hold her and don't say a word

When you see her walking

Sneak up and hug her waist from behind

When she's scared

Protect her

When she lays her head on your shoulder

Tilt her head up and kiss her

When she steals your favorite hat

Let her keep it and sleep with it for a night

When she teases you

Tease her back and make her laugh

When she doesn't answer for a long time

Reassure her that everything is okay

When she looks at you with doubt

Back yourself up

When she says that she likes you; she really does more than you could understand

When she grabs at your hands

Hold hers and play with her fingers

When she bumps into you

Bump into her back and make her laugh

When she tells you a secret

Keep it safe and untold

When she looks at you in your eyes

Don't look away until she does

When she misses you

She's hurting inside

When you break her heart

The pain never really goes away

When she says its over

She still wants you to be hers

When she repost this bulletin

she wants you to read it -

Stay on the phone with her even if she's not saying anything.-

When she's mad hug her tight and don't let go-

When she says she's ok don't believe it, talk with her- because 10 yrs later she'll remember you-

Call her at 12:00am on her birthday to tell her you love her-

Call her before you sleep and after you wake up-

Treat her like she's all that matters to you.-

Tease her and let her tease you back.-

Stay up all night with her when she's sick.-

Watch her favorite movie with her or her favorite show even if you think its stupid.-

Give her the world.-

Let her wear your clothes.-

When she's bored and sad, hang out with her.-

Let her know she's important.-

Kiss her in the pouring rain.-

When she runs up at you crying, the first thing you say is; "Who's ass am I kicking babe?"

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