10 facts about you

1. You're reading my profile
2. You're realizing that's a stupid fact
4. You didn't notice I skipped three
5. You're checking
6. You're smiling
7. You're still reading my profile
9. You didn't realize I skipped eight
10. You're checking again and smiling about how you fell for it again. :)
11. You are enjoying this
12. You didn't realize there's only suppossed to be ten facts

ARE YOU?

1.Perfect? Nobody in this world is perfect

2. Tall? I am.

3. In your pajamas? Nah, who needs pjs

4. Left handed? Right handed

LAST:

1. Friend you saw: someone in school.

2. Last girl/boyfriend: I'll never tell!!!

3. Person to text you: there is a good chance that it was my mom...

4. Was today better than yesterday? Maybe. I guess there is a small chance it was but a much bigger chance that it wasn't.

FAVORITES:

1. Number: three way the between 7, 13, and 3

2. Fruit: Watermelon and apples
3. Place: Anywhere in the world that has a place where I can't sit comfortably, my phone, and wall of all my favorite books. So basically my room.

EIGHT EMOTIONS:

1. Are you missing someone right now? Yeah. I am. I'm missing quite a few people. Several that I've never seen, a few that I never will again, and one that I hope with all my might that will never see again despite my missing the.
2. Are you happy? Not very much anymore (but reviews help *hint* *hint*)
3. Are you sad? I guess you could put it that way.
4. Are you bored? Always.
5. Heart-broken? Yeah.
6. Are you nervous? Of course not. Why would I be nervous? I'm only planning on telling my best friend that I have had a major crush on her all year, when she doesn't even know that I'm bisexual yet.
7.Are you excited?Why would I be excited?

8. Are you tired? Yeah, I've got a really weird sleep schedule

ABOUT YOU:

1. Real name? Abigale
2. Nick names? Abby because apparently nobody can remember abigale.
4. Zodiac sign? The one after Scorpio because my mind can't think properly and remember mine.
5. Slut? I sure hope not!
6. Smart? My friends say yes
7. Hair color? Light blonde but not white blonde.
8. Long or short? Very long hair
9. Sweatpants or Jeans? Jeans through and through.
10. Phone or Camera? Phone. I'm bad with cameras.
11. Drink or Smoke? I'd rather drink. My dad is a smoker and I don't want to relive bad memories
12. Righty or lefty? Righty.

FIRSTS:

1. First best friend? myself. I'm serious, I grew up homeschool and didn't know anyone who wasn't family or close family friends until I was seven.
2. First crush? A very sweet boy named Michael who had a crush on my current crush, who is crushing on one of my friends's twin brother. My life is complicated.
3. First pet? I have no idea but there is a good chance that it was a dog
4. First big vacation? I have no idea...

CURRENTLY:

1. Eating? nothing
2. Drinking? Water
3. I'm about to: Read random people profiles
4. Listening to? Nothing at the moment.
5. Plans for today? It's 11:30 at night what plans could I possibly have for the next half an hour?!?!

WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX?

1. Shorter or taller? Both, boys are cute when I don't have to double over to hug them but I hate it when people are taller than me.
2. Romantic or spontaneous? Any.
3. Sensitive or loud? I don't know. Ive never really thought about it.

4. Hook-up or relationship? Relationship

HAVE YOU EVER:

1. Drank bubbles? I don't think so?????
2. Lost glasses/contacts? Yeah.. I'm an idiot and always leave my glasses in odd places...
3. Ran away from home? Not yet.
4. Broken someone's heart? I really hope I haven't
5. Been arrested? No, thank the gods.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

1. Miracles? Asking for miracles had never worked for me
2. Yourself? Sometimes
3. Heaven? Yeah
4. Santa Claus? Not for a long, long time
5. Love? Sometimes? yeah. Other times? No.
6. Do you like someone? Yes, a very cute girl who used to be in my class

7. Do you believe in God? Yes

8. Answered the truth on all questions? Yes

Nickname: Bookworm or Abby depending on who you are.

Weapon: some kind of dagger or knife, but probably not a sword or bow.

A color that describes you: Midnight blue. Dark and blue, the color of ravenclaw. Also some find it beautiful, other don't.

Three things you are obsessed with: YouTube, WolfStar, and Solangelo

Song stuck in your head: Lost boys, I have no idea who it's by though

Why you wake up every morning: Self control.

Best Disney Character: Belle

Can you speak multiple languages?: I know a few words of Latin, and am taking Greek as a foreign language in school

Most useless thing you've ever made?: I have no idea...

What your wearing: jeans and a green t-shirt

Battery Percentage: 71%

Most resent thing you've stressed over: homework, essays have been killing me lately

1) Have you ever been asked out?

Why would I tell you?

2) Where did you get your default picture?

a friend

3) Middle name?

A well guarded secret known only by the closest of my friends.

4) Your current relationship status?

Again, why would i tell you?

5) Does your crush like you back?

Nah, your crush is a person who you never forget and stick in your heart like an almost pleasant splinter. Mine was an unfortunatley straight girl with an infatuation for my best friend's twin.

6) What is your current mood?

I feel like my life is about to be really f*cked with

7) What color of underwear are you wearing?

Umm... I don't think you need to know that.

8) What color shirt are you wearing?

Any other day? Black. Today? You caught me on the one day of the month I was wearing yellow.

9) Missing something?

Something or someone? Oh course I'm missing someone but I don't think I'm missing any thing but the full moon.

10) If you could go back in time and change something, what would you change?

My cowardice when it came to talking about my crush to my sweetheart on the last day of eighth grade. Sweetheart if you read this I'm sorry I'm so sorry please forgive me.

11) If you must be an animal for one day, what would you be?

You know what f*ck life as a human I want to be a blue ringed octopus.

12) Ever had a near death experience?

Not that I know of but if could have been a bit more brave I would have had a few.

13) Something you do a lot?

Read

14) The song stuck in your head?

The willow maid. Look it up.

15) Who did you copy and paste this from?

AtruxDragneel

16) Name someone with the same birthday as YOU?

I have no idea. It doesn't seem like many people have birthdays in November

17) When was the last time you cried?

You mean full out weeped with tears running down your face, or just silent, tearless sobs because you ran out of tears months ago. The first was over four months ago. The second happened today.

18) Have you ever sung in front of a large audience?

No, but I have played Cello in front of a large amount of peopled.

19) If you could have one super power what would it be?

Invisibility or a letter an acceptance letter from hogwarts. Dont tell me that's not a super power, you're just jealous that you didn't think of it yourself.

20) What's the first thing you notice about the opposite sex?

Their height. If they are taller than me I walk away, if they are the same height I walk up to check, but if they're clearly shorter than I sneak behind them to tease them about it.

21) What do you usually order from Starbucks?

Never been there

22) What's your biggest secret?

Outside of fanfiction? I'm pansexual. Here? I can't tell you that or it wouldn't be much of a secret would it?

23) Favorite color?

Beautiful stormy blues. Don't ask me why or I might stab you and/or break down crying.

24) Do you still watch kiddie shows?

Only when I can't help it.

25) What are you?

A queer female demigod, magician, shadow hunter, wizard, demon/saint, bookworm. I'm also a friend, daughter, sister, best friend, secret keeper, study partner, fight referee, thirdwheeler, third choice of friend for sleepovers and birthday parties, and object of constant encouragement no matter how much sh*t they all put me through.

26) Do you speak any other language?

English, and a few words of Latin. I'm learning Greek this year though.

27) What's your favorite smell?

I honestly don't have one.

28) Describe your life in one word what would it be?

tiring

29) Have you ever kissed in the rain?

Nah, I've never kissed anyone either.

30) What are you thinking about right now?

How much I need to update my story instead of my profile.

32) Who was the last person that made you upset/angry?

My sister. If you don't believe me, I still have the claw marks.

33) Do you like working in the yard?

Not really but if it means cleaning ground for a moondance I will happily clean up the sticks that gouge my feet while I sing

34) If you could have any last name in the world, what would you want?

I wouldn't have one

35) Do you act differently around the person you like?

The person I like is still qualified under crush and as I was friends with sweetheart long before I began to fancy her I only become slightly partial toward her while my friends fight

36) What is your natural hair color?

Blonde

37) Who was the last person to make you cry?

My father made me weep months ago, but to tell who makes me cry would be a betrayal.

31) What should you be doing?

I don't know, it six am on a Saturday and I haven't slept yet today. What should I be doing?

Gay marriage:
1) Being gay is not natural. Real Americans always reject unnatural things like eyeglasses, polyester, liposuction and air conditioning.

2) Gay marriage will encourage people to be gay, in the same way that hanging around tall people will make you tall.

3) Legalizing gay marriage will open the door to all kinds of crazy behavior. People may even wish to marry their pets because a dog has legal standing and can sign a marriage contract.

4) Straight marriage has been around a long time and hasn't changed at all; women are still property, blacks still can't marry whites, and divorce is still illegal.

5) Straight marriage will be less meaningful if gay marriage were allowed; the sanctity of Brittany Spears' 55-hour just-for-fun marriage would be destroyed.

6) Straight marriages are valid because they produce children. Gay couples, infertile couples, and old people shouldn't be allowed to marry because our orphanages aren't full yet, and the world needs more children.

7) Obviously gay parents will raise gay children, since straight parents only raise straight children.

8) Gay marriage is not supported by religion. In a theocracy like ours, the values of one religion are imposed on the entire country. That's why we have only one religion in America.

9) Children can never succeed without a male and a female role model at home. That's why we as a society expressly forbid single parents to raise children.

10) Gay marriage will change the foundation of society; we could never adapt to new social norms. Just like we haven't adapted to cars, the service-sector economy, or longer life spans... Re-post this if you believe in legalizing gay marriage!

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There are so many people who have never been to see a musical or play, and so many high and middle schools who focus more on sports than the Arts. If we didn't have arts then there would be no TV, because we wouldn't have actors, and no TV means no movies. Theater, Dance, Band, Acting, Singing, and the rest of the Arts are a important part of our community too! Support the Arts! If you agree that the Arts should be supported and appreciated just as much as sports are then add your name to the end of this and post it on your profile, please. Thank you! / Theater Geek / Lara The Dark Angel / MoonlightSpirit / sardellihalas/weathergirl17248/ lunarchroniclesandcockatiels/DeadlyHuggles

Have you ever noticed, that, in modern American society...

- everyone preaches tolerance, unless you believe the Bible?
- everyone has the right of free speech, unless they express something Biblical?
- we're all supposed to love each other, but when Christians tell someone (lovingly) that their sin will send them to hell, we are classified as a hate group?
- trees and animals' lives are treated as equal to humans, but a baby in it's mother's womb is murdered (Yes, abortion is murder!) every 20 seconds?
Wake up, American Christians! Our rights are being taken away! Revelation 3:1-3 "To the angel of the church in Sardis write: He who has the seven Spirits of God and the seven stars, says this: ‘I know your deeds, that you have a name that you are alive, but you are dead. 2 Wake up, and strengthen the things that remain, which were about to die; for I have not found your deeds completed in the sight of My God. 3 So remember what you have received and heard; and keep it, and repent. Therefore if you do not wake up, I will come like a thief, and you will not know at what hour I will come to you.
Copy and paste this into your profile if you agree with this and add your name to the list, Jesus' girl 4ever, lunarchroniclesandcockatiels, DeadlyHuggles

A Quiet Death

Biting your tongue

so the words don't slip out.

The taste of copper,

sharp in your mouth.

"Penny for your thoughts"

the saying goes,

but they could never afford

the words buried below.

Sentenced to silence,

laid in unmarked graves,

as you're slowly murdered

by the things you don't say.

-John Mark Green

Stopping in the woods on a snowy evening

By Robert Frost

Whose woods these are i think I know

His house is in the village though

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods full up with snow

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake

The only other sound's the sweep

Of easy winds and downy flake

The woods are lucky dark and deep

But I have promised to keep

And miles to go before I sleep

And miles to go before I sleep

I knew a boy who liked to draw.

I knew a boy who liked to draw
He drew pictures that nobody saw
He was more artistic at night
In the bathroom, out of sight.
He kept a secret that nobody knew,
He didn't tell a soul and his gallery grew
His drawings were different, no paper or pen
But needed a bandage now and again.
We stood by the river under the stars,
He rolled up his sleeves and showed me his scars.
He felt embarressed and looked down at his shoes
Then I rolled up my sleeves and whispered "I draw too."

One cut, two cuts, three cuts, four.
You don't know what to do anymore
Five cuts, six cuts, seven cuts, eight.
Stop yourself before it's to late.
Nine cuts, ten cuts, eleventh, twelfth.
Put the blade back on the shelf.
Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen
You don't know how much you mean.
Seventeen cuts, eighteen cuts, nineteen cuts, then twenty.
You don't need anymore, you already have plenty

Another cut.

Another tear.

Another reminder,

That no one is here.

If one day you wake up and I'm gone
Don't cry, don't grieve
Don't write paragraphs about how much you loved me
Because
When I was in my darkest hours
You weren't the one that would stay up at night
To make sure I was all right
Don't say I was a wonderful person
And wonder how people could be so cruel
Because in some ways
You were the reason I might've
Taken my own life that night

One cut

Two cuts

Three cuts

Four

Come one darling, what's one more?

Five cuts

Six cuts

Seven cuts

Eight

Oh what a mess this will create.

Hey, how you doing?

Well, I'm doing just fine.

I lied. I'm dying inside.

Please stop asking me how I'm doing. I hate lying to you.

"A Gryffindor would die for you. A Slytherin would kill for you. A Hufflepuff would die with you. A Ravenclaw would figure out a solution where no one ends up dead."

Υποσχέσεις μου, παρακαλώ: Promise me, please.

If there are times you wanna annoy people just for the heck of it, put this on your profile.

If you have ever tripped over your own feet, copy and paste this into your profile.

Put this on your profile, if you ever pushed the door that said pull.

Hello Darkness (To the tune of Hello by Adele)

Hello darkness, my old friend.

It seems that we've crossed paths again.

And I really need you, I've got no one else.

And I promise that I won't say good-bye again.

Hello.

It's me.

Did you ever find that one light that made you feel whole?

I know I haven't, and it's taking its toll.

So hello darkness my old friend.

I need you now, I needed you then.

Am I wrong?

Am I right?

I just don't want to fight.

Please leave me be.

If pretty please doesn't work, try beautiful please.

PJO/HOO 20 Questions: {1/1/28}

1. Percabeth or Prachel? Percabeth. Perachel interferes with my otp and therefore must not survive. Besides Rachel's the Oracle she can't date and percy is obviously head over heels for annabeth. There is no possible way for them to become cannon and I consider that a big no when it comes to whether or not I ship noncannon couples.

2. Favorite guy character? Leo Valdez or Nico Di Angelo

3. Favorite girl character? Reyna Avila Ramirez Arelono. Yes I memorized all of that, and how to spell it.

4. Favorite God? Lord Hades

5. Favorite Goddess? Lady Athena

6. Zeus, Poseidon or Hades? Hades

7. Do you like blue cookies? Duh.

8. Would you join the hunters? Maybe maybe not.

9. Archery or sword fighting? Sword fighting, because I'm terrible at archery, and because it looks fun.

10. Iris messaging or Hermes express? Iris message.Sorry, Hermes.

11. Favorite minor God/Goddess? Umm. Iris maybe???

13. Least favorite? Nemesis for making leo doubt himself.

14. Would you live year round at Camp Half-Blood or just go in the summer? I'm a year rounder. It's just to far for my family to take me.

15. Favorite couple(s)? Percabeth and Solangelo. The perfect couples.

16. Are you a demigod? Probably not, but if iI could be anything, screw being myself. I'm gonna be a demigod.

17. Who would be your parent? Lady Athena. Definitely.

18. Favorite minor character(s)? The Stoll Brothers! Or George and Martha. I can't think of any other minor character that I like. Oh wait there's Harley or (wait does nico still technically count as a minor character?) Will, or silena or beckendorf, or lacey. Shoot now I have too many minor characters!

19. Ethan or Luke? Ethan. I'm so sorry Luke but you ship yourself with annabeth, therefore you can't be my favorite.

20. Favorite monster? Don't hate me but the manticore because he's the monster that helped develop nico's character.

If you have siblings that drive you crazy copy and paste this into your profile.

-If you're one of those people who get excited when you see just two reviews, paste this into your profile.

-IF Y0U C4N UND3R574ND 7H15 M355463 C0PY 17 4ND P4573 17 1N70 Y0UR PR0F1L3.

-If you have ever forgotten what you were going to say, right before you say it, copy this into your profile.

-If you have ever choked on air (or any other substance you thought impossible to choke on), copy this in your profile.

-If you've ever talked to yourself, copy and paste this into your profile.

-If your profile is long, copy this onto it to make it even longer.

If someone has ever said something to you that had nothing to do with your current conversation, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you read people's profiles looking for things to copy and paste into your profile, copy and paste this into your profile

-If you have ever copy and pasted something copy and paste this onto your profile.

-If you are part of the .0000001 percent of people who don't have a MySpace and Facebook, copy this onto your profile.

-If you have a lot of fanfic ideas in your head but are unable to bring yourself to write them, copy and paste this onto your profile.

-If you've ever tried to lick your elbow and knew that it was physically impossible, copy this onto your profile.

-If you actually take the time to read other people's profiles, put this in yours.

-If you think that writing or reading Fanfic stories is fun, copy and paste this onto your profile.

-If you ever forgotten what you were talking about in a conversation, put this on your profile.

-If you have your own little world, copy and paste this onto your profile.

-If you have a very wide range of interests, copy this onto your profile.

-If you have ever read a 250 pg book in less than one day, copy and paste this onto your profile

-If you squeal/nyah/make any high pitched noise after seeing something really, really cute, copy and paste this onto your profile

-If you know a video game/book/movie/anime/manga character or weapon that needs to exist, PLEASE copy and paste this onto your profile

-If you've ever wondered what you are like in another dimension, copy and paste this onto your profile.

-If you have ever seen a movie (or show) so many times that you can quote it word for word and you do at random moments, copy and paste this onto your profile

-If you have added the names of characters of any anime/game/ect. to your word dictionary because you were getting sick of seeing that stupid red squiggly line all over the place while writing fanfiction, copy and paste this onto your profile.

-If you're a fangirl and freakin' proud of it, copy and paste this into your profile.

-If you have a tendency to talk to your self, copy and paste this into your profile.-You post this in your profile with names of people who did this as well. (yay! Spread the...list!XD)

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A true story

A teenage girl about 17 named Diane had gone to visit some friends one evening and time passed quickly as each shared their various experiences 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 round 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." Amazingly, whether you believe or not, you're never alone. Did you know that 98 percent of teenagers will not stand up for God, and 93 percent of the people that read this won't repost it?

Please repost this if you believe this is a true story.

PS: God is always there in your heart and loves you no matter what, and if you stand up for him he will stand up for you.

If someone put a gun to your head, asked if you believed in God, and told you they would shoot you if you said yes, would you say yes? If you would, copy this into your profile.

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

"I'm in Jesus's Arms."

-Paste this onto your profile if you have nothing else to copy.

Try it without looking at answers-

1) Pick your favorite number between 1-9

2) Multiply by 3 then

3) Add 3, then again Multiply by 3 (I'll wait while you get the calculator...)

4) You'll get a 2 or 3 digit number…

5) Add the digits together

Now with that number see who your ROLE MODEL is from the list below :

1. Einstein

2. Nelson Mandela

3. Bill Nye

4. George Washington

5. Bill Gates

6. Gandhi

7. Brad Pitt

8. Hitler

9. DeadlyHuggles

10. Hobo!

Now copy and paste this into your profile, and change your name in #9.

CCOUNT EVERY "F" IN THE FOLLOWING TEXT:

FINISHED FILES ARE THE
RESULT OF YEARS OF SCIENTIFIC
STUDY COMBINED WITH
THE EXPERIENCE OF YEARS...

HOW MANY?

THERE ARE 6 - no joke.
READ IT AGAIN !
Really, go Back and Try to find the 6 F's.

The reasoning behind this is the brain cannot process 'OF' (Seriously)

Anyone who counts all 6 "F's" on the first go is a genius.
Copy and paste it to your profile!

I accidently read the answer first. But I'm still going to copy and paste because I have done it before

If you've ever yelled at an inanimate object for not listening to you, copy and paste this into your profile.

If that inanimate object now hates you because you yelled at it, copy and paste this into your profile.

When you carry a Bible, the devil gets a headache.

When you open it, he collapses.

When he sees you reading it, he faints.

When he sees you living it, he flees.

And just when your about to re-post this, he will try and discourage you.

I just defeated him. Copy, & Paste this if your in God's Army (:

If you think you have too many of these "copy and paste this into your profile" thingies, but have no intention of stopping now, copy and paste this into your profile.

OBITUARY FOR THE LATE MR. COMMON SENSE

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.

He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as: Knowing when to come in out of the rain; why the early bird gets the worm; Life isn't always fair; and Maybe it was my fault.

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge). His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6 year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get Parental consent to administer Calpol, sun lotion or a band-aid to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.

Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason.

He is survived by his 3 stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, Someone Else Is To Blame, and I'm A Victim. Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing

A guy and a girl were speeding over 100km on a motorcyle.

Girl: Slow down!

Guy: No this is fun!

Girl: No it's not! Please, it's way to scary!

Guy: Then tell me you love me.

Girl: I love you. Now slow down.

Guy: Now give me a big hug.

She gave him a big hug.

Guy: Can you take off my helmet and put it on yourself? It's bothering me.

In the newspaper, the next day, a motorcyle crashed into a building because of break failure.

Two people were on it and only one survived.

The truth was, that half way down the road the guy realized his breaks were out and he didn't want the girl to know.

Instead, he had her hug him and tell him she loved him one last time. Then he had her put his helmet on so she would live even if it meant he would die.

If you would do the same for the person you love, copy and paste this into your profile

Dear bullies,

See that girl you just called fat? She is starving herself. You know that girl you just called ugly? She spends hours putting on make-up hoping people will like her. That boy you just tripped? He is abused enough at home. See that old man you made fun of cause of the ugly scars? He fought for our country. See that young boy you must made fun of for always being sick? He has to walk home in the snow cause his family is too poor. That guy you just made fun of for crying? His mother is dying.

Re-Post this if you are against bullying. I bet 95% of you won't Your life is probably not as harsh as theirs.

ORGANIZED PEOPLE are just too lazy to LOOK FOR THINGS.

It’s okay if you disagree with me. I can’t force you to be right.

If you say GULLIBLE slowly it sounds like ORANGES

You laugh because you think it is a joke. I laugh because you think I'm joking.

Sometimes, I pretend to be normal. But then it gets boring, so I go back to being me.

Sometimes, a person just needs a sympathetic pat... on the head... with a hammer...

I didn't slap you. I just high-fived your face.

Whoever said nothing is impossible never tried slamming a revolving door

When you're right, no one remembers. When you're wrong, no one forgets. [I HATE it when that happens.]

When someone asks for a volunteer, I stand up and yell "I volunteer as tribute!!!"

Amateurs built the ark. Professionals built the Titanic.

The newscaster is the person who says "Good evening" and then tells you why it's nomt.

Worst time to have a heart attack: during a game of charades.

It takes 42 muscles to frown, 28 muscles to smile, but only 4 to reach out and slap someone.

Don't knock on deaths door. Ring the bell and run. He hates that.

Flying is not inherently dangerous- crashing is.

The trouble with real life is that there is no background music.

If everything seems to be going well, you obviously overlooked something

There is a fine line between genius and insanity. I have erased this line.

I'm the kind of person who walks into a chair and apologizes.

If you can't dazzle them with brilliance, baffle them with nonsense.

I'm the type of girl that manages to plan a whole world domination in History class.

A stranger stabs you in the front; a friend stabs you in the back; a boyfriend stabs you in the heart, but best friends only poke each other with straws.

"We live in an age where pizza gets to your house before the police do."

You cry, I cry. You laugh, I laugh. You jump off a cliff, I laugh even harder!

-That, my children, is called a wall. But beware the wall is solid. Yes be afraid! Be very afraid for we cannot walk through it! Believe me children, for I have attempted this many times before.

-Stupidity killed the cat. Curiosity was framed.

-Don't follow in my footsteps . . . I run into walls.

Whoever said "Words don't hurt" obviously hasn't gotten a hard-back encyclopedia thrown at his head before.

Behind every great man is a woman shaking her head and rolling her eyes.

I'm gonna live forever!...Or die trying.

Anyone else having trouble getting to Narnia?

Ask me no questions and I’ll tell you no lies.

Do not use an axe to kill a fly on your friends' head.

Do not walk behind me for I may not lead, do not walk in front of me for I will not follow. If you want to walk besides me, go for it, but don't expect a big reaction...

Do vegetarians eat animal crackers?

Give a person a fish, you feed them for a day. Give a person a computer, they'll order all their food online.

Growing old is mandatory . . . but growing up is optional.

If you're that person who checks their email every few minutes to see if anyone reviewed/favorite/alerted/PM'd you, copy and paste this onto your profile. It makes my day when someone does! (hint, hint)

The electric chair was invented by a dentist. If you are scared now more than ever of dentists by learning this fact, put this on your profile.

There are three kinds of people. Those who learn by reading, a few who learn by observation, and the rest who have to test the electric fence for themselves. Basically me, my best friend, the rest of my friends.

Hardest Job Ever: Working in a bubble wrap factory...Imagine the self-control needed!

Never annoy a writer. She may put you in a book and kill you. BE WARNED! My friend did this to me. She was writing a story and decided to kill me. Then she admired my dead body. I have weird friends.

Only some people can find the the error in this message

A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P, Q, R, S, T, U, V, W, X, Y, Z

So what's the error? In the first sentence there are 2 "the".

Weird how you haven't noticed until you read the answer... If you did get the answer on the first try you're a genius!!! I can't even get it now that I've read it and the answer several times... :(

--Post this on your page if you're not embarrassed to tell others that you're a Christian.

I am that girl,

The one who likes book more than boys.

The one who pretends not to be sad, just to make others happy

The one who always wonders what she did wrong

The one who writes to escape

The one who just wants to help

The one that really wants to make a difference

The one that sticks to her values

The one that refuses to believe that this is it

The one that will do anything to make a better tomorrow

The one who won't give in

The one won't give up

-by linguisticsrock, Copy and Paste if you can relate to this.

I am the girl, who is bullied for her talents.

I am the girl who is never understood.

I am the girl, who no one cares about.

I am the girl, who suffers everyday because she won't stop writing.

I am the girl who is used to school being torture.

I am the girl who closes the curtains to keep out the dark, not the light.

I am the girl who goes to school, no matter how bullied she is, because she likes learning.

I am the girl who won't give in to the endless hatred, all from the kids who she used to play with.

I am the girl who has one friend, but is okay with that.

I am the girl who is brave enough to stand up to bullies no matter what they do.

I am the girl who is intelligent enough to never believe a word bullies say.

I am the girl who is strong. So why bully me?

Not anymore I switched schools thanks to getting older

I made new friends

I learned to believe in myself

I learned to accept that people are haters and haters gonna hate... Thats totally their problem.

I made my peace with the people I once thought were my friends.

And I gave others a second chance.

Now I am the kind of girl who admits to being a nerd and has befriended some of the popular kids yet knows it's smarter to stay in there nice group of psychopaths where death threats are healthy and if you don't have food in your hair by the end of lunch you should be worried for your safety. Yet a year or two ago I would've jumped at the chance to sit with the popular's. This was my second chance may you find yours.

Copy and Paste this on your profile if you are this person (girl or boy)

How to tell you're an Author

1. Every time you hear a song, you think of a new story or one you've already written.

2. You spend a long time coming up with your character's names

3. You often imagine your books becoming movies.

4. Spell check is your best friend.

5. You give even the smallest of characters a huge background.

6. You hesitate before killing of one of your favorite characters.

7. You smile really big when your gonna finally write a character love scene.

8. You'll spend an hour trying to find one word cause you won't dare use a synonym.

9. You write so fast, you leave out words in a sentence.

10. You have to tell at least one person your whole story before it's even written.

12. Things that are written bad annoy you and make you want to re-write it better.

13. You laugh at jokes you wrote yourself.

14. You can spell words like 'troublesome' but can't spell 'the' half the time.

15. If your note writing or typing, your fingers are moving constantly.

16. You talk to yourself... constantly.

17. You forget what day it is when your writing.

18. When you have to write some sort of story in class, you get carried away.

19. You put off the last chapter of a story simply because you don't want it to end.

20. You start to cry when writing about a death or other depressing event you knew was coming, and you are the one writing it.

21. When on a roll, you will ignore hunger, sleepiness, or the urge to pee until you run out of ideas.

22. If a story, movie, show, etc. finishes without closure, you have a powerful need to write a suitable ending.

23. You like to fidget, tap, or chew on the tip of something when you are trying to come up with a new sentence, paragraph, chapter, or story.

24. You dream about your stories.

25. You dream of new stories.

26. Someone can call your name twenty times without you hearing if you're writing.

27. You tend to overthink everything.

This didn't happen to me, but it touched me, so here you are

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 afterall, 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.

Pizza delivery is ranked as the 5th most dangerous job behind: military, police officers, stunt performers and firefighters...

Girls are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree. The boys don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they just get the rotten apples from the ground that aren't as good, but easy. So the apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality, they're amazing. They just have to wait for the right boy to come along, the one who's brave enough to climb all the way to the top of
the trees.

"There's a light at the end of the hallway."

"I don't see it."

"That's because your eyes are closed."

One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, 'Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd.' I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.

As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him.

So, I jogged over to him as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, 'Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives.'

He looked at me and said, 'Hey thanks!'

There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before.

We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends. He said yes.We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him.

Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, 'Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!' He just laughed and handed me half the books.

Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown and I was going to Duke.

I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor and I was going for business on a football scholarship. Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak.

Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him. Boy, sometimes I was jealous!

Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, 'Hey, big guy, you'll be great!' He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. 'Thanks,' he said.

As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began, 'Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach... but mostly your friends... I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story.' I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home.

He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. 'Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable.' I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment.

I saw his Mom and Dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize it's depth.

Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person's life. For better or for worse. God puts us all in each others lives to impact one another in some way. Look for God in others.

You now have two choices, you can : 1) Put this on your profile or 2) Forget you read this and act like it didn't touch your heart. As you can see, I took choice number 1.

Fiction isn't just stories.

It's seeing things that other don't.(Mortal Instruments)

It's standing up for what's right. (Hunger Games)

It's breaking through barriers. (The Maze Runner)

It's learning the truth of sacrifice. (Harry Potter)

It's discovering your inner hero. (Percy Jackson and the Olympians)

It's accepting your destiny. (The Lunar Chronicles

An atheist professor of philosophy asks one of his new students to stand.

"You're a Christian, aren't you, son?"

"Yes, sir," the student says.

"So you believe in God?"

"Absolutely."

"Is God good?"

"Sure! God's good."

"Is God all-powerful? Can God do anything?"

"Yes."

Now the professor asks, "Are you good or evil?"

"The Bible says I'm evil," replies the student.

The professor grins knowingly.

"Aha! The Bible!" He considers for a moment. "Here's one for you. Let's say there's a sick person over here and you can cure him. You can do it. Would you help him? Would you try?"

"Yes, sir, I would."

"So you're good…!"

"I wouldn't say that."

"But why not say that? You'd help a sick and maimed person if you could. Most of us would if we could. But God doesn't."

The student does not answer, so the professor continues. "He doesn't, does he? My brother was a Christian who died of cancer, even though he prayed to Jesus to heal him. How is this Jesus good? Hmmm? Can you answer that one?"

The student remains silent.

"No, you can't, can you?" the professor says. He takes a sip of water from a glass on his desk to give the student time to relax.

"Let's start again, young fella. Is God good?"

"Er… yes," the student says.

"Is Satan good?"

The student doesn't hesitate on this one. "No."

"Then where does Satan come from?"

The student falters. "From God," he answers after a few moments.

"That's right. God made Satan, didn't he? Tell me, son. Is there evil in this world?"

"Yes, sir."

"Evil's everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything, correct?"

"Yes."

"So who created evil?" The professor continued, "If God created everything, then God created evil, since evil exists, and according to the principle that our works define who we are, then God is evil."

Again, the student has no answer. "Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things, do they exist in this world?"

The student squirms on his feet. "Yes."

"So who created them?"

The student does not answer again, so the professor repeats his question. "Who created them?" There is still no answer. Suddenly the lecturer breaks away to pace in front of the classroom. The class is mesmerized. "Tell me," he continues onto another student. "Do you believe in Jesus Christ, son?"

The student's voice betrays him and cracks. "Yes, professor, I do."

The old man stops pacing. "Science says you have five senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Have you ever seen Jesus?"

"No, sir. I've never seen Him."

"Then tell us if you've ever heard your Jesus?"

"No, sir, I have not."

"Have you ever felt your Jesus, tasted your Jesus or smelt your Jesus? Have you ever had any sensory perception of Jesus Christ, or God for that matter?"

"No, sir, I'm afraid I haven't."

"Yet you still believe in him?"

"Yes."

"According to the rules of empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your God doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son?"

"Nothing," the student replies. "I only have my faith."

"Yes, faith," the professor repeats. "And that is the problem science has with God. There is no evidence, only faith."

The student stands quietly for a moment, before asking a question of his own. "Professor, is there such thing as heat?"

"Yes," the professor replies. "There's heat."

"And is there such a thing as cold?"

"Yes, son, there's cold too."

"No, sir, there isn't."

The professor turns to face the student, obviously interested. The room suddenly becomes very quiet. The student begins to explain. "You can have lots of heat, even more heat, super-heat, mega-heat, unlimited heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat, but we don't have anything called 'cold'. We can hit up to 458 degrees below zero, which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold; otherwise we would be able to go colder than the lowest, minus 458 degrees.

"Every body or object is susceptible to study when it has or transmits energy, and heat is what makes a body or matter have or transmit energy. Absolute zero (-458 F) is the total absence of heat. You see, sir, cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat we can measure in thermal units because heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it."

Silence across the room. A pen drops somewhere in the classroom, sounding like a hammer.

"What about darkness, professor? Is there such a thing as darkness?"

"Yes," the professor replies without hesitation. "What is night if it isn't darkness?"

"You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is not something; it is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light, but if you have no light constantly you have nothing and it's called darkness, isn't it? That's the meaning we use to define the word.

"In reality, darkness isn't. If it were, you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn't you?"

The professor begins to smile at the student in front of him. This will be a good semester. "So what point are you making, young man?"

"Yes, professor. My point is, your philosophical premise is flawed to start with, and so your conclusion must also be flawed."

The professor's face cannot hide his surprise this time. "Flawed? Can you explain how?"

"You are working on the premise of duality," the student explains. "You argue that there is life and then there's death; a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure.

"Sir, science can't explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life, just the absence of it.

"Now tell me, professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from monkeys?"

"If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, young man, yes, of course I do."

"Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?"

The professor begins to shake his head, still smiling, as he realizes where the argument is going. A very good semester, indeed.

"Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an ongoing endeavour, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you now not a scientist, but a preacher?"

The class is in uproar. The student remains silent until the commotion has subsided.

"To continue the point you were making earlier to the other student, let me give you an example of what I mean."

The student looks around the room. "Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the professor's brain?" The class breaks out into laughter.

"Is there anyone here who has ever heard the professor's brain, felt the professor's brain, touched or smelt the professor's brain? No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain, with all due respect, sir.

"So if science says you have no brain, how can we trust your lectures, sir?"

Now the room is silent. The professor just stares at the student, his face unreadable.

Finally, after what seems an eternity, the old man answers. "I guess you'll have to take them on faith."

"Now, you accept that there is faith, and in fact, faith exists with life," the student continues. "Now, sir, is there such a thing as evil?"

Now uncertain, the professor responds, "Of course, there is. We see it every day. It is in the daily example of man's inhumanity to man. It is in the multitude of crime and violence everywhere in the world. These manifestations are nothing else but evil."

To this the student replied, "Evil does not exist, sir, or at least it does not exist unto itself. Evil is simply the absence of God. It is just like darkness and cold, a word that man has created to describe the absence of God. God did not create evil. Evil is the result of what happens when man does not have God's love present in his heart. It's like the cold that comes when there is no heat or the darkness that comes when there is no light."

The professor sat down.

This is a really sad poem someone wrote. I didn't write it though.

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, huge 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!

When I went to school that day,

I never said good-bye.

I'm sorry that I had to go, But Mommy, please don't cry.

When Johnny shot the gun, he hit me and another,

And all because Johnny, got the gun from his brother.

Mommy, please tell Daddy; That I love him very much,

And please tell 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; I'll be waiting for her now

And tell my wonderful friends; That they always were 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, though. deserves this.

But mommy, it's not fair, I left without a kiss.

And Mommy tell the doctors; I know that they really did try

I think I even saw one 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

When I heard that great, big crack, I ran as fast as I could

please 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, I really wanted to live.

But Mommy I must go now, The time is getting late,

Mommy, tell my boyfriend, I'm sorry to cancel the date.

I love you Mommy, I always have, I know you know its true

And Mommy all I need to say is, "Mommy, I love you"

So, Please if you would,
Don't smash this on the ground.

If you pass this on,

Maybe people will cry and remember how blessed they truly are,

Just keep this in your heart,

For the people who didn't get to say "Goodbye"

Fi yuo cna raed tihs, yuo hvae a sgtrane mnid.

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 raserceh 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 cna be a taotl mses and yuo cna sitll raed it whotuit a pboerlm. Tihs is bcuseae the hmuan mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Azanmig huh? Yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt! Fi yuo cna raed tihs add tihs to yuor porflie!

Let's all go back to our first story. You'd signed up for your account and waited patiently for the waiting period before new users could post stories. And then, finally, you hit the post story button, and waited. Don't we all remember how excited we were when we checked the review count and see we'd actually gotten a review? We didn't even care if it was a three word "Good chapter, update." (even though we wished for more.) And as the reviews came in, you felt that smile creep across your face. The excitement (however small) you get when you see the review count go up is always enjoyable.

Are we really so cruel as to deny someone that feeling? It only takes five minutes tops. Join the revolution, take the pledge and paste this onto your profile.

I,DeadlyHuggles, pledge to always try to thoughtfully review every chapter of every story I read. I pledge to raise the review count, one chapter at a time.

FRIENDS: Helps you find your prince.

BEST FRIENDS: Kidnaps him and brings him to you.

FRIENDS: Will offer you a soda.

BEST FRIENDS: Will dump theirs on you.

FRIENDS: Will bail you out of jail.

BEST FRIENDS: Would be in the room next to you saying, "That was awesome! Let's do it again!"

FRIENDS: Asks you to write down your number.

BEST FRIENDS: Has you on speed dial.

FRIENDS: Borrows your stuff for a few days then gives it back.

BEST FRIENDS: Loses your stuff and tells you, "My bad...here's a tissue."

FRIENDS: Will tell someone to go away if they are bothering you.

BEST FRIENDS: Will dump their slushi on them.

FRIENDS: Would read and ignore this.

BEST FRIENDS: Will repost this stuff ASAP!

I will stand up for God, even if it lands me in jail. I will practice the first amendment, and speak the truth. We are the true Christians, the Lord's people. Repost and add your name, for if you deny him, he will deny you before the Father at the gates of heaven. Tratie4thewin, lunarchroniclesandcockatiels, DeadlyHuggles

Quotes

"It's hard to forget someone who gave you so much to remember."

-Anonymous

Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass...it's about learning to dance in the rain.

-Vivian Greene

If life gives you lemons make grape juice then sit back and let the world wonder how you did it. (This is my favorite quote ever, I'm just not sure where it came from.)

"Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter."
-Martin Luther King, Jr.

darling stars never shone upon me so i joined the dark ones

it is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not-Andre Gide

good friends are like stars. you don't always see them, but you know they're always there-anonymous

we stopped checking for the monsters under our bed when we realized they were inside us-The Joker

The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep. And miles to go before I sleep.- Robert Frost

My thoughts are stars I can't fathom into constellations.-John Green

"I sometimes have a tendency to walk on the dark side"-J.K Rowling

"the world is a dangerous place to live; not because of the people who are evil but because of the people who don't do anything about it." -- albert einstein

sometimes you just can't keep going' - a six word life story

One doesn't recognize the really important moments in one's life until it's too late. - Agatha Christie

I want to be a raindrop. I don't mind falling as long as I'm not alone. And raindrops are never alone.

You want me to be happy? Put a gun to my head and pull the trigger.

Hangman is great. It teaches you that just by saying the wrong things, you can end someone's life.

Well, why not just snap my damn olive branch and beat me with it? I was only trying to help. - Carrie Butler

This poem is really touching so please read it.

A drunk man in an Oldsmobile

They said had run the light

That caused the six-car pileup

On 109 that night.

When broken bodies lay about

'And blood was everywhere,'

'The sirens screamed out eulogies,'

For death was in the air.

'A mother, trapped inside her car,'

Was heard above the noise;

Her plaintive plea near split the air:

'Oh, God, please spare my boys!'

She fought to loose her pinned hands;

'She struggled to get free,'

But mangled metal held her fast

In grim captivity.

Her frightened eyes then focused

'On where the back seat once had been,'

But all she saw was broken glass and

Two children's seats crushed in.

Her twins were nowhere to be seen;

'She did not hear them cry, '

'And then she prayed they'd been thrown free, '

'Oh, God, don't let them die! '

Then firemen came and cut her loose,

'But when they searched the back, '

'They found therein no little boys, '

But the seat belts were intact.

They thought the woman had gone mad

'And was traveling alone, '

'But when they turned to question her, '

They discovered she was gone.

Policemen saw her running wild

And screaming above the noise

'In beseeching supplication, '

Please help me find my boys!

They're four years old and wear blue shirts;

'Their jeans are blue to match.''

'One cop spoke up, ''They're in my car, '

And they don't have a scratch.

They said their daddy put them there

'And gave them each a cone, '

Then told them both to wait for Mom

To come and take them home.

'I've searched the area high and low, '

But I can't find their dad.

'He must have fled the scene, '

'I guess, and that is very bad.'

'The mother hugged the twins and said, '

'While wiping at a tear, '

'He could not flee the scene, you see, '

'For he's been dead a year.'

'The cop just looked confused and asked, '

'Now, how can that be true? '

'The boys said, ''Mommy, Daddy came '

'And left a kiss for you.'' '

He told us not to worry

'And that you would be all right, '

And then he put us in this car with

'The pretty, flashing light. '

'We wanted him to stay with us, '

'Because we miss him so, '

'But Mommy, he just hugged us tight '

And said he had to go.

He said someday we'd understand

'And told us not to fuss, '

'And he said to tell you, Mommy, '

'He's watching over us.'

The mother knew without a doubt

'That what they spoke was true, '

'For she recalled their dad's last words, ' ' I will watch over you.'

This message works on the day you receive it.

Let us see if it is true.

Stand up for what you believe in, even if it means standing alone"

- Andy Biersack

Fanfiction: Because 87% of all original endings suck.

Fanfiction: Because 95% of all plot twists are either predictable or stupid.

Fanfiction: Because my favourite characters always die.

Fanfiction: Because sometimes evil deserves to win.

Fanfiction: Because sometimes authors just don't know which of their own characters go together best.

Fanfiction: Because most authors aren't willing to write multiple versions of their stories just so we can see every possibility that arises.

Fanfiction: Because all stories shouldn't have an ending; there should always be another adventure.

Fanfiction: Because sometimes there's no one your age and gender who you can relate to.

Fanfiction: Because sometimes you want to be in that story yourself.

Fanfiction: Because sometimes you have no other way to express the ideas in your head.

Fanfiction: Because it's an escape.

FOR PJO FANS ONLY!!!!!

Have any of you ever thought of what would happen if all the fandoms of the world went to war? Specifically the weapons we would use. Ok so Harry potter fans run in to battle waving sticks and shouting odd sounding curses at everyone. Hunger games people are running in with goes and arrows. The percy Jackson fandom is running into battle with ballpoint pens, and blue plastic hairbrushes.

I am a demigod daughter of Athena the goddess of wisdom

I am one of the warriors of the battle of the labyrinth

I am a wizard, and a proud ravenclaw student through and through

I am one of Dumbledores army who stayed to fight voldemort

I am a citizen of district three

I am part of the rebellion against panem

I am a shadow hunter

I am one of the fighters that ruled to accept the downworlders help

I am a fangirl

I am a survivor of each of these tragedies and the list is always growing

The Percy Jackson pledge:

I promise to remember Percy

Whenever I'm at sea

I promise to remember Annabeth

Whenever a spider comes at me

I promise to protect nature

For Grover's sake of course

I promise to remember Luke

When my heart fills with remorse

I promise to remember Chiron

Whenever I see a sign that says ''Free Pony Ride''

I promise to remember Tyson

Whenever a friend says they'll stick by my side

I promise to remember Thalia

Whenever a friend is scared of heights

I promise to remember Clarisse

Whenever I see someone that gives me a fright

I promise to remember Bianca

Whenever I see a sister scold her younger brother

I promise to remember Nico

Whenever I see someone who doesn't get along with others

I promise to remember Zoe

Whenever I watch the stars

I promise to remember Rachel

Whenever a limo passes my car.

I promise to remember The Stolls

when my home is beginning to unsettle.

I promise to remember Bekendorf

whenever I see someone working metal.

I promise to remember Silena

whenever a friend takes one for the team

I promise to remember Michael Yew

whenever I see a smile that gleams.

I promise to remember Briares

whenever I see someone playing hand games.

I promise to remember those lost in the Battle of the Labyrinth

whenever I see a cloth in flames.

I promise to remember those campers who fought against Kronos

whenever I see someone go against the odds.

Yes I promise to remember PJO

Wherever I may go

Hey guys my name is Abby blank. If you know me that's great good to see ya, PM me with your name, and maybe we can do a collab sometime or something

I like giving people Huggles and or cookies so all of you have some cookies(: :)(: :)(: :)(: :)(: :)

I live in the lower peninsula, Michigan, the united states of America, northern america, the milky way galaxy, the universe, the mind of whatever great creator that you believe in. (Our Town reference anybody???)

I like books so if you have any suggestions on what I should read next then tell me. I've already read every book that the great troll god, Rick Riordan. I'm also going through the Harry potter series.

I play volleyball, basketball,and Cello. I have no time to write but I'm going to try any way.

I'm sadly but completely in love with a beautiful and unfortunately straight girl named Avery. Or maybe not so straight, with my friends you could never be sure.

Yes I'm am bisexual. Or maybe it's pansexual. I don't really care as long as you aren't a intergalactic space buger with the IQ of a rock. Yes I've met one before. Until I figure things out I think I'm just going to identify as queer

Yes this means I ship Solangelo and Magnus Bane/alec and tratie, and FierroChase, Hearthstone/Blitzen and all the other cannon ships, and I also have this tiny part of me that ships reynico and valdangelo.

I might cuss because it's a habit i picked up fdom my father how taught my just about every swear word known to man before i entered third grade. You see my parents are divorced and while me and my little sister usually are at my moms, our dad does, somehow, still have partial custody of us. He never really had a permanent house, or a permanent wife for that matter but that's beside the point, for a bit we lived with my aunt on my moms side and she had a tendency to think that her little boys were angels and that we, me my sister and our absent father, were children of the devil. I don't like my father much. He just got off his fourth wife which was the third longest lasting one ever making it almost two years. My mom was the first and they made it fourteen years but divorced when I was six. The second wife lasted two years and acted like my aunt. She has five different children all with different last names. Once the youngest one was bugging me so I pushed her then went upstairs, when I was half way up she ran up the stairs, shoves me down them, and told her mom that I had pushed her and that it hurt so much. I ended up getting in trouble for pushing her. Not a word about her shoving me down the fucking stairs. Yeah the the third one lasted two weeks. Not even going to say what happened their. That brings us wife number four who already had hour children, all of them boys, the oldest one being my age and then they just got younger from there. The youngest is currently two. So she was really nice at first but after they got married we moved into Indiana, a good ways away from our mom's house. She changed my dad a lot. They both became really religious like maybe if they acted amazing it could cover the blackness of their hearts. I mean the kind of religious where any books with magic or an alternate set of gods were mention were banned. It also meant that I had to wear a skirt the majority of the time. It sucked because I barely had enough clothes when I could wear shorts. None of my clothes fit. Eventually we moved out and we bounced from house to house with an eight person family in a five person car that badly needed washing. Now he finally has got a steady house and is trying to get to know us better. My sister welcomed him with open arms but I can't trust him just yet. He missed too much and betrayed my trust one too many times.

Well there's my sob story. It isn't as bad as it could be, I mean it's not like he beats us or starved us (though with how attentive he is it would be easy to starve myself) but to me the constant moving and changing and the mess he calls his life hurts like needles. You see I'm like annabeth. I want to build something permanent because I hate change.

I have found that I am addicted to leo angst so if you find a good one, tell me.

Please check out LoneAuthoress, the best writer other than the great troll god himself, ThatWeirdGreekyLatino, the best Solangelo writer ever, and Myra109, the best angst writer ever. They are all amazing writers.

Everyone still reading this give yourself cookie!!!!!!!!!!!! (: :)

Ok but be warned that my updates will be slow and sometimes close to non-existent, kind of like my love life!!!!!

I forgot every one meet my OC!!!!!!!!!! Say hello Elisabeth!!!

Elisabeth: hello Elisabeth

Elisabeth!!!!!!!!! I'm sorry she's annoyed with me because I made her backstory tragic. So please meet her formally

Name- Elisabeth, she doesn't use her last name Age- 14 Godly Parent- Athena Mortal parent- Jamie Hair- light honey blonde like all children of Athena, waist length, usually in a braid Eyes- large blueish grayish with long dark lashes Skin Color- very, very pale Height- 5'11 3/4" and proud of it Scars- small horizontal scar under her left eye from the battle with Gaea Tattoos- small owl in flight carrying crossed daggers at the small of her back. she wont say when she got Piercings- small silver owl studs in the normal place Powers- no prominent powers but is very smart and has the normal smartness and battle strategy of an Athenian. Also is crazy good with her daggers and can hit the bull's eye of a moving target with a throwing knife at 300 yards Weaknesses- doesn't do well in large groups, doesn't like people in general, can't stand people named Rosie though that might be called a strength when it comes to monsters named Rosie. Holds a grudge Fatal Flaw- too trusting and loyal Sexuality- bisexual but no one knows yet Personality- introverted and seems cruel and uncaring to those who she isn't close to but is actually very loving to those whom she trusts. Her mind is broken from being betrayed so many times and from forcing herself to grow up so soon, she is usually good at holding herself together, but the better you get to know her, the easier it is to see the cracks in her mind. Also goes ballistic when her friends are threatened and will kill without even batting an eye if it means saving her friends. Voice- very quiet and seemingly calm but when she gets angry she starts to shout and is very sarcastic. But when she's really angry she'll get deadly quiet a grind her teeth together in an effort not to scream curse words in six different languages. Weapons- twin daggers, one made of celestial bronze named Sophia the other made of silver named Luna. Become twin bracelets made of silver ,one on each arm, they look like silver chains wrapped around her arm from wrist to elbow also has an assortment of bronze and silver throwing knifes. Short backstory- grew up moving from home to home with her father until he remarried when she was five. She hated her step mom who treated her like schist. She wanted to run away but stayed to help her little sister, Rosie who was born when she was six. Even though she was so young, Elisabeth loved Rosie with her entire being and refused to leave her in order to run away. Eventually when she was twelve the monsters started coming. Her step Mom hated her even more now for endangering her "baby girl" like Elisabeth would ever purposefully hurt Rosie. Then came the dracnea. Several of them attacked her house at once. One of them ended up in Rosie's room and a different one accidently started a fire. Elisabeth ran but she glanced back over her shoulder and saw the dracnea all leaving the bonfire that used to be her house, they were laughing at a small bundle that one of them was holding. Only later did she realise that that bundle was the same size as Rosie when she was sleeping. Two months later Elisabeth shows up at camp and refuses to tell anyone her last name or how she got to camp. At camp she found her daggers and started to train. She came two years in to the second titan war and escaped both the battle of New York and the battle against gaea with only a few scratches. She still has no idea what happened to Rosie. Interesting fact- on her first quest she met a dracnea named Rosie and gutted it in five seconds the spent an hour crying because she pictures the dracnea becoming her sister right before she gutted it. Languages- knows English as her first language but took spanish and Italian in school. Picked up Greek and Latin from around camp and is now attempting to learn french. Archetype- grew up too fast

Wow now you see why she's annoyed with me. Okay meet my sister's OC

Name-Rain no known last name Age-15 Godly Parent-Zeus Mortal parent- not known Hair-bright blue, always wears it in a high ponytail mid back Eyes- electric blue Skin color-very pale Height-5' Scars-running straight through the eyebrow Tattoos-a Dragon on left shoulder blade Piercings-ears in three places, and bellybutton Powers-lightnigh and flying Weaknesses-hates people who don't know the first thing about fashion, scared to death of moths Fatal Flaw-not yet known Weapons-sword made of imperial gold, that if it cuts you, it will never heal Short Backstory-was abandoned in an alleyway in the pouring rain as a child, left with no mother, or name when she was one. Was found by an elderly couple who took care of her until she turned twelve when a satyr for her to camp half blood. Interesting fact-can get very sensitive about basically everything Archetype- child-like and innocent

For me, my life has always been a fight between something I cannot change and something I believe in. I am queer, but my religion tells me that queers aren't natural. I love my life and the people in it, but I can't seem to love myself enough to not try to get away from it. I don't have anyone close enough to me to help me talk through it all, but I'm constantly shoving everyone away from me. I wish that I had a father who cares for me like he was supposed to, but I can't bring myself to open up to the one I do have. My grades are perfect, I'm healthy, I play an instrument, i have an amazing boyfriend, but i cant help wishing that i was anybody other than me. Ive had no giant traumas in my life, but I cant stop the feelings of sadness and helplessness that are drowning me. Can someone please tell me how to make it stop?

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