"Do I look normal to you now?"

I am a 12 year old (almost 13) fangirl who loves books almost as much as I love breathing.

Most of these stories I wrote back when I was 11 or so, so if the first few chapter suck a lil' don't freak, okay? It's just cause I haven't gotten around to fixing it up yet, but don't you worry;) Lauren'll get there soon enough!

ummmm what else should I put?

Ya know if you don't like my stories don't read them, but if you like them please review!

If you have anything special or anything for me to hear or any suggestions PM me!

Also, for all of you "readers" I have a normal story account (on wattpad) so if you want to check out my account it's Lauren101247! Hopefully you all will find something to enjoy on there (I write a lot, haha) so any feedback on those stories are also appreciated! thanks loves!

I am the kind of girl who:

No one really gets,

No one really likes,

Spends way to much time on the computer,

Loves hunting,

Will specifically tell you if I don't like ya,

Who spends her nights writing fanfictions,

Who dreams of a world where I am understood,

Hates pink,

Freaks out when my favorite songs play,

Will threaten to stab you in the eye with a mechanical pencil if you bug me,

Is way to loud for society,

I am a girl who is true to herself.

The Percy Jackson pledge:

I promise to remember Percy whenever Im 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 remembe Rachel whenever a limo passes my car.

yes, I promise to remember PJO wherever I may go

HATE ME IF YA WANT BUT YOU WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO BREAK ME

Annabel Lee

It was many and many a year ago,

In a kingdom by the sea,

That a maiden there lived whom you may know

By the name of Annabel Lee;

And this maiden she lived with no other thought

Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,

In this kingdom by the sea,

But we loved with a love that was more than love—

I and my Annabel Lee—

With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven

Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,

In this kingdom by the sea,

A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling

My beautiful Annabel Lee;

So that her highborn kinsmen came

And bore her away from me,

To shut her up in a sepulchre

In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,

Went envying her and me—

Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,

In this kingdom by the sea)

That the wind came out of the cloud by night,

Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love

Of those who were older than we—

Of many far wiser than we—

And neither the angels in Heaven above

Nor the demons down under the sea

Can ever dissever my soul from the soul

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side

Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,

In her sepulchre there by the sea—

In her tomb by the sounding sea.

this will always remind me of percy and annabeth, except annabeth lives because she is a mystical badass

We might kiss when we are alone
When nobody's watching
We might take it home
We might make out when nobody's there
It's not that we're scared
It's just that it's delicate

So why do you fill my sorrow
With the words you've borrowed
From the only place you've known
And why do you sing Hallelujah
If it means nothing to you
Why do you sing with me at all?

We might live like never before
When there's nothing to give
Well how can we ask for more
We might make love in some sacred place
The look on your face is delicate

So why do you fill my sorrow
With the words you've borrowed
From the only place you've known
And why do you sing Hallelujah
If it means nothing to you
Why do you sing with me at all?

So why do you fill my sorrow
With the words you've borrowed
From the only place you've known
And why do you sing Hallelujah
If it means nothing to you
Why do you sing with me at all?

Soldatino Nico's Lullaby

Guarda come marcia questo soldatino
Con il casco in testa verso l'obiettivo
Prenderà la mira dentro al suo mirino
E farà fuoco non sapendo chi è il vero nemico

Guarda come spara queste soldatino
Forse non lo sa che ha solo un cannoncino
Perché non è un gioco ed il suo contributo
Legittimerà ogni sporco soldo speso
E invece del grano noi regaliamo solamente piombo
A questi poveri che senza pane
Condividono le strade di un destino infame
Donne, vecchi, bambini dentro al pentolone
Sono i figli dell'odio che dovrà venire

A loro! Nessuno lo saprà spiegare
Da loro! Dovrebbero ricominciare
Ai grandi che poi tanto grandi non sono
Ma l'altra campana non vogliono sentire

Vorrei un mondo in cui non aver bisogno di proteggermi dal resto
Dalle pallottole invisibili

Cercherai la guerra e nelle trincee
Scoprirai lo scoppio delle bombe vere
Dimenticherai presto le simulazioni
E vedrai l'effetto della guerra sui civili
Rivaluterai l'essere in un soldatino
La tua divisa come quella di Arlecchino
Naso di legno, cuore di stagno, sei un burattino
Riciclo un passo che mi sembra calzi a pieno
La tua libertà non vale un cazzo se la togli ad altri

Sono tutti lì in televisione
Ma se cambi canale non li puoi vedere
La metafora di quello che poi ti succede
Quando ignori una cosa che non vuoi guardare
Gli effetti di una coltivata devianza
Violenza per molti diventa una manna
Separa la luce da ciò che ti inganna
In quello passiamo cercare risposta

Vorrei un mondo in cui non aver bisogno di proteggermi dal resto
Dalle pallottole invisibili