Hey guys!

I am a girl.

I go crazy over:

Divergent

The Fault in Our Stars

The Hunger Games

Doctor Who

Maximum Ride

Chocolate(Dauntless) Cake

Eggplant

I will not tell you the list of things I don't like.

I hope that someday, people will learn to update their stories more often(Thanks to to those who do)!!!!!!!!!!!!

I wish people would comment more.

I like pink, turquoise, and black.

I like neon colors.

I am a fangirl.

A girl and a guy were speeding on a motorcycle at 100 MPH on a highway

Girl: Slow down, I'm scared.

Guy: No, this is fun.

Girl: No it's not, please, it's so scary.

Guy: Then tell me you love me.

Girl: I love you, slow down.

Guy: Now give me a big hug.

She gave him a big hug.

Guy: Can you take my helmet off & put it on yourself, It's really bothering me.

The next day in the newspaper, a motorcycle crashed into a building due to brake failure. Two people were in the crash, but only one survived. The truth was that halfway down the road the guy realized that the breaks weren't working, but he didn't want the girl to know. Instead, he had her hug him and tell him she loves him one last time. Then he had her put his helmet on so that she would live, even if it meant that he would die. If you would do the same for the person you love, copy this in your profile.

Sweetness

This is really sweet...

When a girl is quiet, a million things are running through her mind.
When a girl is not arguing, she is thinking deeply.
When a girl looks at you with her eyes full of question, she is wondering how long you will be around.
When a girl answers "I'm fine." after a few seconds, she is not fine at all.
When a girl stares at you, she is wondering why you are lying.
When a girl rests her head on your chest, she is wishing for you to be her's forever.
When a girl wants to see you everday, she wants to be pampered.
When a girl says "I love you." she means it.
When a girl says "I miss you." nobody could miss you more than that.
Life only comes around once, so make sure you spend it with the right person.
Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, and calls you back when you hang up on him.
The guy who will stay awake just to watch you sleep.
Wait for the guy who kisses your forehead,
Who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats.
The one who holds your hand in front of his friends and is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you and how lucky he is to have you there for him.
The one who turns to his friends and declares "That's her." If you read this, you have to repost it, guy or girl, or you will have bad luck for the rest of your life.
If you repost this, in five minutes your true love will call or message you.
Tonight at midnight, they will realize that they love you.
Something good will happen at approximately 1:42 pm tomorrow, and it could happen anywhere.

So get ready for the biggest shock of your life.
If you don't repost this, you will be cursed with relationship problems for all of eternity.

Fanfiction is a site for people who have been called at least one of the following- Weirdo, Loner, Nerd, Lick, Geek, Shy, Silent, Creepy, Crazy, Insane, Eccentric, Psycho, Odd, Mental or Different.

Fanfiction is a site for girls who are desperately in love with a non existent guys. (Because they're the best kind...)

Fanfiction is a site for people who've ever compared their classmates to characters from books.

Fanfiction is a site for those of us who can't express ourselves in life.

Fanfiction is a site for people talk to themselves... a lot.

Fanfiction is a site for people who laugh at jokes that no one else gets.

Fanfiction is a site for people who get funny looks for reading in class.

Fanfiction is a site for people who admire the guy who tries to be different.

Fanfiction is a site for people who say long words that other people don't normally understand.

Fanfiction is a site for people aren't afraid to sit alone and read at lunch.

Fanfiction is a site for girls who don't need guys to complete them.

Fanfiction is a site for people who ditched reality and went for something different.

Fanfiction is a site for people who hang onto dreams.

Fanfiction is a site for people who are different, but don't care because, they know it's who they really are.

Dear bullies,

See that boy doing his homework in homeroom?

Last night his friend talked him out of suicide.

See that girl you just called fat?

She is starving herself.

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.

See that boy you called stupid?

He attempted suicide last night.

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

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92 percent American teens (I'm Australian but I would still be laughing) would die if Abercrombie and Fitch told them it uncool to breathe. Copy this into your profile if you would be in the 8 percent laughing their butts off at the others.

If you have ever zoned out for more than five consecutive minutes, copy this into your profile.

There's nothing wrong with arguing with yourself. It's when you argue with yourself and LOSE when it's weird. If you agree, copy this and put it in your profile.

Did you know the average American only reads 3 books a year? If you don't believe that it's even possible to read that little, copy and paste this onto your profile.

If you have ever run into a tree, copy this to your profile.

If you have ever fallen up the stairs, copy and paste this into your profile.

95% of all teens would panic if they saw 1D/Edward Cullen/Justin Bieber/Miley Cyrus/other on top of a skyscraper about to jump. Copy and paste this into your profile if you are one of the 5% that would grab some popcorn, drag over a chair, and shout: "DO A FLIP!"

If you think being unique is cooler than being cool, copy and paste this to your profile.

If you have ever seen a movie or show or read a book so many times that you can quote it word for word, and you do at random moments, copy and paste this in you're profile.

If you have ever read past two in the morning, copy and paste this to your profile.

A large percent of writers don't know the difference between "your" and "you're". If you're one of the ones who does know and fights the urge to slap those who don't, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you are listening to music right now, copy and paste this into your profile.

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

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.

Now you have 2 choices:

1) Repost this message.

2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart

If you repost this within the next 5 min. something major that you've been wanting will happen.

This is scary!

The phone will ring right after you repost.

Girls don't realize these things:

I'm sorry
that I bought you roses
to tell you that I like you

I'm sorry
That I was raised with respect
not to sleep with you when you were drunk

I'm sorry
That my body's not ripped enough
to "satisfy" your wants

I'm sorry
that I open your car door,
and pull out your chair like I was raised

I'm sorry
That I'm not cute enough
to be "your guy"

I'm sorry
That I am actually nice;
not a jerk

I'm sorry
I don't have a huge bank account
to buy you expensive things

I'm sorry
I like to spend quality nights at home
cuddling with you, instead of at a club

I'm sorry
I would rather make love to you than just screw you
like some random guy.

I'm sorry
That I am always the one you need to talk to,
but never good enough to date

I'm sorry
That I always held your hair back when you threw up, and didn't get mad at you for puking in my car,
but when we went out you went home with another guy

I'm sorry
That I am there to pick you up at 4am when your new man hit you and dropped you off in the middle of nowhere,
but not good enough to listen to me when I need a friend

I'm sorry
If I start not being there because it hurts being used as a door mat, only to be thrown to the side when the new jerk comes around

I'm sorry
If I don't answer my phone anymore when you call, to listen to you cry for hours, instead of getting a couple hours of sleep before work

I'm sorry
that you can't realize...I've been the one all along.

I'm sorry
If you read this and know somebody like this
but don't care

But most of all

I'm sorry
For not being sorry anymore

I'm sorry
That you can't accept me for who I am

I'm sorry
I can never do anything right, and nothing that I do is good
enough to make it in your world.

I'm sorry
I caught your boyfriend with another girl and told you about it, I thought that was what friends were for...

I'm sorry
That I told you I loved you and actually meant it.

I'm sorry
That I talked to you for nine hours on Thanksgiving when your boyfriend was threatening you instead of spending time with my family.

I'm sorry
That I cared

I'm sorry
that I listen to you at night talking about how you wish you could have done something different.

Ladies always complain and gripe to their friends that there is never any good guys out there, and they always end up with jerks who mistreat them. Well ladies, next time you're complaining, maybe look up to see who you're complaining to, maybe that special someone is right there hanging on your every word as usual, screaming in his head "Why won't you give me a chance?"

Because the person you are usually searching for is right by you.

If you're a guy and you agree with this letter, copy and paste into your profile as 'I'm sorry'.

If You're one of the FEW girls with enough GUTS to copy and paste this into your profile, and you would never make your guy feel this way, copy and paste into your profile as 'Girls Don't Realize These Things'.

This is a true story. A girl died in 1933. A man buried her while she was still alive. The murderer chanted "Toma Sota Balcu". Now that you have read the chant, you will meet the little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this on your profile she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded.

My name is Molly 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 it’s 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 it’s 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 Molly And I am but three, Tonight my daddy, Murdered me.

child abuse, MAKE IT STOP!

Now you have two choices

1) repost and show you care

2)ignore it and you have just proven you have a low-down, cold-heart

That boy you punched in the hall today? Commited suicide a few minutes ago

The boy you called lame? He has to work every night to support his family.

That girl you pushed down the stairs the other day? She's already being abused at home.

That girl you called fat? She's starving herself.

The old man you made fun of because of his ugly scars? He fought for our country.

The boy you made fun of for crying? His mother is dying.

You think you know them. Guess what? You don't!

Repost this if you are against bullying.I bet 99% of you won't ,but repost this if you are the 1% with a heart

FRIENDS AND BEST FRIEND

FRIENDS: Never ask for anything to eat or drink.

BEST FRIENDS: Helps themselves and are the reason why you have no food.

FRIENDS: Call your parents by Mr. and Mrs. and Grandpa, by Grandpa.

BEST FRIENDS: Call your parents DAD and MOM and Grandpa, GRAMPS!

FRIENDS: Would bail you out of jail.

BEST FRIENDS: Would be sitting next to you sayin "DAMN!"

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: Only know a few things about you.

BEST FRIENDS: Could write a very embarrassing biography on your life story...

FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing.

BEST FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowds ass that left you

FRIENDS: Would knock on your front door.

BEST FRIENDS: Walk right in and say "I'M HOME."

FRIENDS: You have to tell them not to tell anyone.

BEST FRIENDS: Already know not to tell.

FRIENDS: Are only through high-school /college. (aka: drinking buddies)

BEST FRIENDS: Are for life.

FRIENDS: Will help me find my way when I'm lost.

BEST FRIENDS: Will be the one messing with my compass, stealing my map and giving me bad directions

FRIENDS: Will help me learn to drive.

BEST FRIENDS: Will help me roll the car into the lake so I can collect insurance.

FRIENDS: Will help me up when I fall down.

BEST FRIENDS: Will point and laugh because she tripped me.

FRIENDS: Will go to a concert with me.

BEST FRIENDS: Will kidnap the band with me.

FRIENDS: Hide me from the cops. BEST FRIENDS: Are probably the reason they’re after me in the first place.

FRIENDS: Lets me make an idiot of myself in public.

BEST FRIENDS: Are up there with me making an idiot out of themselves too.

FRIENDS:will comfort you when he rejects you.

BEST FRIEND:will go up and ask him, "It's because you're gay, isn't it?"

Hunger Games pledge :

I promise to remember Rue

When mockingbirds’ songs wake me

I’ll think of Foxface every time

I eat a strange new berry

If my little sister pets a goat

I promise to think of Prim

And if my best friend acts depressed

Then Gale; I’ll think of him

When I toss some wood in the fire

I’ll think of Katniss every time

And I’ll always think of Peeta

When my birthday cake’s sublime

The Capitol will cross my mind

When someone is unfair

I’ll be sure to think of Clove

Each time I pretend to care

I’ll always think of Glimmer

If someone’s pretty, but a dunce

And Thresh will occupy my mind

If I spare someone, something… Once

Whenever I watch a reality show

I will think of the Hunger Games

I’ll sure imagine Haymitch

If someone calls me names

I swear to think of Cato

When I’m homicidally inclined

I’ll make sure I think of Effie

When there’s nothing on my mind

I swear to remember the Hunger Games

And Catching Fire too

It’s important to think of the characters

But they’re NOT mine (So, Collins, don’t sue!)

We are a FourTris (fortress)

With walls you can't bust

Nothing can get through

Not water, nor rust

Only Roth can conquer the bonds

And that she did

She killed the blonde

In memory of Beatrice 'Tris' Prior

With love, the Divergent Fandom

"Forget the haters, cause somebody loves ya"- Miley Cyrus, We Can't Stop

"The more I try, the less it's worth it"- Jessie J, Who You Are

"It's too cliché, I won't say I'm in love"- Meg, I won't say Im in love

"Said no more counting dollars, we'll be counting stars"- OneRepublic, Counting Stars

"Look into my eyes, it's where my demons hide"- Imagine Dragons, Demons

"Im just a girl, all pretty and petite, so don't let me have any rights"- No Doubt, Just A Girl

"I wanna see you be brave"- Sara Bareilles, Brave

"That perfect girl is gone!" - Let it Go, Elsa, Frozen (In my case she was never there)

I am the girl that doesn't go to school dances, or games, and when I do go, I sit in a corner and read a book. I am the girl that people look through when I say something. I am the girl that spends most of her free time reading, writing, or doing other activities that most teenagers wouldn't call normal. I am the girl that people call weird and a freak either behind my back or to my face. I am the girl that doesn't spend all her time on MySpace, or talking to a friend on a cell phone or regular phone. I am the girl that hasn't been asked out. I am the girl that has stopped to smell the flowers and jump and splash in the rain. BUT I am also the girl who knows and is proud to be who she is, doesn’t care if people call her weird (it's a natural occurrence, I personally agree with them), who loves reading and writing and doing the things that no one seems to have the time to do any more, who hates and isn't obsessed with Twilight, who can express herself better with words than actions, who doesn't need a guy to complete her, and knows the importance of the little things. Copy and paste this onto your account, and add your name to the list, if you are anything like me, so the girls who are different and unique can know in their weakest time that they are unique but not alone.: FaerieRose13, WanderingShadowlight, Rosie Luvs Choccie,PrincessOfWisdom-AnnabethChase, Gallifrey Dweller, ElmoDaHorse,R Spark, HelloImOZ, Fangirl127, SK92DIVERGENT,

Ninety-five percent of the kids out there are concerned with being popular and fitting in. If you're part of the five percent who aren't, copy this and put it in your profile.

You Know You're a Writer When...

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

You have the last chapters of a story done before even thinking of the characters names. (I plan the endings first for some reason)

You often imagine your books becoming movies.

Spell check is your best friend

You give even the smallest of characters a huge background. (I can't really deny it)

You hesitate before killing off one of your favorite characters. (How do people like Veronica Roth do it?)

You smile really big when you are going to finally write a character love scene.

Every time you read something, you make your own story of the same thing (that's copying!).

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

Not being able to write is like not being able to pee to you... you just can't hold it in for so long.

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

You have to tell at least one person your whole story before it's even written. (Yup. I usually tell my Finnick poster about them. Or I just have a long conversation in my head in the middle of class. When I do the second option I start laughing uncontrollably and everyone looks at me strange)

Things that are written badly annoy you and make you want to re-write it better. (Yes! I remember one year I was partnered up with one of my friends for a project and her grammar and punctuation. Was. So. Bad! She didn't even capitalize her sentences! I spent like 3 class periods just correcting her work!)

You laugh at jokes you wrote yourself. (Thus people looking at me strange in classes)

You can spell words like 'troublesome' but can't spell 'the' half the time. (All. The. Time.)

If you are not writing or typing, your fingers are moving constantly. (Yup! What are fingers for?!?)

You talk to yourself... constantly. (Honestly I scare people when walking past them in the hallway)

When you have to write some sort of story in class, you get carried away. (So, we have this class that is history and English combined and we had to write a children's book on a site called storyjumper using a character from a book we read this year and a place we learned about in the history portion and I completely forgot the original goals of writing these and just started writing this novel like book. Seriously, school is over for me and I'm still not done it.)

You would rather die than use words like 'good' or 'nice' and etc. (Honestly that depends on how I'm using those words)

You put off the last chapter of a story simply because you don't want it to end. (Cliché? My school assignment? Yeah. That's me.)

You start to cry when writing about a death or other depressing event you knew was coming, and you are the one writing it. (I don't cry but I would if I had to pull a Veronica Roth. Can you tell I'm still mad at her? The toughest girl in my grade cried when it happened. I HOPE YOUR HAPPY VERONICA!!!! YOU BROKE HER!!!!)

When on a roll, you will ignore hunger, sleepiness, or the urge to pee until you run out of ideas. (Same thing with reading)

If a story, movie, show, etc. finishes without closure, you have a powerful need to write a suitable ending. (Yeah I do, but I don't)

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. (My pencil looks like an old straw at this point)

You are in love with the Thesaurus. (Who isn't?)

You dream about your stories.

You dream of new stories.

You often revisit some of your old stories. (Rereading Cliché brings back memories... from a few months ago.)

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

You would rather talk to the voices in your head than the person sitting next to you. (Yeah, we get along much better)

You would rather write than go out. (I'm sorry friends, but partying with my thoughts and characters will always be more fun)

Your/you're and their/there/they're are errors that send you into an apoplectic fit. (OMG! YES!)

You get upset if you don't get to write.

You've heard/seen something, and thought, I need to write that down.

You wake up in the middle of the night and scrabble for a pen and paper you keep next to your bed to write down a scene to make the voices be quiet so you can get some sleep.

Getting the scene finished is more important than coffee, the bathroom, or food.

A blank wall becomes the screen where the scene you're writing takes place right in front of your eyes.

You can't write because you're mad at one of your characters. (Yea.)

You start to laugh out loud in public at what something your character might say.

Even though you try your hardest to resist, you often correct your own grammar on IM.

You talk to yourself about talking to yourself too much. (Sometimes when people walk past me, I think I scare them. Then I laugh maniacally and say "Good.")

Your family/friends have come to the ignore the habit of your talking to yourself.

You've apologized out loud to a character after doing something horrible to them.

When you write your character's expressions, you find yourself copying them. (Lol, yes.)

True Facts About Me:

I'm a vegetarian :3

I don't like peanut-butter

I wear glasses

I ship Fourtris ( srsly, Fourtris is love, Fourtris is life

Fanfiction is a site for people who have been called at least one of the following- Weirdo, Loner, Nerd, Lick, Geek, Shy, Silent, Creepy, Crazy, Insane, Eccentric, Psycho, Odd, Mental or Different.

Fanfiction is a site for girls who are desperately in love with a non existent guys. (Because they're the best kind...)

Fanfiction is a site for people who've ever compared their classmates to characters from books.

Fanfiction is a site for those of us who can't express ourselves in life.

Fanfiction is a site for people talk to themselves... a lot.

Fanfiction is a site for people who laugh at jokes that no one else gets.

Fanfiction is a site for people who get funny looks for reading in class.

Fanfiction is a site for people who admire the guy who tries to be different.

Fanfiction is a site for people who say long words that other people don't normally understand.

Fanfiction is a site for people aren't afraid to sit alone and read at lunch.

Fanfiction is a site for girls who don't need guys to complete them.

Fanfiction is a site for people who ditched reality and went for something different.

Fanfiction is a site for people who hang onto dreams.

Fanfiction is a site for people who are different, but don't care because, they know it's who they really are.

Read this it's hilarious

Uriah: Okay, let's begin, Candor or Dauntless?

Augustus: What's Candor?

Isaac: I can't see anything

Prim: What's Dauntless?

Tris: Don't you guys know? The five factions.

Peeta: Whats a faction? And there are twelve

Katniss: No, we have districts and there are actually thirteen Peeta

Hazel: No, we live in a normal world.

Tris: I thought we had a war and everything else was destroyed, except for Chicago.

Four: I'm confused

Hazel: Wait, factions? Districts? What the heck?

Gale: Have you escaped the fence yet?

Zeke: You have a fence too? Ours is heavily guarded, and we don't know what's out there.

Katniss: Oh, our fence is just a broken electricity one and we've been outside.

Peeta: Don't tell them that they could be working for the Capitol!

Augustus: What's the Capitol?

President Snow: it's the most amazing place in all of the districts.

Katniss: Get out of here I am the mockingjay and I should have shot you instead of President Coin!

Katniss: *shoots President Snow and he leaves*

Tris: Presidents? We have leaders, but most of them are jerks like Jeanine

Prim: Jeanine? That sounds like something Buttercup growled while choking

Christina: Buttercup? I am so confused

Peeta: Who wants some bread? *holds up newly baked piece of bread*

Tris: NO NO NO! GET THAT AMITY BREAD AWAY FROM ME

Uriah and Zeke: I WANT IT GIMMEE *snatches bread of Peeta*

Four: NO THAT IS NOT A GOOD IDEA

Uriah and Zeke: *spits out bread* This is not amity bread, do you have any dauntless cake?

Peeta: Dauntless Cake? I just bake normal cake

Four: I like cake

Peeta: Cake is good

Tris: ...

Will: Why are we even here?

Marlene: I have no idea

Clove: KNIFE KNIFE MOTHERF*CKASSS!

Katniss: CLOVE HAS A KNIFE, GET HER FINNICK!

Finnick: *stabs clove with trident*

Lynn: Now that's not bloody at all...

Tris: Oh, I know someone like that! Peter! He and Clove would make a good couple.

Cato: No way Beotch, I already have her!

Peter: You called Tris?

Tris: Peter go away!

Four: Don't make me punch you!

Everyone: *fights each other with special weapons*

Isaac: WTF I GOING ON I CANT SEE ANYTHNG!

Hi, my name is Amy Bruce. I am 7 years old, and have severe lung cancer. I also have a tumor in my brain,from repeated beatings. Doctors say I will die soon if this isn't fixed, and my family can't pay the bills. The Make A Wish Foundation has agreed to pay 7 cents for every time this message is sent on. For those of you who send this along, I thank you so much, but those of you who don't send it, what goes around comes around. Have a heart. Re-send this, help her.

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.

Now you have 2 choices:

1) Repost this message.

2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart

If you repost this within the next 5 min. something major that you've been wanting will happen.

This is scary!

The phone will ring right after you repost.

Dauntless Manifesto

"We believe that cowardice is to blame for the world’s injustices. We believe that peace is hard-won, that sometimes it is necessary to fight for peace.

But more than that:

So I go to McDonalds to get a drink when I see this fat girl bullying a mentally disabled kid. So I walk up to her.
Me: You know that can happen to any of us, right?
Girl: Well God gave me a mouth to speak with so I'm going to use it
Me: Yeah? Well God gave you a mouth to eat too, but you abused that privilege, didnt ya?
Girl: -Speechless-
Me: Wipe that ketchup off your chin, too.
Girl: -Wipes chin-
Me: No, your other chin

I'm that girl

The one that likes books 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 who won't give up.

Copy and Paste if you can relate to this.

At age 8, your dad buys you an ice cream. You thanked him by dripping it all over his lap.

When you were 9 years old, he paid for piano lessons. You thanked him by never even bothering to practice.

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

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

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

When you were 13, he suggested a haircut that was in fashion. You thanked him by telling him he had no taste.

When you were 14, he paid for a month away at summer camp. You thanked him by forgetting to write a single letter.

When you were 15, he came home from work, looking for a hug. You thanked him by having your bedroom door locked.

When you were 16, he taught you how to drive his car. You thanked him by taking it every chance you could.

When you were 17, he was expecting an important call. You thanked him by being on the phone all night.

When you were 18, he cried at your high school graduation. You thanked him by staying out partying until dawn.

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

When you were 25, he helped to pay for your wedding, and he told you how deeply he loved you. You thanked him by moving halfway across the country.

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

And then, one day, he quietly died. And everything you never did came
crashing down like thunder on YOUR HEART. If you love your dad, post this on your profile

Legend, and a lot of other books I don't feel like naming.

What A Boyfriend Should Do:

When she walks away 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's quiet...

Ask her what's wrong.

When she ignores you...

Give her you FULL attention.

When she pulls away...

Pull her back.

When you see her at her worse...

Tell her she is beautiful.

When you see her start to cry...

Just hold her and don't say a word.

When you see her walking...

Sneak up from behind 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 the night.

When she teases you...

Tease her back and make her laugh.

When she doesn't answer you for a long time...

Reasure her that everything is alright.

When she looks at you with doubt..

Back yourself up.

When she says that she likes you...

She really does...more than you understand.

When she grabs at your hand...

Hold hers and play with her fingers.

When she bumbs into you..

Bump her back and make her laugh.

When she tells you a secret...

Keep it safe and untold.

When she looks into 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 'it's over'...

She still wants you to be hers.

When she re-posts this bullentin...

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 okay...

Dont believe her and talk about it because 10 years from know...

she will remember you.

Call her at 12:00...

Just 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 with her All night when she's sick and watch her favorite TV show or Movie with her...

even if you think it is stupid.

Give her the world...

and let her wear your clothes.

When she's bored and alone...

Hang out with her.

Let her know how important she is to you...

and kiss her in the pouring rain.

When she runs up to you crying the first thing you say is...

"Who's ass am I kicking, babe?"

If you post this in the next four minutes...

The one you love will:

Call you.

Kiss you.

Love you

Life only comes around once, so make sure you spend it with the right person.
Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, and calls you back when you hang up on him.
The guy who will stay awake just to watch you sleep.
Wait for the guy who kisses your forehead,
Who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats.
The one who holds your hand in front of his friends and is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you and how lucky he is to have you there for him.
The one who turns to his friends and declares "That's her." If you read this, you have to repost it, guy or girl, or you will have bad luck for the rest of your life.
If you repost this, in five minutes your true love will call or message you.
Tonight at midnight, they will realize that they love you.
Something good will happen at approximately 1:42 pm tomorrow, and it could happen anywhere.
So get ready for the biggest shock of your life.
If you don't repost this, you will be cursed with relationship problems for all of eternity.

MONKEYS LIKE BANANAS!

Repost this:

They Hurt Her.

Carmen Winstead was a young girl who died when she was pushed down the sewer by five girls she thought were her friends. Carmen was 17 years old when her parents decided to move to Indiana. Her father had lost his job and the only way he could find new employment was by moving to a new state. The relocation caused a lot of problems for Carmen. She had to leave her friends behind and attend a whole new school in Indiana. Carmen had a hard time making friends when she changed schools. It was the middle of the school year and most of the students had no interest in befriending the new girl. Initially, she spent many days alone, walking from class to class without speaking to anyone, but she eventually started hanging around with a group of five other girls. Carmen thought these girls were her friends, but it wasn’t long before she discovered that they had been talking about her behind her back and spreading vile rumors. When she confronted them, the girls turned on her and began bullying her every day, making her life a misery. They started out calling her names, but then the bullying got much worse. One day, she left her school books in the classroom at break time. When she returned, she found someone had taken a sharpie and written dirty words all over her books. Another day, she opened her bag and discovered someone had poured yoghurt all over the insides. Sometimes, she would come to school and find her locker had been vandalized. The final straw came when she put on her coat at recess and found that someone had stuffed dog poop in her pockets. There and then, Carmen decided that she couldn’t take the bullying any longer.

She planned to stay behind, that evening, after school, and tell her teacher what had been happening. Unfortunately, her decision came too late to save her life. After lunch, her teacher announced that the school was holding a fire drill. When the alarm sounded, Carmen and the other students filed out of the classroom and assembled in the yard outside. As the teachers read out the roll call, the gang of five girls decided that this was a great opportunity to embarrass Carmen in front of the whole school during the fire drill. They moved over to where Carmen was standing, near a sewer drain, and began crowding the poor girl, getting in her face and nudging her towards the open manhole. They pushed her and she tripped over and fell head-first down the manhole. When they saw her falling, the girls started giggling and when Carmen’s name was called out, they shouted "She’s down in the sewer!" All of the other students began laughing. But when the teachers looked down the manhole and saw Carmen’s body lying at the bottom in the muck and the poop, the laughter abruptly stopped. Her head was twisted around at an odd angle and her face was covered in blood. Worse still, she wasn’t moving. There was nothing any of the teachers could do for her.

Carmen was dead.

When the police arrived and went down into the sewer, they determined that she had broken her neck. Her face had been torn off when she hit the ladder on the way down and her neck snapped when she landed on her head on the concrete at the bottom. The police hauled Carmen’s body out of the sewer and sent her to the mortuary. Everyone had to stay behind after school while the police questioned all of Carmen’s classmates. The five girls lied to the police, saying they had witnessed Carmen falling down the sewer. The police believed the girls and Carmen Winstead’s death was ruled an accident and the case was closed. Everyone thought that was the last they would hear of Carmen Winstead, but they were wrong. Dead Wrong. Months later, Carmen’s classmates began receiving strange e-mails on their MySpaces. The e-mails were titled "They Pushed Her" and claimed that Carmen hadn’t really fallen down the sewer, she had been pushed. The e-mails also warned that the guilty people should own up and take responsibility for their crime. If they didn’t there would be horrible consequences. Most people dismissed the e-mails as a hoax, but others were not so sure.

A few days later, one of the girls who pushed Carmen down the sewer was at home taking a shower, when she heard a strange cackling laugh. It seemed to be coming from the drain. The girl started to freak out and ran out of the bathroom. That night, the girl said goodnight to her mom and went to sleep. Five hours later, her mom was awoken in the middle of the night, by a loud noise that resounded throughout the house. She ran into her daughter’s room, only to find it empty. There was no trace of the girl. The worried mother called the police and when they arrived, they conducted a search of the area. Eventually, they discovered the girl’s grisly remains. Her corpse was lying in the sewer, covered in muck and poop. Her neck was broken and her face missing. It had been completely torn off. One by one, all of the girls who pushed Carmen that day were found dead. They had all been killed in exactly the same way and were all found at exactly the same spot. In the sewer at the bottom of the same uncovered manhole where Carmen had met her doom. But the killing didn’t stop there. More and more of Carmen’s former classmates were found dead. It seemed that anyone who didn’t believe that Carmen had been pushed, was eventually found down in the sewer with their necks broken and their faces torn off. They say that Carmen’s ghost is still on the rampage, hunting down anyone who doesn’t believe her story. According to the legend, Carmen will get you, whether it’s from a toilet, a shower, a sink or a drain. When you go to sleep, you’ll wake up in the sewer, in complete darkness, paralyzed, unable to move, hearing cackling laughter all around you. Then, as you scream in horror, Carmen will come and tear your face off. So be careful who you bully, because you just might find yourself on the receiving end of the curse of Carmen Winstead.

FACT: About two months later, 16-year-old David Gregory read this post and didn't repost it. When he went to take a shower, he heard laughter, started freaking out, and ran to his computer to repost it. He said goodnight to his mom and went to sleep, but five hours later, his mom woke up in the middle of the night from a loud noise and David was gone. A few hours later, the police found him in the sewer, with a broken neck and the skin on his face peeled off. Even Google her name- you'll find this to be true. If you don't repost this saying "They hurt her," then Carmen will get you, either from a sewer, the toilet, the shower, or when you go to sleep, you'll wake up in the sewer, in the dark, then Carmen will come and kill you. They hurt her...

Bananas like monkeys!!!

Bananas like monkeys!!!

Bananas like monkeys!!!