'Sup, people?! Jeez, I'm honored you came to see my pro, since I'm new(ish) here and all. I have experience with fanfiction, and writing, but I'm not gettin' into that. First things First.

Name: My penname's Anonymous Athlete for a reason, here!!

Age: Oh, who knows, between 1-100.

Gender: I'm a female. (Thought I'd better state that.)

Location: Somewhere with alot of animals, USA

About Me: I am an athlete (softball, track, basketball, volleyball), and I enjoy reading and writing. I don't know how much time I'll be able to spend here on fanfiction, but whatevs.

Fav. Books: MaxRide, Phantom Stallion, Wild Horse Island, Margaret P. Haddix, A child called It series, Chicken Soup.

I am proud to be a Republican, and a Sarah Palin supporter. Unlike most of these people out here, I don't see what's so great about Barack Obama, and I don't care that it's not 'cool' to be a Republican.

Here's my personality traits. Tough, Sarcastic, Outgoing, Athletic, Active, Smart, Prissy (not, JK), Straight-forward. Not mean, just what you call, right to the point. I basically say what I think, and it's not always a good thing.

Month one

Mommy
I am only 8 inches long
but I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
Every time I hear it
I wave my arms and legs.
The sound of your heart beat
is my favorite lullaby.

Month Two

Mommy
today I learned how to suck my thumb.
If you could see me
you could definitely tell that I am a baby.
I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though.
It is so nice and warm in here.

Month Three

You know what Mommy
I'm a boy!
I hope that makes you happy.
I always want you to be happy.
I don't like it when you cry.
You sound so sad.
It makes me sad too
and I cry with you even though
you can't hear me.

Month Four

Mommy
my hair is starting to grow.
It is very short and fine
but I will have a lot of it.
I spend a lot of my time exercising.
I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes
and stretch my arms and legs.
I am becoming quite good at it too.

Month Five

You went to the doctor today.
Mommy, he lied to you.
He said that I'm not a baby.
I am a baby Mommy, your baby.
I think and feel.
Mommy, what's abortion?

Month Six

I can hear that doctor again.
I don't like him.
He seems cold and heartless.
Something is intruding my home.
The doctor called it a needle.
Mommy what is it? It burns!
Please make him stop!
I can't get away from it!
Mommy! HELP me!

Month Seven

Mommy
I am okay.
I am in Jesus's arms.
He is holding me.
He told me about abortion.
Why didn't you want me Mommy?

Every Abortion Is Just . . .

One more heart that was stopped.
Two more eyes that will never see.
Two more hands that will never touch

Two more legs that will never run.
One more mouth that will never speak.