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 Author has written 1 story for Het Huis Anubis/House of Anubis. HI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! For people that hate stereotypes: If you think people should just shut up and stop, put this on your profile. (BOLD the ones you are.) I'm SKINNY, so I MUST be anorexic. I have ARTISTIC TALENT, so I MUST think little of those who don't. 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 girlfriend on a cell phone or regular phone. I am the girl that hasn't been asked out in a year. 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 compliment), who loves reading and writing and doing the things that no one seems to have the time to do any more, who loves and is obsessed with Twilight (or Harry Potter), 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. If you've been on the computer for hours on end, reading numerous fanfictions, copy this onto your profile, and add your name to this list: danyan, Zutara Lover, Black'n'red'Butterfly, Enrica(real name)(i always change my penname)(tehehehe) I'veComeToTakeYourCheese, Vampire Scooby, Alannaswarrior, SpottedLilly (about 24 hours now not counting the few hours of sleep), Alleyanna Cullen,hugz.4.all.the.emo.boyz, WritingRocks6 (hoo yeah), GlindaFied26, XxXpurplelilyxXx Bookluvrxoxo, Daydreamer897, The Friendly Chupacabra, Shorty and KG Inc.(:D), Ice wolf13, AlyxtheDarkWanderer, BellaSwan321, Bookworm614, lukexthaliaxfan23, charn14 (look for me, you know you want to…), allyouneedislove1797, Hoa1fan I am: I am the girl that doesn't go to school dances, or games, and when I am forced to 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 with not many friends, but the ones I have are just like me, or they would call me a freak, too. I am the girl who has never been asked out, and doesn't care, 'cause she thinks she's too young anyways. BUT I am also the girl who knows and is proud to be who she is, doesn’t care if people call her weird or a geek for being a grade and a half ahead(it's a compliment), who loves reading and writing and dancing and drama and doing all the things that no one seems to have the time to do any more, who loves and is obsessed with book characters, who can express herself better with words on a page than with spoken words or with actions, and knows the importance of the little things I'm someone people like to talk to when everyone else has abandoned them. I'm neither popular nor unpopular, and I don't care about being either. I'm different and I like it. I like who I am and don't judge myself too harshly. I am the kind of girl who talks to herself when there is no one else to talk to, narrating her life or making up a story as she walks alone down the street. I am the kind of girl who would rather read than do athletics any day of the week. I am the girl who pretends not to be sad, just to make others happy. I am the girl who writes to escape. I am the girl who sticks to her values no matter how uncool it makes her. I am the girl who won't give in. I am the girl who won't give up. I'm the girl who isn't dancing, just jumping up and down screaming the lyrics. I'm the girl who every no's her name, for good or for bad. I'm the girl that if you call my friend a brat i WILL say something. I'm the girl that will slap you if you push me. I'm the girl that speaks my mind, whether you like it or not. I'm the girl that you don't wanna be on her bad side. I'm the girl that doesn't take crap from anyone. BUT i''m also the girl that carries a book in her purse. Im the girl who thinks boys aren't worth my heart, because who gives away their heart to be broken? This is weird, but interesting! If you Random Stuff to Copy (\)_(/) If you have a ridiculously long profile, copy and paste this onto your profile to make it longer. If you love rain, copy and paste this into your profile If you have ever yelled at the book you were reading because the characters did something stupid post this on your profile PLEASE READ. 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 Mummy...Johnny brought a gun to school Ifyour English teacher ever told you to stop reading in class, copy and paste this into your profile. If you ever proved your teacher wrong, copy and paste this into your profile. If you randomly start talking/singing/dancing, copy and paste this into your profile. If talking to yourself is a common thing, copy and paste this into your profile. If you'd rather read than do sports, paste this into your profile. 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 realised 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. Month One Mommy Month Two Mommy Month Three You know what Mommy Month Four Mommy Month Five You went to the doctor today. Month Six I can hear that doctor again. Month Seven Mommy Every Abortion Is Just . . . One more heart that was stopped. If you're against abortion, re-post this. Fabian: That was seriously scary. It's eyes were glowing and looking at me and ugh! Nina: Fabian you got it! Fabian: I'm so sorry! "I will not give up. Not on the quest, and certainly not on you." (Fabian Rutter, House of Anubis) Falls off his chair in amazement." (Alfie, House of Anubis) Amber: Ket means fire, or place of fire. Nina: ...Reverse that, and what do you get? Amber: Fire of place? Nina: Amber, what am I standing right next to? Amber: The fireplace. Ohhh! "Despite all the screaming, I trust you." (Nina Martin, House of Anubis) Fabian: Well, of course! Ket, inferno, place of fire! Nina: Okay, English please? Fabian: Inferno, hell. The clue means down in...hell. Fabian: Why are you dressed as a duck? I will not give up. Not on Sarah, on the quest and certainly not on you-Fabian You genius, genius, genius, genius girl!-Fabian Nina: Victor keeps on looking at me with his pointy face. Fabian: I think that's just his usual look. Fabian: Nina, you look.. 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? Repost this if you truly believe in God. If you are wondering what it would be like to have wings, copy and paste this into your profile Ifyour English teacher ever told you to stop reading in class, copy and paste this into your profile. If you ever proved your teacher wrong, copy and paste this into your profile. If you randomly start talking/singing/dancing, copy and paste this into your profile. If talking to yourself is a common thing, copy and paste this into your profile. If you'd rather read than do sports, paste this into your profile. Ifyour English teacher ever told you to stop reading in class, copy and paste this into your profile. If you ever proved your teacher wrong, copy and paste this into your profile. If you randomly start talking/singing/dancing, copy and paste this into your profile. If talking to yourself is a common thing, copy and paste this into your profile. If you'd rather read than do sports, paste this into your profile. |
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