Hey. I'm Sunstreak (or Streak of the Sun), but you can call me Sunny. I'm thirteen and I live in Canada. I love to read and write. I play the violin and piano, and love listening to music. I also love to draw and paint. I absolutely adore computer-ing and using Photoshop and the like.

Facts About Me

• My favourite books are Warriors, Chaos Walking, The Hunger Games, Harry Potter, Dreamdark Alyzon Whitestarr, Bliss, and Tiger Moon

• My favourite book characters are Bellatrix (Harry Potter) and Spottedleaf and Jayfeather (Warriors)

• My favourite animes/mangas are Tsubasa RESERvoir CHRONiCLE, Death Note, +Anima, Yakitate!! Japan, and Phoenix Wright

• My favourite TV shows are Criminal Minds and The Mentalist

• My favourite movies are How to Train Your Dragon and Repo! the Genetic Opera

• My favourite bands are AFI and Green Day

• I hate Twilight with a passion

• I also hate Keshawithadollarsign with a passion

• ...I also hate Apple an even larger passion than the above two combined

If you can read this message, you are blessed, because over two billion people in the world cannot read at all:
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This is a poem that I think should be more widely-viewed:

My name is Chris.

I am 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 do a wrong

I can't speak at all

Or else im locked up

All day long.

When im awake im all alone

The house is dark

My folks aren't home

When my mommy does come home

I'll try and be nice,

So maybe I'll just get

One whipping tonight.

I just heard a car

My daddy is back

From Charlie's bar.

I hear him curse

My name is called

I press myself

Against the wall

I try to hide

From his evil eyes

I'm so afraid now

I'm starting to cry

He finds me weeping

Calls me ugly words,

He says its my fault

He suffers at work.

He slaps and hits me

And yells at me more,

I finally get free

And run to 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 its now much to late

His face has been twisted

Into a unimaginable shape

The hurt and the pain

Again and again

O please God, have mercy!

O 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 Chris

I am three,

Tonight my daddy

Murdered me.

IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILDABUSE, COPY THAT POEM INTO YOUR PROFILE!!