I will not disclose any really personal information about myself. So for fan fiction uses you can call me Ellie if you feel like it. If not, then you can use my pen name.

Personal Info

I have shoulder length brown hair that has red and blond tints

my eyes change color depending on what i'm wearing, but are usually either blue or green.

I am 21

I love to dance

I hate wearing skirts and dresses

I love to read!

My favorite books are:

The Inheritance Cycle

Percy Jackson

Harry Potter

39 Clues

My favorite color is tied between blue and green

my favorite T.V shows are:

avatar; the last air-bender

x-men evolution

Naurto

Ouran Highschool Host Club

Static Shock

Phineas and Ferb

Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D

The 100

Once Upon a Time

my favorite movies are:

all the x-men ones

R.E.D.

night at the museum

National treasure

Sorcerers Aprentice

Newest Obsession:

HAMILTON!!!!

yeah. so I'm a geek and I know it. You got a problem with that? huh?... didn't think so!

I am currently working on two stories for fan fiction but haven't gotten around to posting them yet. they are for avatar: the last airbender and the Inheritance Cycle. I have no clue when I will start posting these so don't bug me about it. I know who will and I know where you live! So don't even think about it!

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 of teenagers will not stand up for God, and 93 of the people that read this won’t repost it?

Just because you were born in '97 doesn't mean you're a 90's kid. It's not like you could remember the original Simpsons. I am sorry, but three conscious years of the 90's just wont cut it. You're a 90's kid if...
you remember watching Doug, Ren & Stimpy, Pinky and the Brain, AAAAAAAH Real Monsters!, Rocko's Modern Life, Animaniacs, Gargoyles.
You've ever ended a sentence with the word "PSYCHE!"
You just can't resist finishing this... "in west Philadelphia born and raised..."
You remember Step by Step, Family Matters, Dinosaurs, Boy Meets World.
You remember when it was actually worth getting up early on a Saturday to watch cartoons.
You remember reading Goosebumps.
You still get the urge to say "NOT" after (almost) every sentence... not.
When everything was settled by rock-paper-scissors or "bubble gum, bubble gum in a dish" or Ms. Mary Mack.
When kick ball was a daily activity.
When we used to obey our parents.
You used to listen to the radio all day long just to record your FAVORITE song of ALL time on a tape.
You remember when Super Nintendos and Sega Genesis became popular.
You remember the ORIGINAL Game Boy.
You always wanted to send in a tape to America's Funniest Home Videos... but never taped anything funny.
You remember watching The Magic School Bus, Wishbone, Reading Rainbow, and Ghostwriter on PBS.
You remember when Yo-Yos were cool.
You remember those Where's Waldo? books.
You remember eating Warheads and Splashers Gum.
You remember watching the 1st Batman, Aladdin, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Ghostbusters.
You remember Ring Pops.
If you remember when every thing was "da BOMB!"
You remember boom boxes vs. CD players.
Making those little paper fortune cootie catcher things, and then predicting your life with them.
You played and/or collected "Pogs."
You had at least one Tamagotchi, GigaPet, or Nano and brought it everywhere.
One word... Trolls.
Windows 95 was the best.
You watched the original cartoons of Rugrats, Wild Thornberrys, Power Rangers, Rocket Power.
All your school supplies were "Lisa Frank" brand.
You collected those Beanie Babies.
You remember Carebears.
Lambchop's song never ended.
Silver dollars, which were cool to have.
Everyone watched the WB.
If you even know what an original Walkman is.
You know the Macarena by heart.
"Talk to the hand" ...enough said.
You went to McDonald's to play in the Playplace.
You remember playing on merry go rounds at the playground.
Before the MySpace frenzy . . . Before the Internet & text messaging ... Before Sidekicks & iPods ... Before PlayStation3 or X-BOX 360 ... Before Spongebob ... Before Tupac was shot.
When light-up sneakers were cool.
When you rented VHS tapes, not DVDs.
When gas was 95 cents a gallon.
When we recorded stuff on VCRs.
You had slap bracelets!
You actually played outside until it was dark!
Way back. Before we realized all this would eventually disappear. Post this in your profile if you remember these days (at least ten)...
If you actually just read all that, copy and paste this into your profile.

25 ways to annoy someone in an elevator
1. When there's only one other person in the elevator, tap them on the shoulder and then pretend it wasn't you.
2. Push the buttons and pretend they give you a shock. Smile, and go back for more.
3. Ask if you can push the button for other people, but push the wrong ones.
4. Call the Psychic Hotline from your cell phone and ask if they know what floor your on.
5. Hold the doors open and say your waiting for a friend. After a while, let the doors close, and say, "Hi Greg. How's your day been?"
6. Drop a pen and wait until someone goes to pick it up, then scream, "That's mine!"
7. Bring a camera and take pictures of everyone in the elevator.
8. Move your desk into the elevator and whenever anyone gets on, ask if they have an appointment.
9. Lay down the twister mat and ask people if they would like to play.
10. Leave a box in the corner, and when someone gets on, ask them if they can hear ticking.
11. Pretend you are a flight attendant and review emergency procedures and exits with the passengers.
12. Ask, "Did you feel that?"
13. Stand really close to someone, sniffing them occasionally.
14. When the doors close, announce to the others, "It's okay, don't panic, they open again!"
15. Swat at flies that don't exist.
16. Tell people that you can see dead people.
17. Call out, "Group Hug!" and then enforce it.
18. Smack your forehead and mutter, "Shut up, all of you, just shut up!"
19. Crack open your briefcase or purse, and while peering inside, ask, "Got enough air in there?"
20. Stand silently and motionless in the corner, facing the wall, without getting off.
21. Stare at another passenger for a while, then announce in horror, "Your one of THEM!" and back away slowly.
22. Wear a puppet on your hand and use it to talk to the other passengers.
23. Listen to the elevator walls with your stethoscope.
24. Make explosion noises when anyone presses a button.
25.When someone walks in hold out your hand and say Merry Christmas.
If you just read all of this copy and paste it to your profile.

Please read-true story (not me)

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 after all, 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 with out 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 news paper 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 news paper 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 for ever. 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, or 2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart

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