Hello everyone, my name is Hope Happens.

I'm just your average girl that lives in the US. I personally want to live in New York, but for now...I live in boring ol' Virginia.

I love New York. In fact, I was born there...I don't know why my parents wants to live here.

Anyways, heres some facts about me.

Name: Megan, but you can call me Meg (just like that girl on Family Guy.)

Age: 15

Favorite Drink: Apple Juice.

Favorite Saying(s): "When you get to the end of the rope, tie a knot and hang on." -Franklin D. Roosevelt.

And.

"We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars." -Oscar Wilde.

Favorite Snack: Chips.

Animal: Rabbits, their so cute!

Random: Very.

Music: Serj Tankian (The guy from System Of A Down.), Disturbed, Ne-Yo, Five Finger Death Punch, and much more...I just don't feel like writing them out, and I'm sure you don't want to read this stuff.

What type of stories I write about: Basically, I'll write anything that I'm really interested in. I like a lot of things, so I'll be writing a lot of different things. I'll probably mostly write about iCarly? I don't know.

Well, I'm about to end my profile bio thingy, I don't want it to get too long. So before I stop writing, I like to thank the reviewers, people who favorite my stories/alert, and people who put me on their favorite authors list

Thank you!

~Hope Happens~

(Now here are those annoying copy and paste thingys)

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.

Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it

Girls
are like
apples on trees.
The best ones are
at the top of the tree.The
boys don't want to reach
for the good ones because they
are afraid of falling and getting hurt.
Instead, they just get the rotten apples
from the ground that aren't as good,
but easy. So the apples at the top think
something is wrong with them, when in
reality, they're amazing. They just
have to wait for the right boy to
come along, the one who's
brave enough to
climb all
the way
to the top
of the tree