Name: Bella The Mighty And Powerful

Age: Guess

Place of Living: On a deserted island somewhere

I love you

Rules of Survival:

1. Sometimes, the people who mean you harm are the ones who say they love you.

2. Fear is your friend. When you feel it, act.

3. Protect the little ones.

4. If you coped before, you can cope now.

5. Always remember: In the end, the survivor gets to tell the story.

If you are so obsessed with Harry Potter that it is NOT even funny anymore, copy this into your profile

If you've ever asked a really stupid, obvious question, copy and paste this one your profile.

If your friends are considering torturing you to stop you talking about a fictional character, copy and paste this onto your profile

If you are in love with a fictional character, copy and paste this onto your profile

DON'T GO HATING SLYTHERINS!

If you have ever cried when your favorite character died/almost died, copy and paste this into your profile

If you like to root for the bad guys in movies/TV shows, copy and paste this into your profile

You know something sad? I know more about Harry Potter than american History

Never knock on Death's door, ring the doorbell and run away, he hates that.

My friends are the type of people who would try to drown a fish, but I love them anyway

'I used to have superpowers, but my therapist took them away'

'you're just jealous because the voices only talk to me'

If you dare to say the Dark Lord's name, copy and paste this into your profile.

"Penguins!! They steal your sanity one brain cell at a time!!"

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Paste the bunny on your profile and join the dark side!

Your perfect little girl dropped a grade on her report card
Your perfect little girl yelled at you last night
Your perfect little girl talked back to you again
Your perfect little girlturned out all the lights

Your perfect little girl painted her nails black
Your perfect little girl cries herself to sleep
Your perfect little girl slit her wrist until she bled
Your perfect little girlmade promises she could not keep

Your perfect little girl was broken by a boy
Your perfect little girl doesn’t go to church
Your perfect little girlwas told that she’s a toy

Your perfect little girl hates the things you do
Your perfect little girl had a bad day today
Your perfect little girl has given up on life
Your perfect little girlwants to run away

Your perfect little girl thinks she overweight
Your perfect little girl won’t let you dry her tears
Your perfect little girl won’t listen to your word
Your perfect little girlno longer hides her fears

Your perfect little girl is no longer happy
Your perfect little girl hates the world she lives in
Your perfect little girl tried to commit suicide
Your perfect little girlhas deep cuts along her skin

Your perfect little girl stays out a bit too late
Your perfect little girl has been called a whore
Your perfect little girl has become a disgrace
Your perfect little girl isn't so perfect anymore

I'm the kind of girl who laughs at horror movies, then screams at the top of her lungs when the toast pops up.

Excerpt from a dog's diary

8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!

10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 PM – Milk bones! My favorite thing!
1:00 PM - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 PM - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!

5:00 PM – Dog food for dinner! My favorite thing!
7:00 PM - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 PM - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 PM - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

Excerpts from a Cat's Diary.

Day 983 of my captivity.
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.

They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomited on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am.

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage...

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.

The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now...