Hello, my lovely fellow readers and writers! I'm going to tell you people the basics about myself:

Age: Young

Height: Short

Name: You can call me Kitty or Kit-Kat or Nicole... (None of these are my real name, just so you know)

Favorite color: Okay, I don't know why everyone seems to hate this question... But it's gotta be lilac.

Favorite food: Chinese

Favorite weapon: Binder (This is an inside joke between me and a bunch of friends... If you wanna hear the story, let me know, and I'll gladly post it...

Personality: I'm not exactly outgoing, but I'm not shy either... Um... I tend to do whatever I need to in order to protect those I care about, and I love my family. I tend to make threats, but USUALLY they're empty threats that I would never actually act upon (keyword here: USUALLY).

Home: An apartment with my "sister" Makayla (a.k.a. Makaykay, M)

School: College

What else is there...?

Hobbies: Reading and writing poetry/books

Now, possible stories/Ideas:

1. "The Abused and the Bullied": Yugi Moto, the new kid in Domino, North Carolina and a normal teen – for the most part. Yami Sennen, the wealthy god of Domino High and the most wanted guy in school. Both are homosexual, but one is bullied while the other is treated like anyone else, except better. When Yugi and Yami meet, will they finally learn to trust again? Will Yugi rely on someone other than big sister Amaterasu? And, of all things, will they finally let go of the past and their families? {Co-written with PaRaDiCe93, will be posted on my account.}
2. "Last Kiss": This will be based around Taylor Swift's song of the same title and told from Yugi's point of view. I will also be trying to get Nickey (co-writer of The Abused and the Bullied) to do a part of it after I finish where Yami comes back (probably after Yugi's death after the last entry) and Yugi's father hands him the diary and tells him that Yugi is the only reason he is alive. This idea has become a definite thing as I am halfway through. I am currently writing it. Excerpt from beginning: "I have a confession: I was in love with another guy... His name was Atem Sennen, and we met in Tennessee. I was new to the country, having lived in Japan for my whole life. He came from a foreign family, too, but he had lived there his whole life. I nicknamed him "Yami" since he seemed to be my darker half. We were complete opposites, but we were also similar somehow. I remember the look on his face all those years ago. We were 16, and he had a tendency of being rebellious while I followed along to try to keep him out of jail. I remember one of these beautiful scenes perfectly..."
3. Sword of the Night": When Yugi Moto, an escaped priest of Valhalla who has spent the last few years of his life as the Emperor's lover, runs to his country's bordering and leaves, he meets up with his previous lover and the rightful heir to the throne. Together and with the help of their closest and most trusted friends, will the two men survive and take back the throne of Valhalla, giving it back to the rightful Emperor, Atem "Yami"?
4. "Eternally Alone": This will be a rather... depressing story, should I do it. It might have a shipping in it - Puzzleshipping if so - but it will definitely not focus on that. Summary: Yugi Moto didn't know what was happening... One minute, there he was in his Mother's arms, the next, she was no longer his mom... She was a monster, a hater, a killer... A destroyer... Why does it always have to be he who suffers? Why not that rich, pretty boy at school - Adam, or whatever his name is...
5. "Fairynapped": Though prettier and far more beautiful than the rest, Yugi was an average, small town girl with a fiery spirit and refusal to depend on any man or woman to make her happy. When she is kidnapped by the fairies of her childhood, all of that starts to change. She must learn to fight beings of magic without magic of her own, and she discovers that she has a disease. If she does not become a fairy by the winter solstice - three weeks away - she will die. And all because her father was a dark fairy... Excerpt will be added once first three chapters are written.

This WILL be added to as time goes on!!

So, a few of my stories are based off of poems I've written. Usually, the poem will be put into the story, but if you want to see them without the story, all I ask is that you don't claim them as your own due to the time and effort put into them. Anyway, here they are:

Blind Society[The Bullied and the Abused]

How did society become so blind?
Blind to bullying and blind to abuse
Blind to poverty, blind to starvation
Blind to those who need a little help
And those whose parents have left

Why is it that I cannot be a doctor?
Is it because I'm a girl?
Is it because of the clothes on my back?
Is it the shoes on my feet?
Or is it the money you think I don't have?

Did you know people expect little from me?
Because I'm smaller than most?
Since when does height determine capabilities?
Has gender always determined occupation?
This is my life, this is my choice

Did you know people bully me?
Because I'm modest?
Because I've never dated, never kissed?
Because I find school enjoyable?
Because I have few friends?

Well, a bit of FYI for teens:
You don't have to show off to make friends
You don't have to date and kiss to be nice
You can enjoy getting away from home!
You can value QUALITY over QUANTITY

Did you see that girl on the street?
Shivering and cold and wet and dirty?
Her mom lost her job because she's a woman.
Dad died in a car accident years ago
They live on the streets, begging for money

She hasn't eaten in a few days
She takes care of her little sister
And waits for her mom to come back
Hoping for a nibble on some food
Praying for a place to spend the night

Do you see that boy who smiles in class?
He says that bruise on his cheek
Came from falling down the stairs
But father came home drunk last night
That bruise is from his fist

Behind that smile he hides his tears
He wants to tell, but his dad he fears
Under that shirt, he hides more bruises
This pain is getting so old
His heart has become cold

Do you notice those twins in the back?
Everybody judges them wrongly
Because they only talk to each other
But are you aware?
That they are in foster care?

Their parents died in fear
One cold night last year
A drunk driver ran a red light
Dad died on impact
Mommy survived the night

Acknowledge the boy in the library
While he studies day and night
To get good grades
And avoid a fight
She needs a friend to talk to

She struggles all the time
But fears to ask for help
Mom won't try to assist
Daddy isn't home tonight
Why don't you go help her?

We live in a blind society
Filled with bullying and abuse
Filled with poverty and starvation
Filled with those who need a little help
And those who have no family

How did we get this way?
Why did it get so far?
Is it too late to ask for help?
Is there a way to save the day?
Will you help get us where we need to be?

Okay, so this poem has some editing that needs to be done so it fits into the story. BUT BUT BUT BUT BUT you are looking at the unedited version, in other words: the version I showed my mom. This is the official version that I would use if I were to publish it...

Hey, guys. I just wanted to let you know that from 10/28/16 to around 12/25/16, I will be traveling the world. I won't be able to update, so TAATB is on a temporary break. I love you all, but my friend's grandmother just died and she's sending us on a trip around the world. Who knows? Maybe I will see some of you in the countries I visit... Loves ya, Kitty.

11/12: So there was a change of plans. Things happened and now we should be home by the 2nd of December. YAY!!! I have to finish a chapter for TAATB but once I do we can go ahead and publish 5. I'm sorry for the sudden trip (I would have told y'all ahead of time, but my friend's grandmother DIED people! If I had known that would happen I would have stopped it!

12/16: Hey, guys! Updates for TAATB will slow back down... Nickey says we're catching up to ourselves to fast, and I've been having some... health issues, I guess? Oh, calm it down! It isn't anything life threatening. It's more ... I have constant pains (headaches, mainly) and I have been super exhausted... Stupid doctors making me get up at eight in the morning... Stupid M, waking me up at eight in the morning.

12/25: Merry Christmas, world! Nickey is mean... But sorry for the lack of updates recently... I am on vacation, and will update as soon as I wake up the day after tomorrow. We go home tomorrow... Again, Merry Christmas! I am going to play the new guitar people bought me! Peace!

Hey, guys! So, I just got a new email specifically for FFN. If you have any questions for me and I don't answer a pm, you can contact me at: [email protected] I'll get back to you as soon as I can, and if you need someone to talk to, I'm right through the screen. No joke; I'm being literal. You will rarely catch me off my phone unless I'm at work. And don't expect an immediate response. It takes time for me to see emails, and the only person I can promise to answer as immediately as possible to is Nickey(PaRaDiCe93... I think that's her username... Ask her what it is... She's writing TAATB with me... But you probably already know that...)

I am the girl that didn't go to school dances, or games, and when I did go, I sat 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(because they have phones and have become too lazy to get off their asses and do something for once), who loves and is obsessed with anime (it was originally Twilight, but someone changed it to Maximum Ride because Twilight is over-rated, then someone changed it because they're both over-rated), 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. Copy and paste this onto your account, and add your name to the list, if you are anything like me, so the girls who are different and unique can know in their weakest time that they are unique but not alone.: Iheartjake1220, FaerieRose13, Dancer4Life15,Marigold Winters, SparklingTopazEyes, 7HockeyStarVampireObsessed7, emmettcullendisorder, SeekDreamsAndFindHope, Hiddenfilly, Kavyle, Ranko twin, The AnimationTeller, Love Exists Where Unexpected

You know you're a writer...

-If you talk to yourself.
-If you talk to yourself about talking to yourself (i.e. ‘I wonder why I talk to myself so much?’)
-If, when you talk to yourself, you sometimes speak as if talking to another person (i.e. ‘Okay, so have you ever noticed that the word ‘deliver’ could mean removing someone’s liver?’)
-If, after uttering a profound piece of wisdom like that above, you stare at the cookie in your hand in awe and say, ‘Wow, this is good stuff for sugar highs!’
-If you live off of sugar and caffeine.
-If people start to notice that you tend to check your e-mail every day for a week, then suddenly disappear off the face of the planet.
-If your e-mails tend to be pages long and incredibly random.
-If, when replying to someone else's e-mail, you are sometimes so random that you fail to address the original message altogether.
-If you tend to collect the Bic Stics people leave lying around, kind of like picking pennies off the ground.
-If, no matter where you are in your room, you never have to so much as get up to reach a pen/pencil and paper.
-If the letters are starting to wear off on the keys of your keyboard.
-If people think you might have A.D.D.
-If you think it’d be cool to have A.D.D.
-If you start constantly talking in third person, past tense.
-If you think about making lists like this, and start giggling for no ‘apparent’ reason.
-If your friends don’t even bother to look funny at you anymore when you start giggling for no apparent reason.
-And finally, the number one way to tell if you’re a good writer: If you worship English.

Copy and Paste this if you're a writer.

Favorite Quotes (From songs, family, friends, my own poetry, et cetera):

"I'm forced to fake a smile, a laugh everyday of my life. My heart can't possibly break when it wasn't even whole to start with." -Because of You, Kelly Clarkson

"It seems to me that all I can see is nothing but a memory." -Invisible or Incapable, Makayla Harris & Me, About Fathers

"I crash like broken glass when no one's around." - Scream, Katie Armiger

"I see a broken heart that has been taped back together and broken again." - The True Story, Me, About Me

"Sometimes, memories sneak out of my eyes and roll down my cheeks." - Google, Some Random Person, About tears

"She fakes a smile and says she's okay, but in reality she barely made it through the day." - Google, Some Random Person

"Sticks and stones may break my bones, aimed with angry art; words can hurt like anything, but silence breaks the heart." - Kaysee

"Whoever said 'sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me' is clearly one of the world's biggest idiots. Words sting, they burn, they hurt like hell. Sticks and stones? They're nothing. I can get over that pain. But words? They stick in my mind forever, never leave. Now, go on and throw words at me. I dare you. I won't show you it hurts - if anything, I'll throw them right back at you - but damn it hurts." - Mama, About Words

"Her heart is made of crystal, and so many people have tried to steal it that she put an ugly stone wall up, hoping to protect it." - Me, About Me