Hi. I’m Misplaced Angel (obviously!) and this is my beloved cough cough profile. I decided to renovate it because I’m sure you’re all quite sick of the old one.

On to the Important stuff:

WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING READING MY PROFILE?! Ahem, yes, I tend to have breakdowns like that. Ignore them for the sake of your own sanity. Mine is on Crack.

Seriously tho, are you a stalker? If so, I won’t tell you I’m a girl. Or that I’m a teenager in high school. Or that I live (quite literally) in the middle of nowhere. Hmm, I shouldn’t tell you my likes or dislikes either… but then, I figure boring you to death is a suitable punishment for stalking.

Harry Potter, Vampire Academy, Queen of Babble, Romeo and Juliet, Hamlet, Countless fictionpress stories are on the list of things I like. What I don’t like… well, that’s a rather long list… I think I should just stick to what I do like. It’s safer.

About me? Well, I have a family, 11 dogs (yes, 11. No, your eyes aren't playing tricks on you), 2 younger siblings. That enough for you?

Onwards!!

My beloved works of creativity, or stories for short. I have two of those. An AU twilight fic and and AU Harry Potter fic.

Summaries:

Venturing Towards the Unknown:

Isabella Swan was kidnapped when she was 4 years old from her father’s house by a group of mad but genius scientists. They experimented on her DNA until they completely changed her. 8 years later, she’s back and in full control of her new talents. But tragedy has always trailed her, ever since she broke out of the lab. Is Forks going to survive her? Or is everyone doomed?

On hold. 3 chapters posted. 4th is in writing… needs to be typed.

Looking for a Beta!! Any willing volunteers? Coughvictimscough.

The Life of a Metamorph:

Sierra Malfey is a metamorph, a very gifted one. She is surrounded by mystery and fear. Watch her grow up in Hogwarts, become Harry’s confidante and fall in love with the one person she couldn’t have.

On hold. 2 chapters up. 3rd chapter in writing… needs to be typed.

Looking for a Beta!! Any willing volunteers? Coughvictimscough.

Both stories are on hold because my muse has decided to desert me and I need a beta to look them over.

Updates: I have a link for Bella’s car: http://www.autobytel.com/images/2007/Lamborghini/Gallardo_Superleggera/400/2007_Lamborghini_Gallardo_Superleggera_11.jpg

And now for the entertaining part of my profile, Quotes! xD.

92 of the teen population would be dead if Abercrombie and Fitch said it wasn't cool to breathe. Repost this if you are one of the 8 who would be laughing your ass off.

Ninety-eight of teenagers have tried smoking pot. If you're one of the two percent who hasn't, copy this and paste it in your profile.

Ninety-five of the kids out there are concerned with being popular and fitting in. If you're part of the five percent that aren't, copy this, put it in you profile, and add your name to the list. AnimeKittyCafe, Hyperactivley Bored, Gem W, Bara-Minamino, Tsuyu Mikazuki, Weasel Chick, Revenant666, dragonsroar, foxdude33, FallenLex, Soelle, Misplaced Angel.

Weird is good, strange is bad, and odd is when you don't know which to call someone. Weird is the same as different, which is the same as unique, than weird is good. If you are weird and proud of it, copy this onto your profile Ebony Rayne, Misplaced Angel.

I didn't write the poem below!

Her name was Auroura
She was only five
This is what happened
When she was alive

Her dad was a drunk
Her mom was an addict
Her parents kept her
Locked in an attic

Her only friend
Was a little toy bear
It was old and worn out
And had patches of hair

She always talked to it
When no one's around
She lays there and hugs it
Not a peep of sound

Until her parents
Unlock the door
Some more and more pain
She'll have to endore

A bruise on her leg
A scar on her face
Why would she be
In such a horrible place?

But she grabs her bear
And softly cries
She loves her parents
But they want her to die

She sits in the corner
Quiet but thinking,
"God, why? Why is
My life always sinking?"

Such a bad life
For a sad little kid
She'd get beaten and beaten
For anything she did

Then one night
Her mom came home high
The poor child was hit and slapped
As hours went by

Then her mom suddenly
Grabbed for a blade
It was sharp and pointy
One that she made

She thrusted the blade
Right in her chest,
"You deserve to die
You worthless pest!"

The mom walked out
Leaving the girl slowly dying
She grabbed her bear
And again started crying

Police showed up
At the small, little house
They quickly barged in
Everything was as quiet as a mouse

One officer slowly
Opened a door
To find the sad little girl
Lying on the floor

It must have been bad
To go through so much harm
But at least she died
With her best friend in her arms

Now that I have sufficiently bored you to tears, you are encouraged to read my stories. :D Or... browse through my favourites... Anyways, Enjoy, Read and Review!