Just a little bit about me: luv Pride and Prejudice, i am so much alike Elizabeth (hence the name E.B.isme) we both are stubborn, are studiers of character, are teazing, like to do things that will shock people, are unconventionally pretty, and enjoy follies and inconsistencies. I even love the dialect used in Pride and Prejudice, (i try to imitate it as best i can). I am 15 yrs old, in 10th grade now, b-day August 10th. favs: book- Pride and Prejudice, movie- Pride and Prejudice!! , Artist-O-zone/Radu Sirbu/Ro-mania, place-Europe (ROMANIA), class-Spanish/French, food-mushrooms, color-purple, animal-bat...

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E.B.isme

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Quotes

"Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure." Helena Ravenclaw, Harry Potter. Look for the diadem.

"Undoubtedly, there is a meaness in all the arts women sometimes condescend to employ for captivation. Anything that bears an affinity to cunning is despicable." - Mr. Darcy luv Mr. Darcy!! and this is so true.

Current state of my stories...

The Return to Pemberley-Finis

Party Crashers-FINISHED

An Unplanned Accident- Finished with this story. ended as it stands. its STOOPID

Winners, Losers, and Victims- Ditto above

Ninety-five percent of the kids out there are unconcerned by the dismal state of their education, or the fact that their fanfiction is raping the English language. If you're part of the five percent of fanfiction writers/readers who do care about such things, cut and paste this, and then leave reviews for those poor souls who know not what they do. (!)

This story is about a little girl that was abused. If you care about it, copy and paste it to your profile.

My name is sarah I am but three, My eyes are swollen I cannot see,

I must be stupid I must be bad, What else could have made My daddy so mad?

I wish I were better I wish I weren't ugly, Then maybe my mommy Would still want to hug me.

I can't speak at all I can't do a wrong Or else I'm locked up All the day long

When I awake I'm all alone The house is dark My folks aren't home.

When my mommy does come I'll try and be nice, So maybe I'll get just One whipping tonight

Don't make a sound! I just heard a car My daddy is back From Charlie's Bar.

I hear him curse My name he calls I press myself Against the wall.

He finds me weeping He shouts ugly words, He says its my fault That he suffers at work.

He slaps me and hits me And yells at me more, I finally get free And I run for the door.

He's already locked it And I start to bawl, He takes me and throws me Against the hard wall.

I fall to the floor With my bones nearly broken, And my daddy continues With more bad words spoken.

"I'm sorry!", I scream But its now much too late His face has been twisted Into unimaginable hate.

The hurt and the pain Again and again Oh please God, have mercy! Oh please let it end!

And he finally stops And heads for the door, While I lay there motionless Sprawled on the floor.

My name is Sarah And I am but three, Tonight my daddy, Murdered me.

Child abuse, MAKE IT STOP!