Name: The Kookie Monster (previously Suikahime)

I have changed my name because I didn't like the name Suikahime anymore. I just want to let everyone know that I am not plagerizing any story so please bear with this name. If you have any pen name suggestions, please PM me about it because I don't want to copy the name that some one else has. Thank you.

And And And fanfiction has changed :P

Best friend/friends: Sakura-chan Master of the Clow and Neko the Shinobi

Age: 16

Goal: To be a good writer and get a lot of hits on my story.

Location: Somewhere in Cali

Favorite Manga: CCS, Lovely Complex, 僕等がいた (aka we were there or bokura ga ita), 砂時計 (aka sand chronicle or sunadokei), 学園アリス (aka Alice academy or gakuen alice), 不思議星の双子姫 (fushigoshi no futago hime) and etc.

Favorite Pairings:

Sakura and Syaoran, Tomoyo and Eriol, Natsume and Mikan, Ruka and Hotaru, Anna and Yuu, Sumire and Koko, Nonoko with Kitsu, Tsubasa and Misaki, Rein and Bright, Fine and Shade.

Favorite Song:

"You who dwell in the shelter of the Lord,
Who abide in His shadow for life,
Say to the Lord, "My Refuge,
My Rock in Whom I trust."

And He will raise you up on eagle's wings,
Bear you on the breath of dawn,
Make you to shine like the sun,
And hold you in the palm of His Hand.

The snare of the fowler will never capture you,
And famine will bring you no fear;
Under His Wings your refuge,
His faithfulness your shield.

And He will raise you up on eagle's wings,
Bear you on the breath of dawn,
Make you to shine like the sun,
And hold you in the palm of His Hand.

For to His angels He's given a command,
To guard you in all of your ways,
Upon their hands they will bear you up,S
Lest you dash your foot against a stone.

And He will raise you up on eagle's wings,
Bear you on the breath of dawn,
Make you to shine like the sun,
And hold you in the palm of His Hand

Writing Goal:

Over a 100 people favoriting my stories. Not yet achieved.

Over 150 reviews for one of my stories. Not yet achieved.

Over 0,000 hits on one story. Not yet achieved.

Get at least 1,500 profile hits. Not yet achieved.

Deadline: Forever

Status:

Sakura's Realization: I will continue this story as long as I have reviewers and if I don't run out of ideas. Completed

Friendship: I may delete it if no one reviews the story. Also I ran out of ideas because no one has given me any ideas. Deleted

Relevation: Just started. Please read and I will continue to write if I get ideas for it. In progress

A wish to come back: I've started it but I deleted. I'm sorry. I had nothing to write. Deleted

Their own world: I'm going to stop writing this story, since no ideas are coming to me. In progress

For your happiness: I'm going to leave it as one chapter. No one didn't like it I guess. Completed

Friends Note :)

Friends: Never ask for anything to eat or drink.

Best Friends: Helps themselves and are the reason why you have no food.

Friends: Call your parents by Mr. and Mrs. and Grandpa, by Grandpa.

Best Friends: Call your parents DAD and MOM and Grandpa, GRAMPS!

Friends: Would bail you out of jail.

Best Friends: Would be sitting next to you sayin "Well, that was fun!!"

Friends: Have never seen you cry.

Best Friends: Wont tell everyone else you cried...just laugh about it with you in private when your not down anymore.

Friends: Asks you to write down your number.

Best Friends: Has you on speed dial.

Friends: Borrows your stuff for a few days then gives it back.

Best Friends: Loses your shit and tells you, "My bad...here's a tissue."

Friends: Only know a few things about you.

Best Friends: Could write a very embarrassing biography on your life story...

Friends: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing.

Best Friends: Will kick the whole crowds' butt that left you

Friends: Would knock on your front door.

Best Friends: Walk right in and say "I'M HOME."

Friends: You have to tell them not to tell anyone.

Best Friends: Already know not to tell.

Friends: Are only through high school/college.

Best Friends: Are for life.

Friends: Would ignore this letter

Best Friends: Will repost this junk!

Revised Version of the one above

FRIENDS: Will comfort you when he rejects you.

BEST FRIENDS: Will go up and ask him, "It's because you're gay, isn't it?"

FRIENDS: Will be there for you when he breaks up with you.

BEST FRIENDS: Will call him up and whisper, "Seven days..."

FRIENDS: Helps you up when you fall.

BEST FRIENDS: Keeps on walking saying, "Walk much, dumb bass?"

FRIENDS: Helps you find your prince.

BEST FRIENDS: Kidnaps him and brings him to you.

FRIENDS: Will ask you if you're okay when you're crying.

BEST FRIENDS: Already have the shovel to bury the body of the person that made you cry.

FRIENDS: Will pass you a soda.

BEST FRIENDS: Will dump theirs on you.

FRIENDS: Will help me learn to drive.

BEST FRIENDS: Will help me roll the car into the lake so I can collect insurance.

FRIENDS: Gives you their umbrella in the rain.

BEST FRIENDS: Takes yours and runs.

FRIENDS: Will help you move.

BEST FRIENDS: Will help you move the bodies.

FRIENDS: Will hide you from the cops.

BEST FRIENDS: Are probably the reason they’re after you in the first place.

FRIENDS: Will bail you out of jail.

BEST FRIENDS: Would be in the cell with you saying, "That was awesome! Let's do it again!"

FRIENDS: Never ask for anything to eat or drink.

BEST FRIENDS: Are the reason you have no food.

FRIENDS: Will help me find your way when I'm lost.

BEST FRIENDS: Will be the one messing with your compass, stealing your map and giving you bad directions.

FRIENDS: Asks you to write down your number.

BEST FRIENDS: Has you on speed dial.

FRIENDS: Borrows your stuff for a few days then gives it back.

BEST FRIENDS: Loses your stuff and tells you, "My bad...here's a tissue."

FRIENDS: Only know a few things about you.

BEST FRIENDS: Could write a very embarrassing biography on your life story...

FRIENDS: Would knock on your front door.

BEST FRIENDS: Walk right in and say, "I'M HOME

FRIENDS: You have to tell them not to tell anyone.

BEST FRIENDS: Already know not to tell.

FRIENDS: Are only through high school/college.

BEST FRIENDS: Are for life.

FRIENDS: Will be there to take your drink away from you when they think you've had enough.

BEST FRIENDS: Will look at you stumbling all over the place & say, "Girl drink the rest of that! You know we don't waste!"

FRIENDS: Would read and ignore this.

BEST FRIENDS: Will re-post this crap

Girl: Do I ever cross your mind?
Boy: No

Girl: Do you like me?
Boy: No

Girl: Do you want me?
Boy: No

Girl: Would you cry if I left?
Boy: No

Girl: Would you live for me?
Boy: No

Girl: Would you do anything for me?
Boy: No

Girl: Choose--me or your life
Boy: My life

The girl runs away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and says...

The reason you never cross my mind is because you're always on my mind.
The reason why I don't like you is because I love you.
The reason I don't want you is because I need you.
The reason I wouldn't cry if you left is because I would die if you left.
The reason I wouldn't live for you is because I would die for you.
The reason why I'm not willing to do you anything for you is because I would do everything for you.
The reason I chose my life is because you ARE my life

If you find this as increadibly cute and worthwhile copy and paste into your profile

I was walking around in a store. I saw a cashier hand this little boy his money back saying
"I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll."
Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?''
The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''
Then she asked him to stay there for 5 minutes while she went to look around. She left quickly.
The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.
Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.
"It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for this Christmas. She was so sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."
I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus will bring it to her after all, and not to worry.
But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there."
His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''
My heart nearly stopped.
The little boy looked up at me and said: "I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall."
Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me
"I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me."
"I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister."
Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.
I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. "What if we checked again, just in case you do have enough money?''
"OK" he said "I hope that I have enough." I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.
The little boy said: "Thank you God for giving me enough money!"
Then he looked at me and added "I asked yesterday before I slept for God to make sure I have enough money to buy this doll so that mommy can give it to my sister. He heard me!''"I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''
"My mommy loves white roses."
A few minutes later, the old lady came again and I left with my basket.
I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.
Then I remembered a local newspaper article: 2 days ago, which mentioned of a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car, where there was one young lady and a little girl.
The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-assisting machine, because the young lady would not be able to recover from the coma.
Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young lady had passed away.
I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before burial.
She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.
I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever. The love that this little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.
Now you have 2 choices:

1) Repost this message.

2) Ignore it as if it never touched you. have a heart

This is a true story. A girl died in 1933. A man buried her in the ground when she was still alive. The murderer chanted,"Toma sota balcu" as he buried her. Now that you have read the chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this in your profile, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded.