Hi everyone

I'm a 32 year old mother of three. This is my first time trying to write a fan fic. I decided to give writting fan fics a go when I got inspired to write my own story while reading another fanfic site. I was really enthralled with how the stories were written. I found after a while of reading many stories that were written on this fan fic site that I really enjoyed these stories and while reading found my own ideas starting for my own story. I learned a great deal while reading these story sites and I can only hope that I am doing the right thing. While reading these other stories I discovered I'm a serious Sesshy fan. I just love the stories about the stoic lord of the west.

RECIENT UPDATE I CHANGED MY AVITAR BECAUSE I FIGURE THAT LIGHT AND FLUFFY JUST SIMPLY IS NOT ME. SURE I CAN WRITE FLUFFY STUFF IF I WANT TO TROUBLE IS I REALLY DON'T FEEL LIKE IT MUCH. IF YOU WANT TO KNOW THE REASON WHY I CHANGED MY AVITAR SIMPLY HIT UP MY LATEST STORY AND READ IT THROUGH TO THE END. OH JUST FOR EVERYONES INFORMATION I PLAN TO MERGE BOTH MY STORIES AND TWO OTHERS THAT I HAVE WAITING IN THE WINGS. I HAVE YET TO POST THEM SIMPLY BECAUSE I WISH TO FINISH WITH THE OTHER TWO. BUT DON'T WORRY THESE TWO STORIES WILL NOT FAIL TO SURPRISE YOU ALL. SO IF YOU ALL WANT ME TO FINISH WRITTING THESE STORIES LEAVE A REIVIEW. TELL ME IF YOU WANT MORE I WANT TO HEAR FROM YOU ALL. _

Also I do respond to all my reviews that I get it may take a little while. But I will respond I feel that it is something that is a must do to let the reader know that I do care about the review that they took the time to leave. I have found in the past few weeks that those who do review sometimes more than not have the best idea's out there.

Also I would love to say a heartfelt thank you to all my readers you are what makes my stories so good. Keep hitting those review buttons its what makes my world go round.

Favorite tv series

Inuyasha, Dragon ball z, Ranma1/2, Gundam wing, Gundam seed, Pokemon (all series), Yugi oh , Yugi oh gx, Digimon, Avitar the last air bender, Bakugan battle brawlers, Beyblade, Code Lyoko, Full Metal Alchemist, Ronin Warriors, Sailor Moon , Zatch Bell, Liger zero and a whole list of others that I cannot remember right now but will update when I finally do.

Favorite Music

Fergie, Jlo, Eminem, Destinies child, Cheeta girls, Abu Nurah, Agony+Tril, Black Labol, Meat loaf,Linkin park, Richard Marx, Poison, White Snake, Black Sabbath, Sound Garden, Guns n Roses, Bruce springstein, Foot Loose and a list of others that are too many to name.

POETRY FOR ALL THE UNSUNG HERO'S OF 9/11

A call goes out in the middle of the night to 911

A house is on fire and people are trapped inside.

A second later my pager goes off I jump out of

bed as I rush to get dressed my heart is pounding

out of my chest. I think to my self I must hurry

faster and faster I move to get out the door.

Slam goes my door to my house. A Second

later another slam echoes it. I jam my key into my

ignition and turn the key praying that my truck will start.

It turns over and I say a quick thanks. Then I jam it

into gear and plant my foot on the accellerator. I

rush out into traffic on a snowy night my fire light

just a flashing from my dash. I do my best to keep my

truck on the road as I slip and slide my way to the

fire station. As I go I am reminded quickly that I have not

put on my heater. I have another five miles to go to get

to the station. As I crest a hill I can see the station below

Me. I sigh in mild relief that I am in time to jump aboard

the truck. As I silde my way into the yard I come to a

stop. The truck is waiting on the platform for the rest of

us to get there. I get out and race to my gear using the

three minute rule I don my gear and jump on to the truck.

As I sit and do final preperations for

a interior fire attack and rescue I check my gear and

make sure that everything is functional and up to code.

All the while the driver races all of us that made it to

the truck to the scene. Each of us going through our own form

of mental hell wondering just what we are going to face when we

get to the scene. When we get there we are greeted by the grand

mother of all fires. A two story home completly on fire. The flames

soaring some thirty feet above the house. I put my mask on over

my face and turn on my self contained breathing apparatus

(s.c.b.a) in short. I run to the back of the truck and pull off

a inch and a half hose and then me and my fellow fire fighters

hook up the hose to the truck. The driver of the truck is also the

pump engineer he charges the line with water from the trucks

holding tank.

Two of us firefighters take up the nozzle and begin our attack we go in as a

team on our hands and knees the one in the back hanging on to my

Ankle as I grope around through the smoke ladden darkness

sweeping my way back and forth along the ground hoping to

feel a foot or a hand as I go along searching from room to

room calling out as loudly as I can from my mask. My

heart pounding even more in my chest as I feel that I may

not find anyone alive. As I move my way to the second floor

I see that my oxygen level in my tank is getting low but I press on

knowing that I am their only hope of living. As I enter another room I

feel a small hand and instantly I grab on and pull the small thing to my

chest a lump forming in my throat as I see that this small child is covered

in soot and black smoke. I rip off my hat and put my mask over the small

childs face so she can breathe clean fresh air. I turn and look through the

rest of the smoke filled room. Then that is when I see a small boy laying

over near the window looking nearly life less. I tapp my team mate on

the shoulder and point out the small boy. As a team we make our way

over to the little boy all the while I am cradling the little girl to my chest

Feeling her small chest rise and fall faintly. Time is of the essence

Time is short for us we must hurry as we reach the little boy

My team mate mirrors my actions and puts his mask on the

little boy. We then deside to leave only to see that we

will witness mother natures cruelest thing a complete

flash over above our heads.

The termprature

ratchets up another five to ten degrees as the ceiling becomes

ingulfed in fire. We crawl out as fast as we can each one

carrying precious cargo and all the while dragging our line

back out with us only using it to spray our way out . As we

progress our way out my lungs burn from the intensity of the fire and smoke.

I cough and realize my vision is becomming blurred. I must do what I can and

feel for my line. Feeling it and knowing that it is the way to salvation and free air

I lead my team mate and my self out of the fire with the two children safely enclosed

within our turn out jackets. We make it out just in time for our t pass alarms to go off.

As we exit the burning building with our precious cargo in our arms we are greeted

by a dozen more arms as we hand off our precious cargo to the medics on the

scene we are greeted with many thumps on the back and good jobs to boot.

But in the back of my mind I wonder is there anyone else left in there.

But for me relief comes when I see both parents come up and say a tearful

thank you. I just hug them and say you are welcome. All the while I say a prayer

to my father and mother for raising me up with the heart of a firefighter.

People always say we are the breed apart after today I believe that to be true.

You see I was that little girl and I was saved by a firefighter when my parents home

burned flat. But because of that one selfless fire fighter I am alive to tell his story

and mine. I followed in his foot steps cause you see he was my grandfather and

I respect him so. He is the personification of what it means to be a fire fighter.

He is the heart of a firefighter and I love him so very much.

written by angels info

If any of these words in this poem fit a person in your life that you know. Be sure to tell them just how much you really appreciate all they do

for you and never take for granted a single moment that you get to spend in their presence. Cause it can all come to an abrupt end leaving a

hole in your life that can never be filled. Because to them it is the sense of duty to serve their fellow man that drives their ambitions to succeed

in their chosen field. But it is their heart that compells them to go that extra mile. To do what no other person could do to them it isnt about

glory or proving they are better than the rest. It is about showing they care enough about the others around them and seeing to it that we are

all safe and sound. They do what they do so that we can all live a safer happier life and sleep soundly at night knowing they are there to

protect us. If you are moved by this poem as much as I was then please feel free to copy it to your profile and spred the news to any who may

look at it. Thank you _