Hi, my name is Alesha, otherwise known as beautyfrompain.

8/06/09 - Hellooo, you are now staring right at profile Version 5.0. I'm going over this and changing my profile because as I usually do, I make something and look back and find that I hate it. I do this alot. Don't be surprised if I do this again. Anyway, on with this.

Announcements -

11/25- In case you haven't noticed, I haven't been good on updating my stories. In fact, I've hardly gone on FF at all. There are many reasons for this:
1) My computer shut down for a month, and I only got it back a while ago.
2) I lost the urge to write after going so long with no time to do it (I plan to try to get back on writing during this break).
3) I got lazy. There- I said it.
4) I stopped going on Fanfiction because I got addicted to other sites, and therefore spent all my time there.

I'll try to get back to my stories as soon as possible, though for now I guess you could say that I've temporarily gone on hiatus. Sorry to all those who have been waiting!

9/27- Looking for a good movie? Well, I'm not exactly sure where you'll find one, but if you're bored check out TubbyTerror: The Movie. Yes, its in Tellytubbies. Why? Cause I was bored. And I was inspired by a crack conversation. Therefore, it is all mostly crack. Very violent. Not for small children. Have I mentioned crazy? Think Tinky Winky in the Electric Chair...

9/23- This is beautyfrompain, with a very important announcement. Okay, so you know my first fic, When I Became A Movie Star? I'm deleting it. Perhaps permanently. Its not so much that I hate the story that I don't want it under my account. To anyone who might still want it on Fanfiction, I can email you the document. But other than that, it's finished. Yes, at 400 hits and 13 reviews, When I Became A Movie Star, the first story I've even finished, is going off the Internet.

9/20- I have put up my fic, though only the prologue. My beta has been busy with school, and has not had time to work on the other chapters. I am almost done with chapter six, though. Oh, and the other chapters aren't nearly as short, in case you were wondering.

9/12- Hello, Fanfiction! I have put up On Hiatus, a series of oneshots about the Bartimaeus Trilogy. See bottom for summary.

9/1- I come bearing news about my new fic, A Series of Unfortunate Events. If you haven't heard by now, yes, that's what its called. I will be publishing it on September 20th, on my birthday. So if you read it, drop in a review.

Anyway, with that said, I will now cut to the crap-

I love to read. I'm not going to say here what my favorites are, because I have so many. I read a lot. I read more than I watch TV. If you ever need suggestions, you can come to me. I'm currently reading Peter and the Sword of Mercy. And yes, I do update this section every time I start a new book.

What I like - I love going to the library. But I like going on Fanfiction more. My favorite music group is Paramore. BRAND NEW EYES CAME OUT NINE DAYS AFTER MY BIRTHDAY!

I love drawing a lot. It calms me. I have a DeviantArt account, though I haven't put up much yet. My account name is beautyfromagony. Why? Because beautyfrompain was taken. I also made a Live Journal under beautyfromagony, though I don't know why, seeing as I don't do anything on it. Yet. I've written a few songs. I'm a Seventh Day Adventist Christian, and like to stand up for my beliefs. I like summer, but I like winter even more. I'm a vegetarian.

What I hate - I hate many things, most not worth mentioning. I hate Twilight, for one. For awhile I was a huge fan. Then I snapped out of it. I also hate that the majority of FF is made of stupid stories. I hate when people think of nothing but themselves. I hate when people break their promises. I hate when people forget what ought not be forgotten. I hated seventh grade.

More About Me: I am a teenager. I like to be random. My friends have left me mentally scarred, and with a side of my mind that I never wanted to have. I like muffins, though they are just ugly cupcakes. Though I have many friends, I have few who actually know me, though everyone thinks they do. I like to reveal little about myself, so that the true identity of Alesha will remain a true mystery ... though there are a few that are exceptions to this.

My name is Sarah, I am but three. My eyes are swollen, I can not see,

I must be stupid, I must be bad. What else could of 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 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.

I try and hide from his evil eyes. I'm so afraid now, I'm sradishing a cry

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

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

He's already locked it, I sradish a 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 now its 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, I am but three.

Tonight my daddy murdered me.

This is a story about God. Read if you believe in him, and read even if you don't.

A teenage girl about 17 named Diane had gone to visit some friends one evening and time passed quickly as each shared their various experiences of the past year. She ended up staying longer than planned, and had to walk home alone. She wasn't afraid because it was a small town and she lived only a few blocks away.

As she walked along under the tall elm trees, Diane asked God to keep her safe from harm and danger. When she reached the alley, which was a short cut to her house, she decided to take it. However, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing at the end as though he were waiting for her. She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for God's protection. Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped round her, she felt as though someone was walking with her. When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right past the man and arrived home safely.

The following day, she read in the newspaper that a young girl had been raped in the same alley just twenty minutes after she had been there. Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and the fact that it could have been her, she began to weep. Thanking the Lord for her safety and to help this young woman, she decided to go to the police station. She felt she could recognize the man, so she told them her story. The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a lineup to see if she could identify him. She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before. When the man was told he had been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed. The officer thanked Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her. She asked if they would ask the man one question. Diane was curious as to why he had not attacked her. When the policeman asked him, he answered, "Because she wasn't alone. She had two tall men walking on either side of her." Amazingly, whether you believe or not, you're never alone. Did you know that 98 of teenagers will not stand up for God, and 93 of the people that read this won’t repost it?

Repost this if you truly believe in God. God is always there in your heart and loves you no matter what,
and if you stand up for him he will stand up for you.

I'm usually not a fan of the infamous copy and paste, but sometimes I just do it. Some becuase they are just so true, some because they are just too funny.

Admitting you are weird means you are normal. Saying that you are normal is odd. If you admit that you are weird and like it, copy this onto your profile.

If you're an antisocial and proud of it, copy and paste this own your profile.

If you have embarrassing memories that make you want to smack yourself/someone else, copy this into your profile.

On a Korean kitchen knife:
Warning: keep out of children.
(hmm...something must have gotten lost in the translation...)

On Sears hairdryer:
Do not use while sleeping.
(Gee, that's the only time I have to work on my hair!)

On a bag of Fritos:
You could be a winner! No purchase neccessary. Details inside.
(Ooh, goody! It's the shoplifter's special!

IF YOU BELIEVE GLOBAL WARMING SUCKS AND THAT WE SHOULD JUST STOP POLLUTING AND SAVE THE DAMN POLAR BEARS, COPY AND PASTE THIS ON YOUR PROFILE.

If you plan to be one of the best writers in the world some day, and know you can do it, copy and paste this onto your profile.

If you are a major PJO fan, copy and paste this on your profile.

If you constantly forget what you're about to say and are about to say, and I mean CONSTANTLY, copy and paste this on your profile.

If you've ever tripped over nothing, copy and paste this on your profile.

If you DON'T check under your bed for monters, but you DO check behind your shower curtain for mosters/ murderers/ Michael Jackson, copy and paste this on your profile. I do.

93 percent of the teenage population would die if Abercrombie and Fitch said it wasn't cool to breathe. Copy and paste this on your profile if you are part of the 7 percent that would be LAUGHING THEIR BUTT OFF!

93 percent of American teens would have a severe emotional breakdown if someone called them a freak. If you're a part of the 7 percent who would ask the person, "What was your first clue?", copy this into your profile and add your name to the list: Sunlit Goddess of the C.O.C.A., Moonlit Goddess of the C.O.C.A., Evil Genius of the COCA, Invader Miley Phantom, dAnnYsGiRl777, BloodySalvation, Lady Lost-A-Lot, bellabookworm9, Bella Masen Cullen, Vampire Scooby, Alannaswarrior, SpottedLilly, Alleyanna Cullen, hugs.4.all.the.emo.boyz, WritingRocks6, GlindaFied26, XxXpurplelilyxXx, Bookluvrxoxo, Daydreamer897, The Friendly Chupacabra, Shorty and KG Inc. BookWormBandGeek, chocoholic123, beautyfrompain.

If you have more than 100 books in your room, copy and paste this onto your profile.

If you have ever changed your password on something and forgotten it, copy and paste this on your profile.

If you have ever just wanted to SLAP someone, copy and paste this on your profile.

If someone has ever said something to you that had NOTHING to do with your current conversation, copy and paste this onto your profile.

Did you know that electronic Elmos are just evil hobgoblin spirits in disguise?

Did you know that Disney World is just a human trap run by a mouse, and that one day that mouse, that happens to go by the name of Mickey, will one day trap us all with a free ticket day and then take over the world with his other animated cartoon friends?

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This is Mr. Bunny. Isn't he the cutest?
Copy Mr. Bunny into your profile to help him on his way to world domination, and then come over to the dark side.
(P.S.- We have muffins! Oh, what's that red, gooey stuff leaking out of them, you say? Um...uh...its...cooking oil! Yeah, uh, cooking oil...)

Girls
are like
apples on trees.
The best ones are
at the top of the tree.The
boys don't want to reach
for the good ones because they
are afraid of falling and geting hurt.
Instead, they just get the rotten apples
from the ground that aren't as good,
but easy. So the apples at the top think
something is wrong with them, when in
reality they are amazing. They just
have to wait for the right boy to
come along, the one who's
brave enough to
climb all
the way
to the top
of the tree