Average American Teen Right Here!
So I'm pretty much your average teen writer. although i do know i have a lot of typos and some things might not flow as well as i would like i hope you can look past that! I am now a seventeen year old hopeless romantic, I can drive and live in the large state of Texas. I have wavy brown hair and brown eyes, I am a quarter asian and native american which makes me quite dark. I run cross country and used to play softball. I write a lot of original stories and not many Fan Fics but I am trying to change that!
I love any thing with action and romance with a twist of comedy along the way! I'm in love with Hush, Hush, Maximum Ride, Need/Captivate and any James Patterson books. I love FAX couple but I am optomistic about Dylan! I am also the head of my own community! Look at the tabs below to look at our site! If you want to join shoot me a message and I will get you added to staff! My best friend in the whole wide world also has an account on here! She only has one story and it is really good. Her name is xxjayjayxx. Thanks for visiting and critique is wanted on any and all of my stories!

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Favorite songs
Hero by Skillet
The Ballad of Mona Lisa by Panic! at the Disco
Stand Up by Fireflight
Monster by Skillet
Unbreakable by Fireflight
I'll Be by Edwin McCain
Follow Me Down by 3OH!3
How to Save a Life by The Fray
Beat it by Fall Out Boy
I Don't Care by Fall Out Boy

Stop Abortion

Month one
Mommy
I am only 8 inches long
but I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
Every time I hear it
I wave my arms and legs.
The sound of your heart beat
is my favorite lullaby.

Month Two
Mommy
today I learned how to suck my thumb.
If you could see me
you could definitely tell that I am a baby.
I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though.
It is so nice and warm in here.

Month Three
You know what Mommy
I'm a boy!!
I hope that makes you happy.
I always want you to be happy.
I don't like it when you cry.
You sound so sad.
It makes me sad too
and I cry with you even though
you can't hear me.

Month Four
Mommy
my hair is starting to grow.
It is very short and fine
but I will have a lot of it.
I spend a lot of my time exercising.
I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes
and stretch my arms and legs.
I am becoming quite good at it too.

Month Five
You went to the doctor today.
Mommy, he lied to you.
He said that I'm not a baby.
I am a baby Mommy, your baby.
I think and feel.
Mommy, what's abortion?

Month Six
I can hear that doctor again.
I don't like him.
He seems cold and heartless.
Something is intruding my home.
The doctor called it a needle.
Mommy what is it? It burns!
Please make him stop!
I can't get away from it!
Mommy! HELP me!

Month Seven
Mommy
I am okay.
I am in Jesus's arms.
He is holding me.
He told me about abortion.
Why didn't you want me Mommy?

Every Abortion Is Just . . .
One more heart that was stopped.
Two more eyes that will never see.
Two more hands that will never touch.
Two more legs that will never run.
One more mouth that will never speak.

Summer
So summer is quickly approaching in my neck of the globe. Hopefully my writing skills will be back full force and ready to go. I have been reading so much so that I can incorporate new styles and things. I really hope you guys like the new stuff I'm going to be doing as much as I do. Thanks ~Sunstealer~

Some of my favorite character matchups.

Harry Potter
Harry and Ginny
Hermione and Ron
Hermione and Draco
Ginny and Draco (Thanks to a fantastic FIC)
Lily and James
Tonks and Remus

Maximum Ride
Max and Fang
Max and Dylan
Iggy and anyone (cuz he is so adorable)

Misc. Characters
Wynne and Dustin
Airic and Kendal
Lane and Meredith
Annette and Keith

These are some of my favorite poems i hope you enjoy them as much as i do
The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference

Dream Deferred By Langston Hughes

What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?

I also love quotes! So here are some, serious, some seriously hilarious, quotable quotes.

I keep reading between the lies.
Goodman Ace
Fiction is a piece of truth that turns lies to meaning.
Dorothy Allison
I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by.
Douglas Adams
Science fiction is no more written for scientists that ghost stories are written for ghosts.
Brian Aldiss
All that writers can do is keep trying to say what is deepest in their hearts.
Lloyd Alexander
He hits from both sides of the plate. He's amphibious.
Yogi Berra
It gets late early out there.
Yogi Berra
Slump? I ain't in no slump... I just ain't hitting.
Yogi Berra

Sorry but I am really superstitious... Sorry

About six years ago in Indiana, Carmen Winstead was pushed down a sewer opening by five girls in her school, trying to embarrass her in front of her school during a fire drill. When she didn't submerge, the police were called. They went down and brought up 17-year-old Carmen Winstead's body, with her neck broken from hitting the ladder, then the concrete at the bottom. The girls told everyone that she fell...and they believed them.

THEY HURT HER

FACT: About two months later, 16-year-old David Gregory read this post but didn't repost it. When he went to take a shower, he heard laughter, started freaking out, and ran to his computer to repost it. He said goodnight to his mom and went to sleep, but five hours later, his mom woke up in the middle of the night from a loud noise and David was gone. A few hours later, the police found him in the sewer, with a broken neck and the skin on his face peeled off.

Even Google her name - you'll find this to be true.

If you don't repost saying "They hurt her," then Carmen will get you, either from a sewer, the toilet, the shower, or when you go to sleep, you'll wake up in the sewer, in the dark, then Carmen will come and kill you.

On December 24th, 2006 at 8:00 in the morning, a 14-year-old boy by the name of Scott Jackson was found dead. Doctors couldn't come up with the cause of his death. His mother checked his e-mails to see if she could figure out what happened. Turns out he was still signed into his Yahoo e-mail account. She found he had gone to sleep after he read and didn't send a chain letter about a little girl who kills you in your sleep with no natural cause of death. This is the e-mail she read: My name is Ofelia Heras. I'm 16 years old. I'm a murderer. I have no face. When you look at me you'll die immediately. You have 900 seconds to repost this onto your profile or I will visit you tonight.

-This is a true story. A girl died in 1933. A man buried her when she was still alive. The murder chanted, "Toma Sota balcu," as he buried her. Now that you have read this 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 on your profile, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded. -Lucillia