Author has written 4 stories for Hellsing, Tsubasa Chronicle, Inuyasha, Harry Potter, Ouran High School Host Club, and Fullmetal Alchemist.
QUOTE=Everyone in the world is insane; some people are the good crazy, some people are the bad psycho, and everyone else is just sitting around, wondering what happened to all the rubber duckies.
LOCATION= somewhere, wether it be here or there.
AGE= 594 years. not really, but add the three numbers together and you get my really age. (thats 18 for all the people out there who's brain abandoned them from neglect.)
GENDER= lets see... my math teacher says that 'if you are a boy, then you are an idiot' (she's a girl, as you can see. but she is one of my favorite teachers, even if she wants to stab students eyes out, and is as crazy as me). the converse of that if-then statement is 'if you are an idiot, then you are a boy'. making the inverse 'if you are not a boy, then you are not an idiot'. and lastly, that leads to the contropositive, which is 'if you are not an idiot, then you are not a boy'. since i am not an idiot, that means i am not a boy, and leads to the anwser of the one thing that you have been waiting for and are probably frustrated with me so much over it that it is almost inconcivable to figure out what torture to put me through... i'm a girl...
LIKES= colors (i wear black everyday, but i love colors. and shiny things...), books (artemis fowl), drawing anime, anime (avatar:the last airbender, hellsing, naruto, inuyasha, yu-gi-oh, fruit bascket), intelectual conversations (i some times purposfully spell things wroung to confus people for fun, like just now), HISTORY (ESPECIALY EGYPT, greek mythology artemis-goddess of hunting, midle ages), fantasy books, sitting in the dark in my room listening to music, pie (apple, peacan, or pumpkin), PASTA, herbs, flowers (black, blue, red, or purple my favorite roses),and any thing punk or goth (but i am still christian. united methodist).
DISLIKES= i don't like pink, meat (i am a vegetarina. i eat dairy and eggs though. i only stay away from stuff that involves killing the animal, which those do not.),non-random or non-crazy people (YOU GUYS GOTTA LIVE MORE, OR SO HELP ME, I WILL HAVE THE INVISABLE PURPLE SQUIRRALS AND THEIR PAPER FROG ARMY AND FUFU CUDDELY POOFS MOM (from avatar: the last airbender) TEACH YOU TO BE!), hitler (nazies or any one who discriminates people for no reason. they suck), and stuff like that.
relationship status= dating. deal with it, crazy internet stalkers
OTHER THINGS TO KNOW= i am manly goth (but i am still christian. united methodist to be exact), but also punk/counrty/nerd. i am a twin. my brother is ten minutes older then me. my sister is 2 years and 18 days older. i am commander of war for me and my friends invisable purple squirral and paper frog army. if confused, privite message me. enough said, so go away.
THINGS I FORGOT TILL NOW= i am dark chaos. well, only part dark chaos, but still. only a select few people who read this will know what that means, and if you do, please contact me, because i am looking for a teacher. the only other person i know that would be good enough to teach me can't read me, so he can't teach me (but he refuses to tell me what not reading me means, though. stupid vampire...)
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Please read-true story (not me)
I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a Cashier hand this little boy some money back.
The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.
The Cashier said, '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 just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. 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 Christmas.
She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.'
I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would 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. 'Suppose we check
'OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.' I added some of my money to his with out 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 last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could 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 returned 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 news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman 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-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma.
Was this the family of the little boy?
Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman 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 her 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 for ever. The love that the 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.
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