Author has written 10 stories for Naruto.
Name: Erica (that's my name live it breath it learn it lol)
Age:17 (yes i'm telling you my real age cause if you track me down and try anything i'll kick ur ass)
I hate preppy people including jocks that only want to get into your pants.
Bands: within temptation, soilwork, Weezer, system of a down, Cradle of filth, stabbing westword, Prong, Marilyn Manson (one of my all time favorites), Borknagar, Testament, Pennywise, Slayer, Smashing pumpkins, Black Sabbath, Childern of bodom, Muderdolls, Ozzy, Opeth, fireflight, Avril Lavigne, Rob Zombie, Limp Bizkit, Skillet, all american rejects (only a few), Snow Patrol, Hedley, Cascade, Crossfade, Nickleback, SR-17, Alana Grace, Disturbed, Green day, Stratovarius, Pillar, Hoobastank, Trapt, and a whole lot more i'm just to lazy to write the rest.
I'm a out there person. I get bored VERY easily. And have a millions thoughts every 5 minutes. I have HDHD but i love it!! Bah bah bah I'm lovin it!! I'm about to go off to college and some what scared about it. Hoping to move out soon or at least get a car lol.
I'm a completely open minded person i'm all for gay marriage (got a problem with it turn around insert foot in mouth and shut the fuck up i don't want to hear it) and I'm very open to people I love to sing (even though i'm not really good) and i'm good at acting when i'm with friends.
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-I am the girl who got kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
-I am the prostitute working on the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
-I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful tear-filled nights.
-I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
-I am the foster-child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had.
-I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that put me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
-I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating from high-school. It was just too much to bear.
-We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
-I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting management called on me.
-I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
-I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system suddenly grow cold and distant when they found out that my abusive partner is also a woman.
-I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support to turn to because I am male.
-I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
-I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me only lesbians do that.
-I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
-I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not alwyas have to deal with society hating me.
-I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
-I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most; love.
-I am the son who is afraid of telling his loving, Christian parents I love another male.
PLEASE REPOST THIS IF YOU BELIEVE HOMOPHOBIA IS WRONG. PLEASE DO YOUR PART TO END IT.
IF YOU IGNORE THIS WITHOUT READING IT YOU HAVE NO HEART...BUT IF YOU FIND YOU CANNOT STOP UNTIL YOU REACH THE END THEN YOU MUST HAVE A VERY BIG HEART.
Mummy...Johnny brought a gun to school
He told his friends that it was cool
And when he pulled the trigger back
It shot with a great crack
Mummy I was a good girl
I did what I was told
I went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold
But mummy when I went to school that day, I never said goodbye
I'm sorry mummy I had to go, but mommy please don't cry
When Johnny shot the gun he hit me and another
And all because he got the gun from his older brother
Mummy please tell daddy that I love him very much
And please tell Chris, my boyfriend, that it wasn't just a crush
And tell my little sister that she is the only one now
And tell my dear sweet grandmother that I'll be waiting for her now
And tell my wonderful friends that they were always the best
Mummy I'm not the first I'm no better than the rest
Mummy tell my teachers I won't show up for class
And never to forget this and please don't let this pass
Mummy why'd it have to be me no one deserves this
Mummy warn the others, mummy I left without a kiss
And mummy tell the doctors I know they really did try
I think I even saw a doctor trying not to cry
Mummy I'm slowly dying with a bullet in my chest
But mummy please remember I'm in heaven with the rest
Mummy I ran as fast as I could when I heard that crack
Mummy listen to me if you would
I wanted to go to college
I wanted to try things that were new
I guess I'm not going with daddy
On that trip to the new zoo
I wanted to get married
I wanted to have a kid
I wanted to be an actress
Mummy I wanted to live
But mummy I must go now
The time is getting late
Mummy tell my Chris
I'm sorry but I had to cancel the date
I love you mummy I always have
I know you know it's true
Mummy all I wanted to say is "mummy I love you"
In memory of the Columbian students that were lost
Please if you would
Pass this around
I'd be happy if you could
Don't smash this on the ground
If you pass this on
Maybe people will cry
Just keep this in heart
For the people that didn't get to say "goodbye"
Now you have two choices
1) repost and show you care
2)ignore it and you have just proven you have a low-down, cold-heart
Poem on Child Abuse
My name is Sarah I am but three My eyes are swollen I cannot see I must be stupid I must be mad What else could have made My daddy so mad?
I wish i were better I wish i wernt ugly Then mabe my mommy Would still want to hug me I cant speak at all I cant do a wrong Or else im locked up.
All day long When i awake im all alone The house is dark My folks aren't home When mommy does come Ill try and be nice.
So mabe ill get just One whipping tonight Dont make a sound I just heard a car My daddy is back From Charlies Bar.
I hear him curse My name he calls I press myself Against the wall I try and hide From his evil eyes Im so afraid now Im starting to cry.
He finds me weeping And shout ugly words He says its my fault That he suffers a work He slaps me and hits me And yells at me more.
I finaly break free And I run for the door He already locked it As I start to brawl 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 "Im sorry", I scream But its now much to late.
His face has been twisted Into unimanginable hate The hurt and the pain Again and again Oh please God have mercy Oh please let it end!
And finaly he 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.
Child Abuse Make It Stop!