I am a ten-year-old, and I live somewhere.
My favorite foods are pizza and pasta. my parents are professors. I love glee.
but more importantly, I love books!
obviously Rick Riordan, Harry Potter, and Hunger Games.
yes, a ten-year-old can read the hunger games.
*smile*
*the smile turns into a haughty smirk*
and twilight, which is kinda crappy.
I ship solangelo, percabeth, drarry, frazel, romione, jasper, ginna(ginnyluna), solangelo, tratie.
I know Pernico just isn't powerful enough. oh! I forgot caleo! How can we forget caleo??????????
can you forget caleo?

so I'm on Wattpad as the_new_fangirl
I don't think the link is working so you can copy and paste to check it out.
I'm currently reading Mortal Instruments ... so no spoilers!

dear everyone:
if you're getting hurt
or hurting your self,
stop.
You're worth it. you're awesome. and if others can't see that, it's their problem.
another thing,
bullies: you know that day you felt like crap, like life wasn't worth living?
that's was your doing to others.
help people up, not push people down.

I am a book freak, yes.

So what?

While I hole myself up in a good story,

you're off frying your brains.

While I lose myself in unknown worlds,

you're off playing Minecraft or World of Warcraft.

While I learn things you cannot imagine,

you're off failing school and your teachers and family.

I know more about some characters than I do myself—

characters you will never know.

I can survive my whole life in a world—

a world you will never see.

I know the secrets of people, places, and creatures—

all of which you will never meet.

I could ruin your life, if I had the heart to and if you and I were in one of the worlds I know—

and you would never tell the difference.

I create worlds, people, creatures, but most of all lives with my words that you call another boring subject—

something you will never experience the joy and pride of.

I have ridden on dragons, outwitted darkness, eluded death a thousand times . . .

I have saved lives, used magic, unraveled deathly secrets that could start wars . . .

I have swum with the serpents, flown with the pegasi, howled with the wolves . . .

I have stood upon the moon, fought in great battles, discovered new universes . . .

I have relived long-gone lives, shaped new destinies, guided the paths of others . . .

I have stepped into other worlds, become other creatures, experienced unimaginable things . . .

I have lived through wars, living nightmares, the worst of tragedies . . .

I have felt the joy, pride, and elation of just—knowing.

Knowing the fact that you would never learn what I have.

And never have I moved a single inch, as long as I read.

I have traveled universes while sitting in a corner with a book

For you one glance is what it took

To say it was useless and stupid

But you can never experience time travel or falling again and again,

You can never live a life of the first daughter who hates it or experience victory over dictators,

And other things I have,

Yet you claim that all of this is boring—

Boring, stupid, sad, uncool, dumb, even embarrassing.

You say that this is something no one can like.

And yet, here I stand, holding a book.

The white man said, "Colored people are not allowed here." The black man turned around and stood up. He then said: "Listen sir...when I was born I was BLACK, When I grew up I was BLACK, When I'm sick I'm BLACK, When I go in the sun I'm BLACK, When I'm cold I'm BLACK, When I die I'll be BLACK. But you sir, When you're born you're PINK, When you grow up you're WHITE, When you're sick, you're GREEN, When you go in the sun you turn RED, When you're cold you turn BLUE, And when you die you turn PURPLE. And you have the nerve to call me colored?" The black man then sat back down and the white man walked away...
Post this on your profile if you hate racism.