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Author has written 3 stories for Twilight, and Supernatural.
Hi! I am Melanie and i am so damn obsessed with Vampire academy. I am totally in love with Dimitri Belikov and I didn't hate him after reading SB!!! I don't really like Adrian... I don't know why... He is just oh-so-perfect for me.
Everyone is saying that i am strange. Well, i am a little strange. I like the cold, i hate the sun and i am obssesed with vampires. I really like supernatural and i am a twilight freak. As for why I am here, well lets say that since I can remember myself I was dreaming on becoming a writter. My mum says that i had a big passion and i wrote my first little novel when i was ten.
Sorry about my English!! I am half Greek and half Russian so... Yeah... My English sucks...
1. TV show: Vampire Diaries (Team Stefan) and True Blood
2. Books: Twilight Sega (Team Edward), Vampire Academy (Team Belikov) and Vampire Diaries.
3. Movie: Twilight, Underworld, Queen of the Damned and Remember me.
4. Colour: Black and purple.
5. Dream Boys: Dimitri Belikov (OMFG he is soooo HOT!) and maybe Edward Cullen.
6. Favourite Country: Russia (what did you expect from a Belikov obsessed?)
7. Song: Breath me by Sia, All around me by Flyleaf, Forgiven by Within Temptation.
I forgot to say that i am so sorry about my story Night Academy for Vampires! I had a problem so i should stop it! I am really sorry!! :(
I will try to write again this story but i don't know when! So don't kill me please! I am really sorry!!
╔══╦══╦══╗ You have been diagnosed
You say Pink,
This is a true story. A girl died in 1933. A man buried her in the ground when she was still alive. The murderer chanted,"Toma sota balcu" as he buried her. Now that you have read the 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 in your profile, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded
Find the guy that calls you beautiful instead of hot,
who calls you back when you hang up on him,
who'll lay under the stars for hours and listen to your heart beat.
Or will stay awake just to watch you sleep.
Wait for the guy that kisses your forehead,
who keeps your picture in his wallet,
who wants to show you off to the world even when your in sweatpants,
who holds your hand in front of all his friends,
who thinks your beautiful without makeup,
one who is constantly telling you of how much he cares and how is lucky to have you,
THE one who turns to his friends and says THAT'S HER!
A guy gets a girl 11 real roses and one fake rose. When he gave her the 12 roses, he said,"I'll love you until the last one dies."
I read Eclipse and wanted to smack Jacob Black REALLY REALLY HARD. Then Bella did it for me
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.
Now you have 2 choices:
1) Repost this message, or
I am the girl that people look through when I say something. I am the girl that spends most of her free time reading, writing, or doing other activities that most teenagers wouldn't call normal. I am the girl that people call weird, and a freak either behind my back or to my face. I am the girl that doesn't spend all her time on MySpace, or talking to a girlfriend on a cellphone or regular phone. I am the girl that hasn't been asked out in a year. I am the girl that has stopped to smell the flowers and jump and splash in the rain.
But I am also the girl who knows and is proud to be who she is, doesn't care if people call her weird (it's a compliment), who loves reading and writing and doing the things that no one seems to have the time to do any more, who loves and is obsessed with Twilight, who can express herself better with words than with emails, and knows the importance of the little things.
Copy and Paste this onto your account, and add your name to the list, if you are anything like me, so the girls who are diffrent and unique can know in their weakest times that they are unique, but not alone
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98 percent of teenagers do or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2 percent who hasn't, copy and paste this into your profile.
If you think that those stupid kids should just give that God-forsaken Trix rabbit some Trix, copy this into your profile.
If you have ever tripped on your own two feet copy and paste this into your profile.
If you are so obsessed with Twilight that it isn't funny anymore copy and paste this into your profile.
If you are in love with Edward Cullen copy and paste this into your profile.
If you ever pushed on a door that said pull copy and paste this into your profile.
If you have read Twilight over 10 times copy and paste this into your profile.
92 percent of teenagers would die if Abercrombie and Fitch told them it wasn't cool to breathe. Put this in your profile if you would be part of the 8 percent laughing your butt off.
If you've been on the computer for hours on end, reading numerous fanfictions, copy this into your profile.
If you have an odd sort of love/hate relationship with your computer, copy and paste this into your profile.
If you think that the kids should stop chasing Lucky and leave the leprechaun alone, then copy and paste this into your profile.
If you hear voices of the characters in your head...copy and paste this on your profile
If you are a person who acts friendly but has an evil mind and is secretly plotting world domination, copy and paste this into your profile
If you are addicted to vampires and would like to become one, post this onto your profile.
If you read New Moon and Eclipse and you wanted to kick Jacob Black REALLY REALLY HARD copy and paste this into your profile. (actually I wanted to kick him until he died, especially after Eclipse)
If you get good grades and still know nothing at all, copy and paste this onto your profile.
If you support the ‘Make Edward change Bella into a vampire’ club, copy this into your profile.
If you are addicted to vampires and would like to become one, post this onto your profile.
If you've ever fallen down the stairs and laughed because it's something Bella would do copy and paste this in to your profile.
If you agree with Bella that life without Edward is useless then copy this to your profile.
If you are counting the days until Breaking Dawn comes out copy and paste this into your profile.
You know your addiction to Twilight is getting dangerous when you've added "Volterra" to your computer's dictionary. If you have done just that, copy this into your profile
Paste this in your profile if you're a procrastination addict.
If you don't watch Laguna Beach or the O.C. or The Hills religiously, never have, never will, and are proud of it, copy and paste this into your profile.
If you have ever been so obsessed with something that now everyone is scared of you because of its effects copy this into your profile. (coughTwilightcough)
You have one advantage over me. You can kiss my butt and I can't.
When did I realise I was god? Well I was praying and suddenly I realized I was talking to myself...
Favorite Twilight Quotes:
"About three things I was absolutely positive about. First, Edward was a vampire. Second, there was a part of him - and I didn't know how dominant that part might be - that thirsted for my blood. And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him." Bella in Twilight
"Do I dazzle you?" Edward in Twilight
"I love you. It's a poor excuse for what I'm doing but it's still true." Edward in Twilight
"How strongly are you opposed to grand theft auto?" Alice in New Moon
"Before you, my life was like a moonless night. Very dark, but there were stars, points of light and reason. And then you shot across the sky like a meteor. Suddenly everything was on fire; there was brilliancy, there was beauty. When you were gone, when the meteor had fallen over the horizon, everything went black. Nothing had changed, but my eyes were blinded by the light. I couldn't see the stars anymore, and there was no more reason for anything." Edward in New Moon
"And so the lion fell in love with the lamb." "What a stupid lamb." "What a sick, masochistic lion." Edward and Bella in Twilight
"I cannot live without my life! I cannot live without my soul!" Edward reading from Wuthering Heights in Eclipse
Girl: Do I ever cross your mind?
I am but three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,
I must be stupid
I must be bad,
What else could have 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 all 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 to cry.
He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault
That he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for the door.
He's already locked it
And I sradish to 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 its now 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
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy,
This is one of the saddest things ever! If you care, put this in your profile.
this poem is sad it is about child abuse is a bad this that alot of children in the world have to deal with put this on your profile help make a differnts to help the children that have to deal with being abuse.