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im a 14 year old girl who loves to sing, draw and play bakugan. im a darkus brawler i rule at the game, i have short shoulder cut hair thats brownish blonde , brown eyes dark brown on left hazel on right , short n slim
FAVE color blue and green
FAVE hobbies: bakugan, club penguin, habbo, making bakugan amvs , singing, dancing, drawing,
fave music: rock and metal ( hardcore huh not wat you expect from a 14 year old girl)
i love the couple danxruno and shunxalice and acexmira
Jimmy two shoe
ir cold case files
theory of a dead man
three days grace
i LOVE salty foods. POPCORN AND DRAGONS!!
i draw random things and love to sing
these are my oc's
she is 14
a total sweet heart and she loves rowan
he is 15
tough and mean on the outside but sarah has unlocked his shell and has gotten to the sweet smart and wonderful guy.
a lil sassy and love fashion
a lil mean and is aslo the sweetheart but she is a back stabber if you dont watch your back
he is a body buileders, adicted to tv, and paula
hates shun,juile and baron they freak him out
is best friends with runo,dan,alice,ace ,mira and keith
he is full of suprises and a comdein.
is sweet n smart love danielle thompson
If you are one of the girls who would rather read than go shopping copy and paste this onto your profile and add your name to the list: A-Million-Words Morningsunburst darkusdragonwuverdanxruno
playlist for writing romance
addicted- saving abel
afficted- age of daze
turn it on-default
today was a fairlytale-t swizzle
love story-t swizzle
you belong with me-t swizzle
sana monica-theroy of a deadman
world so cold-three days grace
lost in you-three days grace
should have known better- sick puppies
hey soul sister - train
it's not over- daughtry
the crow and the butterfly- shinedown
falling inside the black -skillet
the older i get-skillet
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 afterall, 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 again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''
"OK," he said, "I hope I do have enough." I added some of my money to his without 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 newspaper 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 newspaper 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 forever.. 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.
runaway: cpt 2 in process