Author has written 17 stories for Twilight, Percy Jackson and the Olympians, and Speak.
It would be weird to go onto someone's profile without knowing a little about them, right? So here are some quick facts about me.
Favorite Books: Percy Jackson Series, Twilight Series, The Immortal Series, and The Cirque Du Freak Series
Favorite Genre of Music: Country
Favorite Male and Female Singer: Tim McGraw and Carrie Underwood
Hobbies: Reading, Writing, Hanging out with Friends, or Listening to Music
If you have ever tripped over your own feet, copy and paste this into your profile.
If you or your best friend is insane, copy this into your profile.
If you've ever had a mad laughing fit for no reason, copy and paste this onto your profile.
98 percent of the teenage population does or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2 percent who hasn't, copy and paste this in your profile.
If you spend multiple hours each day reading or writing or a combination of both...copy and paste this on your profile.
If you hear voices of the characters in your head...copy and paste this on your profile.
If you've ever asked a really stupid, obvious question, copy and paste this one your profile.
If you ever forgotten what you were talking about in a conversation copy and paste this into your profile
If you're one of those people who get excited when you see just one review, paste this into your profile.
If you've ever been looking for something, then forgot what it was and why it was so important, copy and paste this into your profile.
If you've ever tripped UP the stairs, copy this into your profile.
If you have a mind that you're sure no one will understand, copy this into your profile.
If you are obsessed with fanfiction copy this into your profile.
There's nothing wrong with arguing with yourself. It's when you argue with yourself and LOSE, then it's weird. If you agree, copy this and put it in your profile.
If you ever forgotten what you were talking about in a conversation copy and paste this into your profile
Wow, i've done all of those things. that's pretty bad, haha:)
FRIENDS: Will comfort you when he rejects you.
BEST FRIENDS: Will go up and ask him, "It's because you're gay, isn't it?"
FRIENDS: Will be there for you when he breaks up with you.
BEST FRIENDS: Will call him up and whisper, "Seven days..."
FRIENDS: Helps you up when you fall.
BEST FRIENDS: Keeps on walking saying, "Walk much, dumb ass?"
FRIENDS: Helps you find your prince.
BEST FRIENDS: Kidnaps him and brings him to you.
FRIENDS: Will ask you if you're okay when you're crying.
BEST FRIENDS: Will laugh at you and say, "Ha Ha, Loser!"
FRIENDS: Will offer you a soda.
BEST FRIENDS: Will dump theirs on you.
FRIENDS: Will sit at the side of the pool with you at that time of the month.
BEST FRIENDS: Will throw you a tampon and push you in.
FRIENDS: Gives you their umbrella in the rain.
BEST FRIENDS: Takes yours and says, "Run bitch run!"
FRIENDS: Will help you move.
BEST FRIENDS: Will help you move the bodies.
FRIENDS: Will bail you out of jail.
BEST FRIENDS: Would be in the room next to you saying, "That was awesome! Let's do it again!"
FRIENDS: Never ask for anything to eat or drink.
BEST FRIENDS: Helps themselves and are the reason why you have no food.
FRIENDS: Call your parents by Mr. and Mrs. and Grandpa, by Grandpa.
BEST FRIENDS: Call your parents DAD and MOM and Grandpa, GRAMPS!
FRIENDS: Would bail you out of jail.
BEST FRIENDS: Would be sitting next to you sayin "DAMN!" we messed up!"
FRIENDS: Have never seen you cry.
BEST FRIENDS: Wont tell everyone else you cried...just laugh about it with you in private when your not down anymore.
FRIENDS: Asks you to write down your number.
BEST FRIENDS: Has you on speed dial.
FRIENDS: Borrows your stuff for a few days then gives it back.
BEST FRIENDS: Loses your stuff and tells you, "My bad...here's a tissue."
FRIENDS: Only know a few things about you.
BEST FRIENDS: Could write a very embarrassing biography on your life story...
FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing.
BEST FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowds ass that left you
FRIENDS: Would knock on your front door.
BEST FRIENDS: Walk right in and say "I'M HOME."
FRIENDS: You have to tell them not to tell anyone.
BEST FRIENDS: Already know not to tell.
FRIENDS: Are only through high school/college.
BEST FRIENDS: Are for life.
FRIENDS: Will be there to take your drink away from you when they think you've had enough.
BEST FRIENDS: Will look at you stumbling all over the place & say "Girl drink the rest of that ! You know we don't waste!"
FRIENDS: Would read & ignore this
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
Did you know that 98 of teenagers will not stand up for God, and 93 of the people that read this won’t repost it?
Jesus had no servants, yet they called him Master...
He had no degree, yet they called him Teacher...
He had no medicine, yet they called him Healer...
He had no army, yet kings feared him...
He won no military battles, yet he conquered the world...
He committed no crime, yet they crucified Him...
He was buried in a tomb, yet He lives today
Feel honoured to serve such a leader who loves us...
If you believe in the tiune God, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
then copy and paste this in your profile
If you ignore him, in the Holy Bible, Jesus says...
"If you deny me before man, I will deny you before my Father in Heaven..."
96 of teens wont stand up for God...copy and paste if ur one of the 4 who will.
God does so much for us yet many find it hard to post a simple message lifting his name. I LOVE GOD
98 percent of teens won't stand up for God. If you will stand up for Him, copy this into your profile. Do it if you truly love God!
Even when you cant see him God is there. if you belive in God put this in your profile98 percent of the teenage population does or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2 percent who hasn't, copy and paste this in your profile.
If you take comfort in the fact that God gave the world his only son, add this to your profile.
97 of you wont repost this:
If you believe in GOD the FATHER, GOD the SON and GOD the HOLY GHOST, put this in your profile!
So there was this missionary in Africa and he finds two guys fighting. So he breaks up the fight and one guy needs to go to the doctor so the missionary pays for it.
Amazingly, whether you believe or not,
(\_/) PUT THIS ON YOUR PAGE
† Christianity is NOT Just A Religion †
The Percy Jackson pledge:
You know what Mommy
You went to the doctor today.
I can hear that doctor again.
Every Abortion Is Just . . .
One more heart that was stopped.
If you're against abortion, re-post this and if you almost cried post this in your profile
1. Put your iTunes (or iPod) on shuffle
2. For each question press the next button to get your answer
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!
1. WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
Red Dirt Road by Brooks and Dunn
2. WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
Good Directions by Billy Currington
3. WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
My Old Friend by Tim McGraw
4. WHAT IS 2 2?
I Never Told You by Colby Caillat
5. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
What About Now by Chris Daughtry
6. WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Love Like Crazy by Lee Brice
7. WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
Gotta Be Somebody by Bucky Covington
8. WHAT DO YOU WANNA BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
Dancing With Tears In My Eyes by Kesha
9. WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Forget About Us by Tim McGraw
10. WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
Something To Be Proud Of by Montgomery Gentry
11. WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
Learning How To Bend by Gary Allan
12. WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
You'll Think Of Me by Keith Urban
13. WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
The Climb by Miley Cyrus
14. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
Seventeen by Tim McGraw
15. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
Only You Can Love Me This Way by Keith Urban
16. WHAT IS THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?
Already Gone by Kelly Clarkson
17. HOW WILL YOU DIE?
Keep The Girl by Jason Aldean
18. WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU WILL REGRET?
If I Die Today by Tim McGraw
19. WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?
Angry All The Time by Tim McGraw
20. WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?
Stupid Boy by Keith Urban
21. WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?
Grown Men Don't Cry by Tim McGraw
22. WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?
Just A Dream by Carrie Underwood
23. DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?
Why by Jason Aldean
24. IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME AND CHANGE ONE THING, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?
Red Rag Top by Tim McGraw
25. WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?
You Found Me by The Fray
26. WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?
Airplanes by B.O.B feat. Hayley William
This story is about a little girl that was abused. If you care about it, copy and paste it to your profile.
My name is sarah 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 starting 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 start 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, Murdered me.
Child abuse, MAKE IT STOP!
You know your addicted to fanfics when:
1. you can't sleep unless you think about them in bed
2. you talk to yourself about fanfics constantly
3. simple everyday things give you a idea for a new fanfic
4. you have so many fanfic ideas that you forget them all
5. you read 3 fanfics a day
6. you can't decide whether to read or write a fanfic
TRY NOT TO CRY
Mommy...dylan 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, huge crack.
Mommy, I was a good girl, I did what I was told,
I went to church , I got straight A's, I even got the gold!
When I went to school that day,
I never said good-bye.
I'm sorry that I had to go, But Mommy, please don't cry.
When dylan shot the gun, he hit me and many others,
And all because dylan , got the gun from his brother.
Mommy, please tell Daddy; That I love him very much,
And please tell 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; I'll be waiting for her now
And tell my wonderful friends; That they always were the best
Mommy, I'm not the first, I'm no better than the rest
Mommy, tell my teachers; I won't show up for class,
And never to forget this, And please don't let this pass
Mommy, why'd it have to be me? No one, though, deserves this.
But mommy, it's not fair, I left without a kiss.
I think I even saw one doctor, trying not to cry.
Mommy, I'm slowly dying, with a bullet in my head,
But Mommy please remember, I'm in heaven with the dead
When I heard that great, big crack, I ran as fast as I could
please 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 saint, I really wanted to live.
But Mommy I must go now, The time is getting late, Mommy, tell my boyfriend I'm sorry I have to cancel the date. I love you Mommy, I always have, I know you know its true
And Mommy all I need to say is, "Mommy, I love you"
In Memory of The Columbine & Virginia Tech
Please if you would,
If you pass this on,
Maybe people will cry,
Just keep this in your heart,
For the people who didn't get to say "Good-bye".
Now you have 2 choices,
1) Pass this on, and show people you care, repost as
A teenage girl about 17 had gone to visit some friends one evening and time passed quickly as each shared their various experiences of the past year.
She ended up staying longer than planned, and had to walk home alone. She wasn't afraid because it was a small town and she lived only a few blocks away.
As she walked along under the tall elm trees, she asked God to keep her safe from harm and danger.
When she reached the alley, which was a short cut to her house, she decided to take it.
However, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing at the end as though he were waiting for her.
She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for God's protection.
Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped round her, she felt as though someone was walking with her.
When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right past the man and arrived home safely.
The following day, she read in the newspaper that a young girl had been raped in the same alley just twenty minutes after she had been there.
Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and the fact that it could have been her, she began to cry.
Thanking the Lord for her safety and to help this young woman, she decided to go to the police station.
She felt she could recognize the man, so she told them her story.
The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a lineup to see if she could identify him.
She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before.
When the man was told he had been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed.
The officer thanked her for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her.
She asked if they would ask the man one question.
She was curious as to why he had not attacked her.
When the policeman asked him, he answered, "Because she wasn't alone. She had two tall men walking on either side of her."
You're never alone...
I am the girl that doesn't go to school dances, or games, and when I do go, I sit in a corner and read a book. 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 cell phone 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 actions, who doesn't need a guy to complete her, 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 different and unique can know in their weakest time that they are unique but not alone.: Iheartjake1220, FaerieRose13, Dancer4Life15,Marigold Winters, SparklingTopazEyes, FairyNinjaPrincess, MyImmortal01, Twilightxfanatic21, ArabellaSwanCullen, wisehead101, Taylorblue21
A 15 year old girl holds hands with her 1 year old son. People call her a slut, no one knows she was raped at 13.
People call another guy fat. No one knows he has a serious disease causing him to be overweight.
People call an old man ugly. No one knew he had a serious injury to his face while fighting for our country in the war.
Repost this if u are against bullying and stereotypes. I bet 98 % off u won't xx