Author has written 3 stories for Vampire Academy, and Harry Potter.
Well I guess I can tell you a little bit about me.
Name: I have many. For now I'll go with Rosie. It's my favourite and one of the most common.
Age: Recently turned 17. That's all you're getting.
Where I live: I'm not giving specifics but pretty close to Toronto. Ask in 4 years and I'll probably say England.
I have a cat, his name is Colby. He's a mix between a bengal tabby, a serenyeti, and a persian. so he's pretty awesome. I also have 2 frogs that go by Kermit and Kermit Squared. I'd like to own a few more cats and some dogs. I'm an animal person. I think owning a parrot would be pretty cool. I'd teach it how to talk.
I'd like to say what people say about me doesn't bother me but that would be a lie. It does, but I've made alot of enemies so I'm kinda used to it.
Hmmmm whatelse. Well I am planning on either being a nurse, a psychologist, or a forensic psychologist.
I have a sister and a brother who shall remain nameless.
Many people believe my sister and I are twins but we're not. She's actually 7 years older than me. And alot less mature, which is saying something seeing as I can be very immature.
Alot of people don't like me because I don't show emotion very often so they seem to think I hate everyone. I don't hate everyone, I just strongly dislike alot of people.
I personally would love to change my name. I don't really like it. And no one can actually spell my first name.
I like the names of flowers and stars. So whoever marries me is going to end up with children who have strange names.
I love children. I personally would like about 8 of them. But that's alot and life is so expensive so maybe I can go with 4.
Well I guess that's all you need to know about me. If you really want to know more about me, or all of these names I have picked out I guess you could PM me but don't feel offended if I don't answer right away. I plan on doing alot of travelling this year so I may not have time to answer.
Book- Harry Potter
Music- Don't have a favourite, I listen to pretty much everything
Song- Right now I'm into Ed Sheeran.
Movie- Red Riding Hood, Transformers 1-3
Sport- Figure Skating and Field Hockey (polar opposites much)
Food- Double Chocolate Muffins and Twizzlers
Colour- Black and Purple
Mood- Anger (it helps me write better)
DIRECTIONER FOR LIFE!!!
The Sorting Hat says I belong in Slytherin!
Said Slytherin, "We'll teach just those whose ancestry is purest."
Slytherin students are typically cunning and hungry for power.
Wand: Rowan 12 1/4 inches pheonix feather
Favourite Classes: Transfiguration, Charms, Dark Arts, Potions, Astronomy
Animagus Forms: Panther, Arctic Fox, Snow Leopard
Never knock on Death's door. Ring the doorbell and run away. He hates that.
When you get caught looking at him, just remember he was looking back.
Don't follow in my footsteps... I run into walls.
I agree with the dictionary. Girls before guys, partying before studying, and friends before love.
When life gives you lemons, make grape juice then sit back and watch the world wonder how you did it.
A friend is a person who knows all about you... and still goes out with you in public.
Life's a BITCH cause if it was a SLUT it would be EASY.
Your wierdness is creeping my imaginary friend out.
I'm not so good with advice. Can I interest you in a sarcastic comment?
I don't suffer from insanity, I enjoy every minute of it.
I used to be normal until I met the freaks I call my friends.
Education is important, school however is another matter.
Flying is simple. Just throw yourself at the ground and miss.
My favourite word is sarcasm.
How Could You?
When I was a puppy, I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child, and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask, "How could you?" -- but then you'd relent and roll me over for a belly rub.
My housebreaking took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed and listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect.
We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs" you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.
Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.
She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" -- still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate.
Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love." As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears, and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch -- because your touch was now so infrequent -- and I would've defended them with my life if need be. I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams, and together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me.
These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf. Now, you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family
I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said, "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar, as he screamed “No, Daddy Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life.
You gave me a good-bye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too. After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked, "How could you?"
They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you that you had changed your mind -- that this was all a bad dream... or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me.
When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited. I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day, and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table and rubbed my ears, and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her, and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood. She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured, "How could you?" Perhaps because she understood my dog speak, she said, "I'm so sorry."
She hugged me, and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself -- a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. And with my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not directed at her.
It was directed at you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of you. I will think of you and wait for you forever. May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty. Put this on your page if this story brought tears to your eyes as it did mine.
I'm EMO so I MUST cut my wrists.
I'm not like everyone else so I MUST be a loser.
I speak my mind so I MUST be a BITCH.
I don't have a RELIGION, so I MUST not have MORALS.
I'm a LIBERAL so I MUST be GAY.
I'm SOUTHERN, so I MUST be WHITE TRASH.
I'm YOUNG so I MUST be NIAVE.
I were BLACK, so I MUST be a GOTH.
I'm a WHITE GIRL, so I MUST be a nagging, steal-your-money kind of girlfriend.
I dress in UNUSUAL ways, so I MUST be looking for attention.
I wear what I want, so I MUST be a POSER.
I hang out with gays, so I MUST be GAY TOO.
I'm a VIRGIN, so I MUST be a PRUDE.
I don't like the sun, so I MUST be ALBINO.
I have alot of friends, so I MUST love to drink and party.
I'm a GAY RIGHTS supporter, so I WILL go ot hell.
I'm NATIVE AMERICAN, so I MUST dance aroung a fire screaming like a savage.
I'm a GIRL who actually EATS LUNCH, so I MUST be FAT.
I support GAY RIGHTS, so I MUST fit in with everyone.
I have ARTISTIC TALENT, so I MUST think little of those who don't.
I have a DIFFERENT sense of HUMOR, so I MUST be crazy.
I'm TEXAN, so I MUST ride a horse.
I draw ANIME, so I MUST be a freak.
I am a FANGIRL, so I MUST be a crazy, obsessed stalker.
I'm INTELLIGENT, so I MUST be weak.
I am AMERICAN, so I MUST be obese, loud-mouthed, and arrogant.
I'm a YOUNG WRITER, so I MUST be emo.
I'm a TEENAGER, so I MUST have a STEREOTYPE.
I like BLOOD, so I MUST be a VAMPIRE.
I'm CANADIAN, so I MUST live in an igloo and finish every sentence with ey.
I'm WHITE, so I MUST be responsible for everything going wrong on the planet: past, present, and future.
I'm not the most POPULAR person in school, so I MUST be a loser.
I care about the ENVIRONMENT, so I MUST be a tree hugging hippy.
I like CARTOONS, so I MUST be IRRESPONSIBLE.
I like READING, so I MUST be a LONER.
I DISAGREE with my government, so I MUST be a TERRORIST.
I'm a PERSON, so I MUST be LABELED.
I like GAMES, ANIME, and COMICS, so I MUST be childish.
I'm a TEENAGER, so I MUST have no clue.
I'm SKINNY, so I MUST be anorexic.
I'm PRETTY, so I MUST not be a virgin.
I DYE MY HAIR CRAZY COLOURS, so I MUST be looking for attention.
I HAVE A BUNCH OF GUY FRIENDS, so I MUST be fucking them all.
I hang out with GAYS, so I MUST be gay too.
I'm a GIRL, so I MUST like to talk about crushes, dolls, not getting dirty and parties.
I'm a FEMALE, so I MUST have long hair.
I SINGLE, so I MUST be ugly.
I'm NEGRO, so I MUST carry a gun.
I'm BLONDE, so I MUST be a ditz.
I'm JAMAICAN, so I MUST smoke weed.
I'm HAITIAN, so I MUST eat cat.
I'm ASIAN, so I MUST be sexy.
I'm JEWISH, so I MUST be greedy.
I'm GAY, so I MUST have AIDS.
I'm a LESBIAN, so I MUST have a sex-type.
I'm ARAB, so I MUST be a terrorist.
I'm RELIGIOUS, so I MJST shove my beliefs down your throat.
I'm ATHEIST, so I MUST hate the world.
I'm REPUBLICAN, so I MUST not care about poor people.
I a DEMOCRAT, so I MUST not believe in being responsible.
I TAKE (or used to take) ANTI-DEPRESSANTS, so I MUST be crazy.
I'm IRISH, so I MUST have a drinking problem.
I'm INDIAN so I MUST own a convenient store.
I'm a CHEERLEADER so I MUST be a whore.
I'm a DANCER so I MUSt be stupid, stuck-up, and a whore.
I wear SKIRTS so I MUST be a slut.
I'm PUNK so I MUST do drugs.
I'm RICH so I MUST be a concieted snob.
I'm CUBAN so I MJST spend my spare time rolling cigars.
I'm NOT A VIRGIN so I MUST be easy.
I FELL IN LOVE WITH A MARRIED MAN so I MUST be a homewrecking whore.
I a TEENAGE MOM so I MUST be an irresponsible slut.
I'm POLISH so I MUST wear my socks with my sandals.
I'm ITALIAN so I MUST havs a big dick.
I'm EGYPTIAN so I MUST be a terrorist.
I'm INTO THEATRE AND ART so I MUST be a homosexual.
I a VEGETARIAN so I MUST be a crazy political activist.
I have BIG BOOBS so I MUST be a hoe.
I'm COLUMBIAN so I MUST be a drug dealer.
I'm RUSSIAN so I MUST be cool cuz thats how Russians roll.
I'm GERMAN so I MUST be a Nazi.
I'm BRAZILIAN so I MUST have a big butt.
I'm PEURTO RICAN so I MUST look good and be concieted.
I'm SALVADORIAN so I MUST be in MS 13.
I'm POLISH so I MUST be greedy.
I'm HAWAIIAN so I MUST be lazy.
I'm PERUVIAN so I MUST like llamas.
I'm a STONER so I MUSt be going in the wrong direction.
I'm STRAIGHT EDGE so I MUST be violent.
I don't STUDY much but still get STRAIGHT A's so I MUST be a cheater.
I'm a FEMALE GAMER so I MUST be ugly...or crazy.
I'm BLACK so I MUST love fried chicken and kool-aid.
I'm ASIAN so I MUST be a nerd and do homework 24/7.
I'm CHRISTIAN so I MUST hate homosexuals.
I'm MIXED so I MUST be fucked up.
I'm MUSLIM so I MUST be a terrorist.
I'm in a BAND so I MUST be a dork.
I'm BLACK so I MUST believe JESUS WAS A BROTHA.
I'm MORMON so I MUST be perfect.
I'm WHITE and have black friends, so I MUST think I'm black.
I'm an OG so I MUST be Mexican.
I'm BI so I MUST think every girl I see is hot.
I HAVE STRAIGHT A's so I MUST have no social life.
Respost this if you think stereotyping is wrong!!
BOLD what you are.
THIS IS THE DARK MARK.
All Death Eaters, copy and paste it into your profile immediately.
Long live the Dark Lord!