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Author has written 2 stories for Bleach.
- Hey, I'm new so please help me out with my fan fiction stories. Lets see, i am a females, 15 years old, brunette,dark brown eyes and i am a mexican born in Nevada, i am a in tenth grade at a magnet school; I'm a bit of loner and my beliefs and thoughts are weird, also I contradict a lot :) so yeah. I love anime, reading, and animals. Yeah! (chearing).
-Manga, writing, animals, nature, color green (lucky color), music, and... YAOI!
-People who judge others, selfish people, really loud screaching, homework, and myspace (no offense if you have one just not a big fan of it.)
Code Geass (1 and 2, can't wait for three!)
Kuroshitsuji (season 1 and 2)
Junjou Romantica (1 and 2)
So much more that i'll add later.
Teacher’s Pet- Bleach yaoi, Aizen/Ichigo, still adding chapters. ( First story ever!)
There isn’t much, ill update later.
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.''
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 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 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
Friends or best friends
FRIENDS:never ask anything to eat or drink
BESTFRIENDS: Help themselves and is the reason you never have any food
FREINDS:Call your parents M. Mrs and grandma and grandpa
BESTFRIENDS: Call your parents MOM and DAD GRAMS AND GRANDPAPPY
FRIENDS: Would bail you out of jail
BESTFRIENDS: Would be sitting next to you saying, "Shit! We really messed up! It sure was fun, though."
FRIENDS: Never seen you cry
BESTFRIENDS: Wont tell anyone else you cry... just laugh about it when your not down anymore
FRIENDS: Ask you to write down you number
BESTFRIENDS: Has you on speed dial
FRIENDS: Borrows your stuff and gives it back a few days later
BESTFRIENDS: Loses your stuff and tells you, "my bad .. heres a tissue"
FRIENDS: Only know a few things about you
BESTFRIENDS: Could write a very embarrassing biography about your life
FREINDS: Will leave you behind if thats what everyone else is doing
BESTFRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowd asses that left you
FRIENDS: Would knock on your front door
BESTFRIENDS: Would walk right in and say,"IM HOME"
FRIENDS: You have to tell them not to tell
BESTFRIENDS: Already know not to tell
FRIENDS: Are through high school/college (drinking buddies)
BESTFRIENDS: Are for life
FRIENDS: Will be there to take your drink away when they think you've had enough
BESTFRIENDS: Will look at you stumbling all over the place and say,"Girl/Boy drink the rest of that. You know we don't waste."
FRIENDS: Will crack under interrogation.
BESTFRIENDS: Will not only keep their mouths shut, but will help you hide the body.
FRIENDS: Will look at you like you're crazy when you tell them you're an alien from outerspace.
BESTFRIENDS: Will break you out of the loony bin and drive you to New Mexico to meet up with the mothership.
FRIENDS: Will know all your passwords.
BESTFRIENDS: MADE all your passwords.
FRIENDS: Hug when your down
BESTFRIENDS: Give you a hug, a kiss, and mess up your hair
FRIENDS: Will ignore this
GOOD FRIENDS: Will repost this!
BESTFRIENDS: Will add to it!!
HOMOPHOBIA: PLEASE READ THIS.
Notice: To all those who think Homophobia is wrong and want to fight for a better future for our gay and lesbian friends please re-post this into your profile:
I am the girl kicked out of her house because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister that holds her gay brother tightly through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks and in another year I would probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply to much to bear.
We are the couple that had the Realtor hang up on us when she realized we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed and raised. The court says I'm an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic partner who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because he grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the Home-Economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to 'my kind'.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most: love.
I am the person who is afraid of telling his Christian parents he loves another male.
Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong do your part to end it.