Author has written 7 stories for X-overs, Step Up, My Babysitter's a Vampire, Degrassi, Misc. Tv Shows, and Victorious.
My name is Sofia. I'm 15 years old, and i want to be a writer..
My style is kinda scene but girly too, and i like different genres of music.
I am obsessed with Jesse, from My babysitter is a vampire... Dear god he's hot!
Im Team Katherine, unlike many people who are Team Elena (VD)
American Pie- Beta House
The Black Swan
The Boy In The Stripped Pyjamas
truly hate stereotypes ...
I'm SKINNY, so I MUST be anorexic.
I'm MEXICAN, so I MUST have hopped the border.
I have ARTISTIC TALENT, so I MUST think little of those who don't
I’m WHITE, so I MUST be responsible for everything going wrong on the planet: past, present, and future.
I'm a CUTTER so I MUST want to commit SUICIDE.
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Kiss on the Forehead = "I hope we're together forever"
What the gesture means...
Your Girl Side
You wear lip gloss/stick.X
YOUR GUY SIDE:
You love hoodies. X
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.
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50 THINGS YOU DIDN'T KNOW ABOUT ME UNTIL YOU READ THIS: Done on 03/14/10
Weasley? Fred (R.I.P)
Character, Overall? Oliver Wood
Female Character? Luna Lovegood
Male Charcter? Oliver Wood
Group Of Characters? Death Eathers (sorry cant help it!)
Adult? Bellatrix Lestrange
Professor? Remus Lupin
Non-Canon Ship? Ginny/Draco
Sweet? Chocolate frogs
Place? Ravenclaw Common Room
Weasley Twin? Fred
Product? A wand
Shop? Weasly's Wizard Wheezes
Couples? What Do You Think?
Ron/Hermione? Meeh.-- :/
Harry/Ginny? SO CUTE!
Harry/Luna? Just friends!
Harry/Pansy? Just... no.. ew
Ron/Luna? Wouldnt work!
Ron/Pansy? Definitely not!
Ron/Fleur? Fleur belongs with Bill.
Hermione/Draco? I just dont think so!
Hermione/Fred or George? Maybe?
James/Lily? LOVE T!
Lily/Snape? Friends? Yes. Couple? Nah!
Lily/Lupin? No, just no!
Tonks/Lupin? Yes ,I love them!
Draco/Pansy? They are okai... I guess
Fred/Angelina? Like Angelina with George better
This or that?
Harry or Ron? Harry
Hermione or Ginny? Ginny
Neville or Seamus? Neville
Snape or Slughorn? Slughorn
Fred Or George? Fred
Harry/Ginny or Harry/Hermione? Harry/Ginny
Ron/Hermione or Harry/Hermione? Ron/Hermione
Harry/Hermione or Harry/Luna? Harry/Luna
Ron/Hermione or Ron/Luna? Ron/Hermione
Hermione/Krum or Harry/Hermione? Hermione/Krum
Ron/Lavander or Ron/Hermione? Ron/Hermione
ButterBeer or Fire Whiskey? Firewhiskey
Zonko’s or Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes? Weasley's Wizard Wheezes
Hog’s Head Or The Three Broomsticks? The Three Broomsticks
James/Lily or Snape/Lily? James/Lily
Hogwarts or Hogsmeade? Hogwarts
Hogsmeade Or Diagon Alley? Diagon Alley
Malfoy Manor or Knockturn Alley? Malfoy Manor
Beartie Bott’s or Fizzing Whizbees? Fizzing Whizbees
Witch Weekly Or The Daily Prophet? Witch Weekly. The Daily Prophet is full of lies.
Rita Skeeter or Barty Crouch? Erm, I guess Rita...
Gyrffindor or Ravenclaw? Rawenclaw!
The first character I fell in love with:
Ian Somerhalder as Damon Salvatore
The character I never expect to love as much as I do now:
Katherine Pierce/Katrina Petrova
The character that everyone else loves that I don’t:
The character I used to like but not anymore:
Elena Gilbert... She was nice, but then she became a bitch!
The character I want to be like:
Katherine Pierce... Except the whole Klaus thing
The character I’d want to slap:
Tyler Lockwood and Elena Salvatore
A pairing that I love:
A pairing that I hate:
My three favorite characters:
Katherine, Jeremy Gilbert, Alaric Saltzman
My three least favorite characters:
Elena, Klaus, Elijah
Character I’m most like:
Why did you start watching (i.e recommended, heard about it, etc.)?
I was bored.
A child said to his mother: "Mom, I've painted on your bed sheets with
Now you have 2 choices:
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2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart
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My name is Tiffany
I am 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 do a wrong
I can’t speak at all
Or else im locked up
All day long.
When im awake im all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren’t home
When my mommy does come home
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe ill just get
One whipping tonight.
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie’s bar.
I hear him curse
My name is called
I press myself
Against the wall
I try to hide
From his evil eyes
I’m so afraid now
I’m starting to cry
He finds me weeping
Calls me ugly words,
He says its my fault
He suffers at work.
He slaps and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And run to 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 to late
His face has been twisted
Into a unimaginable shape
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
O please God, have mercy!
O please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door
While i lay there motionless
Brawled on the floor
My name is tiffany
I am three,
Tonight my daddy
And you can help
Sickens me top the soul,
And if you read this
and don’t pass it on
I pray for your forgiveness
Because you would have to be
One heartless person
To not be effected
By this Poem
And because you are effected,
Do something about it!
So all I ask you to do
Is pass this on!
IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE
Please pass it on.
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.
Thanks for reading!