Author has written 6 stories for Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Rags, and That's So Raven.
I live in chicago.
‘Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind.’ – Dr Seuss
Favorite books are:
Kane chronicles series
the face on the milk carton.
the hunger games
FAVORITE SONGS / bands/artist:
Run away love
I'm a fool
Take a hint
Rock the boat
Sign of a victory
mirrior on the wall
dont ever brea up with taylor spoof by shane dawson
PEOPLE WHO IRRITATE ME:
Lil kim rapper
the kids in my homebase and the kids at my school.
people who hate on people on youtube.
your favorite martian
any body who puts up high quality episodes of old shows that range from 1980's to 2009
avatar the last airbender/ legend of korra. (can't wait till second season)
TYLER PERRY SERIS( THEY SHOULD MAKE FANFICS FOR THOSE)
1000 ways to die
That's so Raven
let it shine
fast and furious
most of tyler perry movies.
the one i helped write and direct and get costumes and and props for called the helm theif it is on here it is published py this person with a really complicated name.
Meet the browns
madeas class reuion
a play based off this one book i can't remeber the name of (my mom is friends with this lady who is the god child of the author0
what is done in the dark(totally awesome.)
some of my teachers
COOL THINGS ABOUT ME
read on college level (since i was 10 now i am 12 birthday is this thurs day 2/21/13 yay)
goes to charter school
i have family in mississippi,oaklahoma,arizona,bostan,D.C,chicago were i live,and more.
Camp Half-Blood pledge
I promise to remember Percy
I promise to remember Annabeth
I promise to protect nature
I promise to remember Luke
I promise to remember Chiron
I promise to remember Tyson
I promise to remember Thalia
I promise to remember Clarisse
I promise to remember Bianca
I promise to remember Nico
I promise to remember Zoe
I promise to remember Rachel
I promise to remember The Stolls
I promise to remember Beckendorf
I promise to remember Silena
I promise to remember Michael Yew
I promise to remember Briares
I promise to remember those lost in the Battle of the Labyrinth
Yes, I promise to remember PJO
WHAT A KISS MEANS
Kiss on the forehead= "I hope we're together forever"
Kiss on the ear= "You are my everything"
Kiss on the cheek= "We're friends"
Kiss on the hand= "I adore you"
Kiss on the neck= "We belong together"
Kiss on the shoulder= "I want you"
Kiss on the lips= "I love you"
WHAT A GESTURE MEANS
Holding hands = "We definitely love each other"
Slap on the butt= "That's mine"
Holding on tight= "I don't wanna let go"
Looking in each other's eyes= "I just plain love you"
Playing with hair= "Tell me you love me"
Arms around the waist= "I love you to much to let go"
Laughing while kissing= "I am completely comfortable with you"
Picking up someone off their feet= "That they love them fully and would do ANYTHING for them"
WITHOUT READING IT YOU HAVE NO HEART...BUT IF YOU FIND YOU CANNOT STOP UNTIL YOU REACH THE END THEN YOU MUST HAVE A VERY BIG HEART.
Mummy...Johnny brought a gun to school
Don't read this:
This is a true story. A girl died in 1933. A man buried her when she was still alive. The murderer chanted, "Toma Sota Balcu," as he buried her.Now that you have read this 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 on your profile, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded.
I am going to start making more poems. But I will try to finish my story. my laptop deleted the 3 chapter. so now i need 2 start over
Believe in GOD
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, Diane 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 weep.
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 Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her.
She asked if they would ask the man one question.
Diane 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."
Amazingly, whether you believe or not, you're never alone. Did you know that 98 of teenagers will not stand up for God?
Re-post this as Love vs. Sex if you truly believe in God..
PS: God is always there in your heart and loves you no matter what...and if you stand up for him he will stand up for you. I bet 93 of you people that read this won't re-post
therses nothing wrong with being differnt.
I am the girl kicked out of her home 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 who holds her gay brother tight 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 will 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 too much to bear. We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out 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 am 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-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male. I am the father who has never hugged his son because I 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 loving Christian parents he loves another male.
Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it
Believe in GOD
"I understand that Scissors can beat Paper, and I get how Rock can beat Scissors, but there's no way Paper can beat Rock. is Paper is supposed to magically wrap around Rock leaving it immobile? Why the heck can't paper do this to scissors? Screw scissors, why can't paper do this to people? Why aren't sheets of college ruled notebook paper constantly suffocating students as they attempt to take notes in class? I'll tell you why, because paper can't beat anybody, a rock would tear that crap up in two seconds. When I play rock/ paper/ scissors, I always choose rock. Then when somebody claims to have beaten me with their paper I can punch them in the face with my already clenched fist and say, oh crap, I'm sorry, I thought paper would protect you."
Even when you can’t see him GOD is there! If you believe in GOD put this in your profile
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 honored to serve such a leader who loves us...
If you believe in God and Jesus Christ his Son
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..."