Poll: If a dead hunger games characarcter was brought back to life in my story "the third quarter quell with a few changes" which would it be? Also i will not update a single chapter for the arena until i have a winner. Vote Now!
if u guys want to check me out on a site called Kidzworld.com, make an account and search hunger games fan!!!! hope 2 chat with u guys!!! also, CHECK OUT MY HUNGER GAMES ROLEPLAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11
I now have 2 open contests going on.. for the first one, write a one shot and post it on the website, then send me the name of your story. the winner will become my new beta for all my future story's i really desperetly need a beta so please hurry and send me your title once the story is up. The second contest is a drawing contest. write a one shot and draw a picture OF A NON-BLOODY SCENE (ON YOUR OWN NOT USING A FRIEND FAMILY MEMBER OR COMPUTER) all story's must be related T or under. Also they all must be hunger games not mixes or anything else. For a hint on what you should write look at my favorite list. P.s. i don't care about the length of the story's as long as it is only one chapter and is more that 2 paragraphs. just to be clear look below for the prizes of the 2 contests
beta contest: you will be my beta until you get sick of the job, or until you start to slack on the job in which case i would fire you and hire my second place person.
Drawing contest: i will make a shout out to you in all the future story's, and if i can figure out a way how i will make your drawing my avatar picture for 3 to 4 months and add on every review i make that you drew the picture.
IF YOU ARE GOING TO DO THE CONTEST SEND ME A PM TELLING ME WHICH CONTEST YOU ARE DOING BEFORE YOU START.
BY THE WAY BIG HINT: TO ME THE BEST HUNGER GAMES CHARACTER IS CLOVE SO MAYBE YOU SHOULD CONSIDER USING HER AS A MAIN CHARACTER OR IN YOUR STORY'S. I ALSO LIKE PRIM. ANOTHER BIG HINT I HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR SOMEONE TO WRITE A STORY ABOUT KATNISS AND CLOVE MEETING IN THE TRAINING CENTER THE NIGHT BEFORE THE GAMES SO I WILL AUTOMATICALLY GIVE YOU EXTRA POINTS IF YOU WRITE A STORY ABOUT THAT.
so I'm waiting for someone to comment on my first chapter of my story before i update so yeah. no updates until i get a comment, that's how all my chapters work. So here are some of the garbage all you stalkers out there want to know about me
Name: Gail and i am not telling you people my last name
Favorite book series: the hunger games of course (dosent take a genius to figure that out)
Weirdest thing Ive ever done: ran into a tree well running from "clove" (my friend and i where bored)
Favorite color: neon pink (i like all colors so my favorite colors change monthly
So you guys know how fanfiction has been taking away our syots? Follow these easy steps to join the rebellion
1. Pm me to say why you want to join the rebellion and i will add you to the list
2. Post this or something like this on your profile and/or on your story(s)
3. Post a syot and get your friends to do so as well if we keep posting syots sooner ir later the website will just give up and let us keep our stories
list 12 of your favorite Hunger Games characters in no particular order, then answer these questions about them.
1) Have you ever read a 3/11 fic?
2) Do you think four is hot? How hot?
I like Peeta. But Gale on a scale of 1/10 i would say... 8 yeah 8
3) What would happen if twelve got eight pregnant?
That's not possible but ewww
4) Can you recall any fics about nine?
Katniss? um Yeah a lot of them
5) Would two and six make a good couple?
Clove/Bogs? no that's just wrong.
6) five/nine or five/ten? why
Prim/Katniss or Prim/Effie? whoever made up these questions is just messed up
7) What if seven walked in on two and twelve making out?
If Cato walked in on Clove and Foxface making out? well i guess Cato would kill Foxface
8) Make up a summary or a three/ten Fic?
a Peeta/Effie fic? no one would read it but.. maybe... the wig and the bread?
9) Is there such a thing as one/ eight fluff?
Haymitch/Rue fluff? NEVER!!!!!!!
10) Suggest a title for a seven/twelve hurt/ comfort fic?
11) Is anything on your fav list about eleven?
12) Think of a title for a two/four or a two/five?
13) If you wrote a song fic about eight, what would you title it?
15) If you wrote a one/six/twelve fic, what would the warning be?
16) When was the last time you read a fic about five?
17)(1) and (7) are in a happy relationship until (9) runs off with (7). (1) ,heartbroken, has a hot one-night stand with (11) and a brief unhappy affair with (12), then follows the wise advice of (5) and finds true love with (3).
Rue and Cato are in a happy relationship until Katniss runs off with Cato. Rue ,heartbroken, has a hot one-night stand with Glimmer and a brief unhappy affair with Foxface, then follows the wise advice of Prim and finds true love with Peeta.
18) What title would you give this fic?
19) How would you feel if Seven/Eight were in a fight?
20. What would you think if you found (5) was a really good friend of a sibling or relative of yours?
21. How would you react if you saw (8) and (11) in a closet together with a rubber ducky?
22. How would you feel if (2) dissed you in the worst possible way ever?
Clove? Well that would just be Clove being Clove
23. You just came home from school and all of your friends hate you, your teacher just gave you an F on the most important project of the year (just imagine it happened for the smart alecks out there), and your parents have grounded you as your teacher had already called and told them of your grade. You open the door to your bedroom and you find (10) rummaging through your stuff. What do you do?
25. What would you feel this second if (4) gave you a daisy right now?
26. (6) has just stolen your hairbrush. What is the first thing you would say?
27. (7), (9), and (4) have banded together at 3 in the morning and starts to sing the most annoying song you know as loud as they can, waking you up. What is the first thing you think?
28. What if (2) and (11) were your teachers?
29. What would (8) say if (1) and (5) got married?
30. What would (6) most likely be buying at Target?
90% OF TEENS WOULD HAVE A BREAKDOWN IF JUSTIN BEIBER WAS STANDING ON THE EDGE OF A TOWER READY TO JUMP. COPY AND PASTE THIS IF YOU ARE ONE OF THE 10% OF PEOPLE THAT WOULD BRING A LAWN CHAIR AND POPCORN AND SCREAM "JUMP!"
Most teens would suffer a heart attack if they saw somebody burning Twilight Re- post this and add your name if you'd be singing campfire songs and toasting marshmallows around it: Ninjakat403, HetaliaSparkleParty, Gir'sdoomsongofdoom, Fluteorwrite, Katnissfire87654,Hungergamesrock17153,
Some people say they are big readers. That they're so into books it's not funny. However the only way to tell is if they 1.) Suddenly gasp when something exciting happens in the book. 2.) Start talking to the book because that's not how they want the book to go. 3.) Hurl the book across the room when one of their favorite characters dies. Copy and paste this if you are one of these people. (that's SO me that its scary!!!!!)
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.
Now you have 2 choices:
1) Repost this message to show the warnings of Drunk Driving.
2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart
Her name was Auroura
she was only five
This is what happened
When she was alive
Her dad was a drunk
Her mom was an addict
Her parents kept her
Locked in an attic
Her only friend was a little toy bear
It was old and worn out
And had patches of hair
She always talked to it
When no one's around
She lays there and hugs it
Not a peep of sound
Until her parents
unlock the door
Some more and more pain
She'll have to endure
A bruise on her leg
A scar on her face
Why would she be
In such a horrible place?
But she grabs her bear
And softly cry's
She loves her parents
But they want her to die
She sits in the corner
Quiet but thinking," God, why? Why is
My life always sinking?"
Such a bad life
For a sad little kid
She'd get beaten and beaten
For anything she did
Then one night
Her mom came home high
The poor child was hit and slapped
As hours went by
Then her mom suddenly
Grabbed for a blade
It was sharp and pointy
One that she made
She thrust the blade
Right in her chest,
" You deserve to die
You worthless pest! "
The mom walked out
Leaving the girl slowly dying
She grabbed her bear
And again started crying
Police showed up
At the small little house
They quickly barged in
Everything was as quiet as a mouse
One officer slowly
Opened a door
To find the sad little girl
Lying on the floor
It must have been bad
To go through so much harm
But at least she died
With her best friend in her arms
If you hate child abuse then repost this on your profile.
For me, crazy is a loose term. Crazy is when you start dancing in Wal-Mart to it's cheesy music. Crazy is when you laugh uncontrollably at your own jokes. Crazy is when you stare at a pencil and laugh when someone asks you what is so interesting about the eraser. Crazy is when you have an hour-long sob fest, and then start singing and dancing when your favorite song comes on. Crazy is when you do or say a completely random thing, like "Do you ever wonder where the eraser bits go?" Crazy is when you have a thumb war with yourself. Crazy is when you type up all your favorite sayings, print them off and tape them to your wall, just for something to do. Crazy is when you laugh when nothing's funny. Crazy is when you crack up if someone says "Oatmeal!” Crazy is when you forget what you're saying in the middle of a sentence. Crazy is when you take the time to write down stuff like this and memorize it. Crazy is when you memorized every single line of the Harry Potter series. Crazy is when your so obsessed with CSI that you bang on the T.V. every now and then to see if Grissom will come out . Crazy is when you’re going through this as a checklist. Crazy is when you quote Charlie the Unicorn at random moments. Crazy is when you eat twenty pixie sticks in one day. Crazy is when your crazy. Crazy is when start talking nonsense everyday during gym. Crazy is when you convince your friends your 'high' because you can't stop laughing even when nothing is funny. And then all of you convince the nearest adult that you're having a breakdown. Crazy is when you trip up the stairs, and laugh all the way back down them. When you go to look at cats and can't stop. Crazy is when your binder of Spanish vocabulary words gets so big and thick that you title itHarry Potter and the Spanish Vocabulary. Crazy is when you doze off playing your virtual iPod in your head and are snapped out of it when I friend asks you why your wiggling to what seems like a beat. Crazy is when you stand on the street corner dressed in snazzy costumes and sing the Lollipop song at the top of your lungs while waving at random cars as they drive by. Crazy is when you fall out of bed and then ask the floor if it's OK. Crazy is when you memorize the complete biographies and physical traits of every character in Twilight (or almost, at least). Crazy is when you write Jasper Hale is hot on your homework instead of doing it. Crazy is when you try to make up the twilight characters signatures. Crazy is when you go on a sugar high when you haven't eaten anything sugary all day. Crazy is when someone knocks you flat on your back and your the one who gets up laughing. Crazy is when you draw shoes on your revision paper when you're supposed to be revising. Crazy is when you scream when the toaster pops after watching something kind of scary. Crazy is when you start having illusions after playing Guitar Hero for hours with your cousin. Crazy is when you get drunk with soda. Crazy is when you count the number of steps you take while walking. Crazy is when you've done all of these things. Crazy is when you suddenly forget what you were going to do. Crazy is when you don't noticed something that is right in front of your eyes. Crazy is when you suddenly decide to hit someone and laugh when he/she yells. Crazy is when you become obsessed with every single book you read. Crazy is when you stay up until 3:00 in the morning reading. Crazy is when you talk to someone, start doing something, then when they talk, you scream like they snuck up on you. Crazy is if you are so obsessed with the hunger games that you imagine that when your playing tag, whoever is it has i weapon of some kind and is trying to kill you .If you're crazy, copy this onto your profile and add something crazy you've done to the list!
Actual things on products. Omg, people.
On a Sears hairdryer: Do not use while sleeping. ( that's the only time I have to work on my hair).
On a bag of Fritos! ..You could be a winner! No purchase necessary. Details inside. (the shoplifter special)?
On a bar of Dial soap: "Directions: Use like regular soap." (and that would be how?...)
On some Swanson frozen dinners: "Serving suggestion: Defrost." (but, it's "just" a suggestion).
On Tesco's Tiramisu dessert (printed on bottom): "Do not turn upside down." (well... a bit late, huh)!
On Marks & Spencer Bread Pudding: "Product will be hot after heating." (...and you thought?...)
On packaging for a Rowenta iron: "Do not iron clothes on body." (but wouldn't this save me more time?)
On Boot's Children Cough Medicine: "Do not drive a car or operate machinery after taking this medication." (We could do a lot to reduce the rate of construction accidents if we could just get those 5-year-olds with head-colds off those forklifts.)
On Nytol Sleep Aid: "Warning: May cause drowsiness." (and.. .I'm taking this because?...)
On most brands of Christmas lights: "For indoor or outdoor use only." (as opposed to...what?)
On a Japanese food processor: "Not to be used for the other use." (now, somebody out there, help me on this. I'm a bit curious.)
On Sunsbury's peanuts: "Warning: contains nuts." (talk about a news flash)
On an American Airlines packet of nuts: "Instructions: Open packet, eat nuts." (Step 3: maybe, uh...fly Delta?)
On a child's superman costume: "Wearing of this garment does not enable you to fly." (I don't blame the company. I blame the parents for this one.)
On a Swedish chainsaw: "Do not attempt to stop chain with your hands." (...was there a lot of this happening somewhere?)
On a can of cashews: "Warning: Contains Cashews." (Aw, darn. I bought it because I wanted ice cream!)
A Hunger Games Addict’s Prayer
I promise to remember Rue
When mockingbirds’ songs wake me
I’ll think of Foxface every time
I eat a strange new berry
If my little sister pets a goat
I promise to think of Prim
And if my best friend acts depressed
Then Gale; I’ll think of him
When I toss some wood in the fire
I’ll think of Katniss every time
And I’ll always think of Peeta
When my birthday cake’s sublime
The Capitol will cross my mind
When someone is unfair
I’ll be sure to think of Clove
Each time I pretend to care
I’ll always think of Glimmer
If someone’s pretty, but a dunce
And Thresh will occupy my mind
If I spare someone, something... Once
Whenever I watch a reality show
I will think of the Hunger Games
I’ll sure imagine Haymitch
If someone calls me names
I swear to think of Cato
When I’m homicidally inclined
I’ll make sure I think of Effie
When there’s nothing on my mind
I swear to remember the Hunger Games
And Catching Fire too
It’s important to think of the characters
They’re NOT mine (So, Collins, don’t sue!)
Copy above on your profile!
When you were 5, your mom gave you a ice cream cone. You thank her by yelling at her that it's the wrong kind.
When you were 9, your mom drove you from swimming class to soccer and one birthday party to another. You thanked her by slamming the door and never looking back.
When you were 10, your mom payed for piano classes. You thanked her by never coming to class.
When you were 12, your mom was waiting for a very important call. You thanked her by talking on the phone all night.
When you were 14, your mom payed for a month away at summer camp. You thanked her by not bothering to write a single letter.
When you were 16, your mom taught you how to drive her car. You thanked her by taking it every chance you got.
When you were 17, your mom drove you to the mall and gave you her credit card. You thanked her by maxing it out.
When you were 18, your mom cried at your high school graduation. You thanked her by partying until dawn.
When you were 20, your mom drove you to collage. You thanked her by saying good-bye to her outside the dorm so you wouldn't have to say bye in front of your friends.
When you were 26, your mom payed for your wedding. You thanked her by moving halfway across the world.
When you were 30, your mom fell ill and needed you to take care of her. You thanked her by reading about the burden parents became to children.
Then, one day, she quietly died and everything you did came crashing down
If YOU love your mom, re-post this and if you don't, you won't care if your mom dies, will you?
Stuff I don't believe at all but...whatevs
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 the chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiilling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this on your profile, she will not bother you.
The WHOLE story of the Girl who was pushed (Aka) THEY HURT HER( Poor Carmen)
Carmen Winstead was a young girl who died when she was pushed down the sewer by five girls she thought were her friends.
Carmen was 17 years old when her parents decided to move to Indiana. Her father had lost his job and the only way he could find new employment was by moving to a new state. The relocation caused a lot of problems for Carmen. She had to leave her friends behind and attend a whole new school in Indiana. Carmen had a hard time making friends when she changed schools. It was the middle of the school year and most of the students had no interest in befriending the new girl. Initially, she spent many days alone, walking from class to class without speaking to anyone, but she eventually started hanging around with a group of five other girls. Carmen thought these girls were her friends, but it wasn’t long before she discovered that they had been talking about her behind her back and spreading vile rumors.
When she confronted them, the girls turned on her and began bullying her every day, making her life a misery. They started out calling her names, but then the bullying got much worse. One day, she left her school books in the classroom at break time. When she returned, she found someone had taken a sharpie and written dirty words all over her books. Another day, she opened her bag and discovered someone had poured yoghurt all over the insides. Sometimes, she would come to school and find her locker had been vandalized. The final straw came when she put on her coat at recess and found that someone had stuffed dog poop in her pockets.
There and then, Carmen decided that she couldn’t take the bullying any longer. She planned to stay behind, that evening, after school, and tell her teacher what had been happening. Unfortunately, her decision came too late to save her life.
After lunch, her teacher announced that the school was holding a fire drill. When the alarm sounded, Carmen and the other students filed out of the classroom and assembled in the yard outside. As the teachers read out the roll call, the gang of five girls decided that this was a great opportunity to embarrass Carmen in front of the whole school during the fire drill. They moved over to where Carmen was standing, near a sewer drain, and began crowding the poor girl, getting in her face and nudging her towards the open manhole.
They pushed her and she tripped over and fell head-first down the manhole. When they saw her falling, the girls started giggling and when Carmen’s name was called out, they shouted "She’s down in the sewer!"
All of the other students began laughing. But when the teachers looked down the manhole and saw Carmen’s body lying at the bottom in the muck and the poop, the laughter abruptly stopped. Her head was twisted around at an odd angle and her face was covered in blood. Worse still, she wasn’t moving. There was nothing any of the teachers could do for her. Carmen was dead. When the police arrived and went down into the sewer, they determined that she had broken her neck. Her face had been torn off when she hit the ladder on the way down and her neck snapped when she landed on her head on the concrete at the bottom.
The police hauled Carmen’s body out of the sewer and sent her to the mortuary. Everyone had to stay behind after school while the police questioned all of Carmen’s classmates. The five girls lied to the police, saying they had witnessed Carmen falling down the sewer. The police believed the girls and Carmen Winstead’s death was ruled an accident and the case was closed. Everyone thought that was the last they would hear of Carmen Winstead, but they were wrong. Dead Wrong.
Months later, Carmen’s classmates began receiving strange e-mails on their MySpaces. The e-mails were titled "They Pushed Her" and claimed that Carmen hadn’t really fallen down the sewer, she had been pushed. The e-mails also warned that the guilty people should own up and take responsibility for their crime. If they didn’t there would be horrible consequences. Most people dismissed the e-mails as a hoax, but others were not so sure.
A few days later, one of the girls who pushed Carmen down the sewer was at home taking a shower, when she heard a strange cackling laugh. It seemed to be coming from the drain. The girl started to freak out and ran out of the bathroom. That night, the girl said goodnight to her mom and went to sleep. Five hours later, her mom was awoken in the middle of the night, by a loud noise that resounded throughout the house. She ran into her daughter’s room, only to find it empty. There was no trace of the girl. The worried mother called the police and when they arrived, they conducted a search of the area. Eventually, they discovered the girl’s grisly remains.
Her corpse was lying in the sewer, covered in muck and poop. Her neck was broken and her face missing. It had been completely torn off. One by one, all of the girls who pushed Carmen that day were found dead. They had all been killed in exactly the same way and were all found at exactly the same spot. In the sewer at the bottom of the same uncovered manhole where Carmen had met her doom. But the killing didn’t stop there. More and more of Carmen’s former classmates were found dead. It seemed that anyone who didn’t believe that Carmen had been pushed, was eventually found down in the sewer with their necks broken and their faces torn off.
They say that Carmen’s ghost is still on the rampage, hunting down anyone who doesn’t believe her story. According to the legend, Carmen will get you, whether it’s from a toilet, a shower, a sink or a drain. When you go to sleep, you’ll wake up in the sewer, in complete darkness, paralyzed, unable to move, hearing cackling laughter all around you. Then, as you scream in horror, Carmen will come and tear your face off.
So be careful who you bully, because you just might find yourself on the receiving end of the curse of Carmen Winstead.
FACT: About two months later, 16-year-old David Gregory read this post and didn't repost it. When he went to take a shower, he heard laughter, started freaking out, and ran to his computer to repost it. He said goodnight to his mom and went to sleep, but five hours later, his mom woke up in the middle of the night from a loud noise and David was gone. A few hours later, the police found him in the sewer, with a broken neck and the skin on his face peeled off.
Even Google her name - you'll find this to be true.
if you belive this to be true, repost this on your profile and add your name
I am a true Christian. I stick up for God and believe in him.
Believe in God and he'll always be there to protect you.
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 Killed 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...
92% of the teens have moved onto rap. If you are part of the 8% that still listens to real music, copy and paste this into your profile
I have a passion for the hunger games and would read them everyday if i didnt have stuff to do
92 percent of the teen population would be dead if Abecrombie and Fitch said it wasn't cool to breathe anymore. Put this in your signature/profile if you are one of the 8 who would be laughing your head off.
On December 24th, 2006 at 8:00 in the morning, a 14-year-old boy by the name of Scott Jackson was found dead. Doctors couldn't come up with the cause of his death. His mother checked his e-mails to see if she could figure out what happened. Turns out he was still signed into his Yahoo e-mail account. She found he had gone to sleep after he read and didn't send a chain letter about a little girl who kills you in your sleep with no natural cause of death. This is the e-mail she read: My name is Ofelia Heras. I'm 16 years old. I'm a murderer. I have no face. When you look at me you'll die immediately. You have 900 seconds to repost this onto your profile or I will visit you tonight
One night these five girls were having a sleepover when they heard chaos at the end of her street when they went down to find out what was happening. They learned that a woman was Killed and the man was on the loose. So they quickly ran home and bolt everything down. Everyone settles down for a while, then they started hearing weird noises coming from outside. They let their minds go wild so they got scared and hid inside a closet. The man was really outside and found a window that had a broken bolt. He crep in quietly. The girls were scared crapless. He walked into the room and opened the closet. The girls screamed and ran in separate directions. Four of the girls went downstairs and in the cellar door, which was right above the bathroom. He caught the fifth girl, took her into the bathroom, and skinnwed her alive. Her friends heard her die that night, but they couldn't do anything about it. They listened to her scratching the door to get out. In the morning when he had fled, the remaining girls went into the bathroom. There engraved into the wall was her message: HOW COULD YOU HAVE LET ME DIE? They looked up to get the tears out of their eyes and saw her flesh dangling from the knife that had skinned her. If you don't repost this, the man will skin you alive too, because they haven't caught him yet. And the girl will make sure you die so she can pass on the tale. Fact: A girl died in 1933 by a homicidal murderer.
Girl: how old r u? Man: 9 Girl: oh same! Man: let's meet up? Don't bring ur mum tho Girl: okay were? ... ... Man: vivie community park? Girl: okay! Man: tommorow at 9pm? Girl: okay c u there! Guess what happened... This girl met up with this unkown 42 year old man...!! She was stabbed in the back 31 times! and left in the bushes! Repost this otherwise at 1:00PM tonite ur phone will ring and a text will come up from a girl saying: Let's meet up! ... If u don't reply she will search u down and kill u like she was Im Not taking chances here sorry. I don't believe in this stuff, but it really creeped me out o_o