NAME: Kaitlynn

AGE: Mia Maid (Look it up)

FAVORITE COLOR: Green

SKILLS, INTERESTS, AND HOBBIES: Reading, Writing, (obviously!) Archery (combound bow), Singing (classical, broadway), Acting (broadway) , Piano, Art, Dance

FAVORITE PAIRINGS:

ShunXFabia (Bakugan)

DanXRuno (Bakugan)

KlausXAlice (Bakugan)

ErikXChristine (Phantom of the Opera)

GaleXKatniss (Hunger Games)

BellaXEdward (Twilight)

AnnabethXPercy (Percy Jackson/Heros of Olympus Series)

SofiaXAddicus (The Thriteenth Reality)

Prince Jaron/SageXImogen (The False Prince/The Ascendance Trilogy)

America SingerXPrince Maxon (The Selection Trilogy)

ArwenXAragorn (The Lord of the Rings Trilogy) (There really aren't that many 'pairings' in Lord of the Rings, but this one is still super sweet, I think)

FAVORITE TV SHOWS/MOVIES: Finding Bigfoot, Bakugan, Pokemon, Myth Busters, Property Brothers, Curb Appeal, Food Network Star, Restaurant Impossible, Hannity, The O'Riley Factor, Marvel Agents of Shield, Once Upon a Time, The Lord of the Rings Trilogy, The Hobbit (#'s 1 and 2) 25th Anniversary of The Phantom of the Opera, Love Never Dies, 25th Anniversary of Les Miserables, 2013 Motion Picture Les Miserables, and Phantom of the Opera

FAVORITE BOOKS: The Phantom of the Opera, Twilight series, Calvin and Hobbes, The Lightning Thief series, The Heros of Olympus series, The Hunger Games trilogy, The Thirteenth Reality, Adventures Wanted, Killing Lincholn, The Emerald Wand of Oz, Journal of Curious Letters, The Hunt for Dark infinity, Paranormalcy, The Selection, The False Prince, The Runaway King, The Shadow Throne (comes out Feburary 25th 2014!) The Elite, The One, The Lord of the Rings Trilogy, The Hobbit and sooooo many others its unreal!

ABOUT ME: If you haven't already noticed my 'slight' obsession with Broadway Musicals, I'll tell you now that ANDREW LLOYD WEBBER IS THE SOUNDTRACK TO MY LIFE! He is the most talented of musicians in the Broadway Industry (in my opinion). Music written by him (especially The Phantom of the Opera and Love Never Dies) to me, is music straight from the heavens above. Every note he plays is a another chord forever engraved in my heart. (There, all done, the worst is over!) The Phantom taught me lesson of judging a book by it's cover, and the consequences of doing so. His story is a heartbreaking one, yes, but it's also the most heartfelt of stories I've ever read. (Trust me, you're going to see an entire section of my profile dedicated to The Phantom! You've been warned!) There's probably nothing I wouldn't do for my family and friends. They're all so very dear to me, and I love them so very dearly. And that love, will never die. ;)

FAVORITE MUSICALS OF ALL TIME:

The Phantom of the Opera ( 1)

Les Miserables (# 2)

Love Never Dies (# 3)

Guys and Dolls

Wicked

Suessical the Musical

Cats (# 4)

Evita

Mama Mia

The Lion King

Hello Dolly

Annie

The Sound of Music

Funny Girl

Funny Lady

Oliver!

Fiddler on the roof

The Wizard of Oz

Grease

If you are against rascism, PUT THIS ON YOUR PROFILE, we will make our voices heard!

The white man said, "Colored people are not allowed here."

The black man turned around and stood up. He then said: "Listen sir...

when I was born I was BLACK,

When I grew up I was BLACK,

When I'm sick I'm BLACK,

When I go in the sun I'm BLACK,

When I'm cold I'm BLACK,

When I die I'll be BLACK.

But you sir,

When you're born you're PINK,

When you grow up you're WHITE,

When you're sick, you're GREEN,

When you go in the sun you turn RED,

When you're cold you turn BLUE,

And when you die you turn PURPLE.

And you have the nerve to call me colored?" The black man then sat back down and the white man walked away...

Post this on your profile if you hate racism. Do your part to stop it!

I am that girl, the one who likes books more than boys. The one who writes to escape. The one who just wants to help. The one that really wants to make a difference. The one that sticks to her values. The one that refuses to believe that this is it. The one that will do anything to make a better tomorrow. Copy and Paste if you can relate to this.

I am the girl...that doesn't go to school dances, or games, and when I do go, I sit in a corner and read a book. I am the girl that spends most of her free time reading, writing, or doing other activities that most teenagers wouldn't call normal. I am the girl that people call weird, and a freak either behind my back or to my face. I am the girl that doesn't spend all her time on MySpace, Facebook, and Instagram, or talking to a girlfriend on a cellphone or regular phone. I am the girl that hasn't been asked out in a year. I am the girl that has stopped to smell the flowers and jump and splash in the rain.

But I am also the girl who knows and is proud to be who she is, who doesn't care if people call her weird (it's a compliment), who loves reading and writing and doing the things that no one seems to have the time to do any more, who loves and is obsessed with what she loves and is obsessed with it, who can express herself beter with words than on a computer, and knows the importance of the little things.

Copy and Paste this onto your account if you are anything like me, so the girls who are diffrent and unique can know in their weakest times that they are unique, but not alone.

Dare to be Mormon, Dare to stand alone, Dare to have a purpose firm, dare to make it known

Thomas S. Monson

"Let your voice be heard, for a testimony is to be found in the bearing of it" -Boyd K. Packer

"Testimony is as elusive as a moonbeam; it's as fragile as an orchid; you have to recapture it every morning of your life. You have to hold on by study, by faith, and by prayer. " -President Harold B. Lee

You Know You Live In 2014 When...

1. You accidently enter your password into your microwave

2. You haven't played solitaire with real cards in years

3. Your reason for not staying in touch with friends are the don't have Aim, Myspace or a live journal

4. You'd rather look all over the house for the remote instead of just pressing the power button on the tv

6. Your evening activity is sitting at your computer

7. As you read this list you think about sending it to all of your friends

8. You read this list and keep nodding and smiling

9. You think about how stupid you are for reading this

10. You were too busy to notice number five

11. You actually scrolled back up to see if there even was a number five

12. And now your laughing at your stupidity

13. You now plan to put this on your profile cause you fell for it

Bold the statements below that apply to you

.:FIRE:.
You have a short temper.
You often act on your emotions without thinking first.
You are very competitive.
You like to play with fire.
You are not a strong swimmer or you can't swim at all.
You prefer warm weather over cold weather.
You often lose control over yourself.
You can be quite reckless.
You sometimes hurt people without realizing it.
People have often called you insane.
Total: 1

.:WATER:.
You have a calm, laid-back personality.
You like to go to the beach.
You rarely get angry.
When you do get angry, you know how to control it.
You think before you act.
You are good at breaking up fights.
You are a good swimmer.
You like the rain.
You can stay calm in stressful situations.
You are very generous.
Total: 9

.:EARTH:.
You are physically strong.
You have a close connection with nature.
You don't mind getting dirty.
You form strong opinions on issues that concern you.
You could easily survive in the wild.
You care about the environment.
You can easily focus on your work without getting distracted.
You rarely get depressed.
You aren't afraid of anything.
You prefer to have a strict set of rules.
Total: 10

.:AIR:.
You have a free spirit.
You hate rules.
You prefer to be out in the open rather than in small, enclosed spaces.
You hate to be restrained.
You are very independent and outgoing.
You are quite intelligent.
You tend to be impatient.
You are easily distracted.
You can sometimes be hyperactive and/or annoying.
You wish you could fly.
Total: 5

.:DARKNESS:.
You spend most of your time alone
You prefer nighttime over daytime.
You like creepy things.
You like to play tricks on people.
Black is your favorite color.
You prefer the villains over the heroes in movies, TV shows, video games, etc.
You don't talk much.
You are atheist.
You don't mind watching scary movies.
You love to break the rules.
Total: 1

.:LIGHT:.
You are very polite.
You are spiritual.
When someone is in trouble, you never hesitate to help them.
You believe everything you see or hear.
You are afraid of the dark.
You hate violence.
You hope for world peace.
You are generally a happy person.
Everyone loves to be around you.
You always follow the rules.
Total: 9

"A positive attitude may not solve all your problems, but it will annoy enough people to make it worth the effort" Herm Albright

"Everyone is a genius. But if you judge a fish on its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing it is stupid" Albert Einstein

"Life is either a daring adventure or nothing" Helen Keller

"Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much" Oscar Wilde

"In spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart" - Anne Frank

"Never bend your head. Always hold it high. Look the world straight in the face" - Hellen Keller

"If you judge people, you have no time to love them" - Mother Teresa

"Those who dwell among the beauties and mysteries of te earth, are never alone or weary of life" - Rachel Carson

"Winning has always meant much for me, but winning friends has meant the most" -Babe Dickinson

Cope and paste any of these on your proflie if you like them, I know I do! :)

You Are Special
by Max Lucado

The Wemmicks were small wooden people. Each of the wooden people was carved by a woodworker named Eli. His workshop sat on a hill overlooking their village. Every Wemmick was different. Some had big noses, others had large eyes. Some were tall and others were short. Some wore hats, others wore coats. But all were made by the same carver and all lived in the village. And all day, every day, the Wemmicks did the same thing: They gave each other stickers. Each Wemmick had a box of golden star stickers and a box of gray dot stickers. Up and down the streets all over the city, people could be seen sticking stars or dots on one another.

The pretty ones, those with smooth wood and fine paint, always got stars. But if the wood was rough or the paint chipped, the Wemmicks gave dots. The talented ones got stars, too. Some could lift big sticks high above their heads or jump over tall boxes. Still others knew big words or could sing very pretty songs. Everyone gave them stars.

Some Wemmicks had stars all over them! Every time they got a star it made them feel so good that they did something else and got another star. Others, though, could do little. They got dots.

Punchinello was one of these. He tried to jump high like the others, but he always fell. And when he fell, the others would gather around and give him dots.

Sometimes when he fell, it would scar his wood, so the people would give him more dots. He would try to explain why he fell and say something silly, and the Wemmicks would give him more dots. After a while he had so many dots that he didn't want to go outside. He was afraid he would do something dumb such as forget his hat or step in the water, and then people would give him another dot. In fact, he had so many gray dots that some people would come up and give him one without reason. "He deserves lots of dots," the wooden people would agree with one another. "He's not a good wooden person."

After a while Punchinello believed them. "I'm not a good Wemmick," he would say. The few times he went outside, he hung around other Wemmicks who had a lot of dots. He felt better around them.

One day he met a Wemmick who was unlike any he'd ever met. She had no dots or stars. She was just wooden. Her name was Lucia. It wasn't that people didn't try to give her stickers; it's just that the stickers didn't stick. Some admired Lucia for having no dots, so they would run up and give her a star. But it would fall off. Some would look down on her for having no stars, so they would give her a dot. But it wouldn't stay either. 'That's the way I want to be,'thought Punchinello. 'I don't want anyone's marks.' So he asked the stickerless Wemmick how she did it. "It's easy," Lucia replied. "every day I go see Eli."

"Eli?" "Yes, Eli. The woodcarver. I sit in the workshop with him." "Why?" "Why don't you find out for yourself? Go up the hill. He's there."

And with that the Wemmick with no marks turned and skipped away. "But he won't want to see me!" Punchinello cried out. Lucia didn't hear. So Punchinello went home. He sat near a window and watched the wooden people as they scurried around giving each other stars and dots. "It's not right," he muttered to himself. And he resolved to go see Eli. He walked up the narrow path to the top of the hill and stepped into the big shop. His wooden eyes widened at the size of everything. The stool was as tall as he was. He had to stretch on his tiptoes to see the top of the workbench. A hammer was as long as his arm. Punchinello swallowed hard. "I'm not staying here!" and he turned to leave. Then he heard his name.

"Punchinello?" The voice was deep and strong. Punchinello stopped. "Punchinello! How good to see you. Come and let me have a look at you." Punchinello turned slowly and looked at the large bearded craftsman. "You know my name?" the little Wemmick asked.

"Of course I do. I made you." Eli stooped down and picked him up and set him on the bench. "Hmm," the maker spoke thoughtfully as he inspected the gray circles. "Looks like you've been given some bad marks." "I didn't mean to, Eli. I really tried hard." "Oh, you don't have to defend yourself to me, child. I don't care what the other Wemmicks think." "You don't?"

No, and you shouldn't either. Who are they to give stars or dots?
They're Wemmicks just like you. What they think doesn't matter, Punchinello. All that matters is what I think. And I think you are pretty special."
Punchinello laughed. "Me, special? Why? I can't walk fast. I can't jump. My paint is peeling. Why do I matter to you?"

Eli looked at Punchinello, put his hands on those small wooden shoulders, and spoke very slowly. "Because you're mine. That's why you matter to me."
Punchinello had never had anyone look at him like this--much less his maker. He didn't know what to say.
"Every day I've been hoping you'd come," Eli explained.
"I came because I met someone who had no marks."
"I know. She told me about you."
"Why don't the stickers stay on her?"
"Because she has decided that what I think is more important than what they think. The stickers only stick if you let them."

"What?"
"The stickers only stick if they matter to you. The more you trust my love, the less you care about the stickers."
"I'm not sure I understand."
"You will, but it will take time. You've got a lot of marks. For now, just come to see me every day and let me remind you how much I care." Eli lifted Punchinello off the bench and set him on the ground. "Remember," Eli said as the Wemmick walked out the door. "You are special because I made you. And I don't make mistakes."

Punchinello didn't stop, but in his heart he thought, "I think he really means it."
And when he did, a dot fell to the ground.

WARNING!!!YOU HAVE ENTERED THE PHANTOM ZONE!!!WARNING

Erik's Monologue

I am dying...of love...That is how it is... I loved her so!...And I love her still...daroga...and I am dying of love for her, I...I tell you!...If you knew how beautiful she was...

when she let me kiss her...alive...It was the first...time, daroga, the first...time I ever kissed a woman... Yes, alive...I kissed her alive ...and she looked as beautiful as if she

had been dead! I kissed her just like that, on her forehead... and she did not draw back her forehead from my lips!...Oh, she is a good girl!...She is a good, honest girl, and

she saved your life, daroga, at a moment when I would not have given twopence for your Persian skin. As a matter of fact, nobody bothered about you. Why were you there

with that little chap? You would have died as well as he! My word, how she entreated me for her little chap! But I told her that, as she had turned the scorpion, she had,

through that very fact, and of her own free will, become engaged to me and that she did not need to have two men engaged to her, which was true enough. As for you, you

did not exist, you had ceased to exist, I tell you, and you were going to die with the other!...Only, mark me, daroga, when you were yelling like the devil, because of the

water, Christine came to me with her beautiful blue eyes wide open, and swore to me, as she hoped to be saved, that she consented to be MY LIVING WIFE!... Until then, in

the depths of her eyes, daroga, I had always seen my dead wife; it was the first time I saw MY LIVING WIFE there. She was sincere, as she hoped to be saved. She would not

kill herself. It was a bargain... It was understood that I was to take you both up to the surface of the earth. When, at last, I cleared the Louis-Philippe room of you, I came

back alone... Ah, you see, daroga, I couldn't carry HIM up like that, at once. ...He was a hostage...But I could not keep him in the house on the lake, either, because of

Christine; so I locked him up comfortably, I chained him up nicely--a whiff of the Mazenderan scent had left him as limp as a rag--in the Communists' dungeon, which is in

the most deserted and remote part of the Opera, below the fifth cellar, where no one ever comes, and where no one ever hears you. Then I came back to Christine, she was

waiting for me. Yes, she was waiting for me...waiting for me erect and alive, a real, living bride...as she hoped to be saved...And, when I...came forward, more timid than...a

little child, she did not run away...no, no...she stayed...she waited for me...I even believe...daroga...that she put out her forehead...a little...oh, not much...just a little... like

a living bride...And...and...I...kissed her!... I!...I!...I!...And she did not die!...Oh, how good it is, daroga, to kiss somebody on the forehead!...You can't tell!... But I! I!...My

mother, daroga, my poor, unhappy mother would never ...let me kiss her...She used to run away...and throw me my mask! ...Nor any other woman...ever, ever!...Ah, you

can understand, my happiness was so great, I cried. And I fell at her feet, crying ...and I kissed her feet...her little feet...crying. You're crying, too, daroga...and she cried

also...the angel cried!... Yes, daroga...I felt her tears flow on my forehead...on mine, mine!...They were soft...they were sweet!...They trickled under my mask...they mingled

with my tears in my eyes...yes ...they flowed between my lips...Listen, daroga, listen to what I did...I tore off my mask so as not to lose one of her tears...and she did not

run away!...And she did not die!... She remained alive, weeping over me, with me. We cried together! I have tasted all the happiness the world can offer! Listen,

daroga...listen to this...While I was at her feet...I heard her say, Poor, unhappy Erik!' ... AND SHE TOOK MY HAND!...I had become no more, you know, than a poor dog

ready to die for her...I mean it, daroga!... I held in my hand a ring, a plain gold ring which I had given her ...which she had lost...and which I had found again... a wedding-

ring, you know...I slipped it into her little hand and said, There!...Take it!...Take it for you...and him! ...It shall be my wedding-present a present from your poor, unhappy

Erik...I know you love the boy...don't cry any more! ...She asked me, in a very soft voice, what I meant... Then I made her understand that, where she was concerned, I was

only a poor dog, ready to die for her...but that she could marry the young man when she pleased, because she had cried with me and mingled her tears with mine!...

SIDE NOTE (AKA IMPORTANT!!!): I've never cussed in my life and I hate it when I see or hear it, so if you could please refrian from using such words or actions when you email, pm, or comment on my stories, that would be AWESOME! Thanks a bunch!

Agenda: The Shadow of My Heart, To Mend a Broken Heart :D