Poll: Who do you prefer from the Iron Fey series? Ash of Puck for Meghan? Vote Now!
Author has written 3 stories for Iron Fey Series.
Some Facts About Me
- 15 years old
- Favorite color is Purple
- I hate wearing dresses
- Proud Filipino :D
- Watching Anime
- Reading books
- Going outside
- Reading Manga
- Creating my own stories
- Playing sports
- Making poems
- Iron Fey Series (Not completed)
- Kane Chronicles
- Through The Looking Glass
- Harry Potter Series
- Immortal Instruments (Not completed)
- Fallen Series
- Evermore Series
- Gakuen Alice
- Kodomo no Omocha
- Kitchen Princess
- Kimi Ni Todoke
- Absolute Boyfriend
- Quiet in rare times
- Smart ass
- Total romantic
Here's a little test:
YOUR GUY SIDE:
X You love hoodies.
x You love jeans.
x Dogs are better than cats.
x It's hilarious when people get hurt.
x You've played with/against boys on a team.
X Shopping is torture.
x Sad movies suck.
You own/ed an X-Box.
X Played with Hot wheels cars as a kid.
At some point in time you wanted to be a firefighter.
You own/ed a DS, PS2 or Sega.
X You used to be obsessed with Power Rangers.
X You watch sports on TV.
x Gory movies are cool.
You go to your dad for advice.
You own like a trillion baseball caps.
Baggy pants are cool to wear
x You love to go crazy and not care what people think.
Talk with food in your mouth
Sleep with your socks on at night
YOUR GIRL SIDE:
X You wear lip gloss/chapstick.
You love to shop.
X You wear eyeliner.
You wear the color pink.
Go to your mom for advice.
You consider cheer leading a sport.
You hate wearing the color black.
You like hanging out at the mall.
You like getting manicures and/or pedicures.
x You like wearing jewelry.
Skirts are a big part of your wardrobe.
Shopping is one of your favorite hobbies.
x You don't like the movie Star Wars.
You were in gymnastics/dance.
X It takes you around/ more one hour to shower, get dressed, and make-up. (for everything, under one hour)
x You smile a lot more than you should.
You have more than 10 pairs of shoes.
x You care about what you look like.
You like wearing dresses when you can.
x You like wearing body spray/perfume/cologne.
x You love the movies.
x Used to play with dolls as little kid.
Like putting make-up on someone else for the joy/joke of it.
Like being the star of every thing.
Now here's something that I happened to read it is an amazing true story.
Please read-true story (not me)
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 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:
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2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart