Author has written 1 story for Percy Jackson and the Olympians, and Hunger Games.
My name is confidential but I go by Amy around these parts. :P
Favorite Movie Quotes:
[Romilda Vane and Harry are staring at each other across the library]
[Harry and Luna are the last two students to arrive at the school]
Katniss Everdeen: How will they change you?
President Snow: Hope, it is the only thing stronger than fear. A little hope is effective, a lot of hope is dangerous. A spark is fine, as long as it's contained.
Peeta: I just keep wishing I could think of a way to show them that they don't own me. If I'm gonna die, I wanna still be me.
Haymitch Abernathy: Look at you! You just killed... a place mat!
Peeta: So what happens when we get back?
Katniss: So you're here to make me look pretty?
Katniss: Thank you for your consideration.
Caesar Flickerman: So Peeta. Tell me. Is there a special girl back home?
Katniss: I just wanted to say that I didn't know Tresh, I only spoke to him once. He could have killed me, but instead he showed me mercy. That's a debt I'll never be able to repay. I did know Rue. She wasn't just my ally, she was my friend. I see her in the flowers that grow in the meadow by my house. I hear her in the Mockingjay song. I see her in my sister Prim. She was too young, too gentle and I couldn't save her. I'm sorry.
Snow: Let it fly, Ms Everdeen. Let it. Fly.
Hovercraft Peacekeeper: She was interfering with a peacekeeper!
Johanna Mason: Make him pay for it.
Finnick Odair: Remember who the real enemy is, Katniss.
Haymitch: I want you guys to forget everything you think you know about the games. Last year was child's play. This year, you're dealing with all experienced killers.
Peeta: What's your favorite color?
Primrose Everdeen: Since the last Games, something's different. I can see it.
Prim: You saved my life. You gave me a chance.
Snow: Her entire species must be eradicated.
Katniss: Peeta...will you stay with me?
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Ian Kabra was trapped.
Then he heard it, like a phantom whisper:
"Ian, I'm going to get you."
Amy's voice was loud, surrounding him.
"Ian, I'm at your parents room."
Ian tried to call out, to repent, to say he was sorry, and that he loved her, but his voice wouldn't work.
"Ian, they're dead."
No. Not again. The same nightmare, every night since Pukhansan.
"Ian, I'm at the stairs now."
Ian wanted to scream, to run away, to escape this madhouse. But it was like he was welded in place.
"Ian, I'm at your sister's room."
Why, why did he do it? He liked her, no, he loved her.
"Ian, she's dead."
He knew. He knew this dream. He knew who was next.
"Ian, why'd you do it?"
He tried, once again, to tell her why his parents made him, but still no words came out.
"Ian, did you care?"
"Yes!" he wanted to cry out, but still no sound came
"Ian, I'm going to get you."
"No," he thought. "Not again"
"Ian, I'm here."
There she was. Amy Cahill, her skin pale, her herself dead, and wielding a knife.
A sharp pain arose in Ian's chest.
Ian woke up in a cold sweat.
Only a dream. It was only a dream. He looked at the clock.
6:42 am. Still time, still time to repent. The time was now. Right now.
He picked up the phone and dialed as quickly as his shaking fingers would allow. A soft voice stuttered on the other end. "H-hello?" it said. Ian took a long breath, and said:
"I'm sorry, love"
When a girl is quiet, a million things are running through her mind.
When a girl is not arguing, she is thinking deeply.
When a girl looks at you with her eyes full of question, she is wondering how long you will be around.
When a girl answers, "I'm fine" after a few seconds, she is not fine at all.
When a girl stares at you, she is wondering why you are lying.
When a girl rests her head on your chest, she is wishing for you to be her's forever.
When a girl wants to see you everyday, she wants to be pampered.
When a girl says, "I love you," she means it.
When a girl says, "I miss you," nobody could miss you more than that.
Life only comes around once, so make sure you spend it with the right person.
Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, and calls you back when you hang up on him.
The guy who will stay awake just to watch you sleep.
Wait for the guy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats.
The one who holds your hand in front of his friends and is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you and how lucky he is to have you there for him.
The one who turns to his friends and declares "That's her."
A girl and guy were speeding over 100mph on a motorcycle
Girl: Slow down, I'm scared!
Guy: No, this is fun.
Girl: No, it's not. Please, I'm scared.
Guy: Then tell me you love me.
Girl: I love you, now slow down!
Guy: Now give me a big hug.
She gives him a big hug
Guy: Can you take off my helmet and put it on yourself, it's bothering me.
In the newspaper the next day, a motorcycle had crashed into a building because of break failure. Two people were on it and only one survived. The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized his break wasn't working but he didn't want the girl to know. Instead he had her hug him and tell him one last time that she loved him. Then he had her put on his helmet so that she would live even if he died. Copy this onto your profile if you would do the same thing for someone you love.
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.
I live in America.
I'm going to be a college freshmen! WHOO!!
I'm a hopeless romantic when it comes to books!
I LOVE reading. I have actually been writing for a while, but I've only just posted my first story.
Fav. shows include: Doctor Who and Sherlock
Fav. series: Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, Hunger Games, Divergent, The Selection, The Lunar Chronicles, The Darkest Minds, Shatter Me and The 39 Clues!!