Author has written 10 stories for Shugo Chara!, Legend of Korra, Avatar: Last Airbender, Harry Potter, and Rosario + Vampire.
Name: Angela Annette Dixon (like bloody hell i'ma tell you my real one!
hair color:light brown(real: dark brown)
eye color: gray-blue(real: green-brown)
gender:female. what did you think?
preference:don't know, don't care. You hate, fine. just don't talk to me about it if you dont want a rant. If you do, oh, you gonna get a rant. Gay & Lesbian rights all the way!!! Woot!.
Avatar: don'tremember who made it but I don't own it, disclaimer!: don't own the blonde Slytherin picture!!
quote of the week: "one ring to rule them all" Lord of the rings-
anime look: waist length midnight blue hair, light purple eyes.
nickname: Amulet, Or Angela whichever one you want to call me.
fav colors: pink, purple, blue, green and silver.
full anime name: Amulet Rose Cross
full anime look: I have long midnight blue hair, light purple eyes. I keep by waist long hair in a high ponytail.
I wear thin rimed glass's. Fav colors are pink, green and blue.
Friends on Fanfiction and my family(not my real one)
kaginuforever(my niece Sakura who I love to bits and pieces!. So sweet and caring, always makes me laugh)
Amuxikutolover(my older sister Amelia, funny, caring and a great listener as well as an awesome friend :) )
AliceKat(my little sister Alice-Baka, love her to bits too!. Funny as hell and just as insane as I am :p. Love ya Baka-kitty!!!)
That boy you punched in the hall today killed himself a few minutes ago.
The girl you called a slut is still a virgin... bet you didn't know
That boy that you call lame works every night to support his family
That girl you pushed down is abused every day
But you can't see
You think you know them
Guess again you don't
And until you stop your cruelty
"MY DEFINITION OF HOMEWORK: H.O.M.E.W.O.R.K= HALF OF MY ENERGY WASTED ON RANDOM KNOWLEDGE. copy and paste this onto your profile if you think this is true!"
--/\_/\ If u love Ikuto,
PLEASE READ WHAT'S UNDER THIS!!
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it.
One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, 'Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd.' I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.
As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him.
So, I jogged over to him as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, 'Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives.'
He looked at me and said, 'Hey thanks!'
There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before.
We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends. He said yes.We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him.
Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, 'Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!' He just laughed and handed me half the books.
Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown and I was going to Duke.
I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor and I was going for business on a football scholarship. Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak.
Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him. Boy, sometimes I was jealous!
Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, 'Hey, big guy, you'll be great!' He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. 'Thanks,' he said.
As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began, 'Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach... but mostly your friends... I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story.' I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home.
He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. 'Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable.' I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment.
I saw his Mom and Dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize it's depth.
Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person's life. For better or for worse. God puts us all in each others lives to impact one another in some way. Look for God in others.
You now have two choices, you can : 1) Put this on your profile or 2) Forget you read this and act like it didn't touch your heart. As you can see, I took choice number 1.
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 people look through when I say something. 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,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, 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 alot of things, who can express herself better with words than actions, who doesn't need a guy to complete her, and knows the importance of the little things. Copy and paste this onto your account, and add your name to the list, if you are anything like me, so the girls who are different and unique can know in their weakest time that they are unique but not alone- Bearhug946, EdwardCullenEqualsLife, Stephanie Deux,Randomenated-Cullen!, MiniBellaSwan, Jayleen-Cullen-Whitlock-Hale, Emmett or Edward, crazyhypervampiregurl, Rainpool989, Sacred-Spirit-Mirror, Moon Dragon94, DinosaursgoRawr101, aznpride16xx, AliceKat, Angela Narcissa Malfoy.
.:I walk in the rain because I don't care if I get wet
.:I wear hand-me-downs because there are more important things in life than mobbing malls for new clothes:.
.:I'm quiet in school because everyone's to much of a stereotype to listen to what I have to say:.
.:I like to read so I can get engrossed in imaginary worlds:.
.:I like to write because I feel safer in my Imagination:.
.:I draw because I can make a new world all my own:.
.:I am me, no one else. I am free, loving and kind to those who mean the world to me:.
.:If I love you, care for you. Take care of my trust, you loose it and you won't get it back:.
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 just 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.
2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart
If you've been on the computer for hours on end, reading numerous fanfictions, copy and paste this into your profile and add your name to the list: Danyan, Avatarwolf, Shifter-youkai, AkatsukiFan, Chocolate Chan, Staring.out.my.flooded.window, TheDevilsAngel93, c. b. o. l., Vert9411, pinkcherryblossoms225, CherryBlossoms016, Sam-AKA-SakuxSasuLover-, crimsonchidori, Alicia Kawa Uchiha, SilentSinger948, Leaf Ranger, adngo714, anbu no kitsune, Dark Kitsune King, 14AmyChan, Deathly Jester, StrawberryDream15, Angela Narcissa Malfoy,
A good friend will bail you out of jail, a true friend will be sitting next to you saying "damn, we gotta do that again!"
If you or your best friend is insane, copy this into your profile(my best friend Sam really IS insane. You'll never meet someone as weird as her. Ever)
If you have ever felt the undenilable urge to slam your head into something, weather it is another person or not copy this into your profile.(when I'm reading a good Story and someone does something OOC or funny as heck)
If you are anti-social sometimes, copy this into your profile.(when I'm in my room most of the time, lol)
If you've ever burst out laughing in a quiet room, add this to your profile.(read a crack or OOC story and you know what I mean)
if you have ever daydreamed for more than an hour, then copy and paste this into your profile.(Sometimes I fall asleep doing that :/)
if you consider work/school/other engagements a hindrance to your reading/writing fanfics, then copy and paste this into your profile.(all the time man.)
if you have ever cried over the death of a fictional character, then copy and paste this into your profile.(alot)
If you've ever wished you could go into a book and strangle one of the characters for being so dumb copy and paste this to your profile.(-cough- Voldmort, Snape, Vernon and Dudley -cough- /harry potter guys/)
If you are obsessed with fanfiction copy this into your profile.(all the time man :3)
if you are a pot-head copy this into your profile(ohhh ya, bring on the pot-head-ness!. Woot!.)
All Death Eaters, copy and paste it into your profile immediately (but I was a spy for the order!!)
92 percent of teenagers would die if Abercrombie and Fitch told them it wasn't cool to breathe. Put this in your profile if you would be part of the 8 percent laughing your asses off.(come on, who's with me?!)
If you haven't died yet, copy and paste this onto your profile. (I'm alive. And kickin!! :3)
If you love your dad, post this on your profile. (I love you papa-bear!!!)
If it completely pisses you off when someone says being gay is gross, then copy and paste this into your profile.(more then anyone knows!)
If you don't have a problem with homosexuality, copy this into your profile.(love is love, be it with man or women)
If Edward and Bella Cullen were standing on the edge of a cliff, 90 percent of Americans would freak, 9 percent would yell JUMP! If you're in the 1 percent who would give them a final push, copy this to your profile. (Sorry Twilight fans, but I'm one of the 1% XD)
Be insane . . . because well behaved girls never made history.
Smirk, it makes people wonder what you’re up to, while scaring the shit out of them at the same time!.
I would tell ya to go to hell but then I'd be stuck with you for all eternity.
I have PMS and a gun... now what were you saying?.
I lost my mind a long time ago. Hm ... But, i haven't missed it yet.
I don't care if you're diseased with an incurable sickness, everybody deserves a chance.