Author has written 3 stories for Rise of the Guardians, and Percy Jackson and the Olympians.
A little about me:
Hm . . . Well, I don't really have a favorite song. As long as it's not 80's or classical, I will probably love it. Usually I perfer a girl's voice over a guy's too. A boy (or man, whatever)'s voice can be less soothing.
If I had to pick my favorite artists, I would say Nightwish, Selena Gomez (and the Scene!), Taylor Swift, Rebecca Lopez (I actually have only one of her songs tha I like - it is really good. "When You Believe" from Prince of Egypt), Usher, Panamore (something like that), Gotea (don't know if that's spelled correctly), Sia, and Avril Lavegne.
I never wear makeup unless it's for a festival. If I wear a skirt or dress, the perferred length is mid-thigh to the top of my knees, or floor length. I always wear shorts under :D Graphic T's are awesome, as well as hoodies. Bootcut jeans are A.W.E.S.O.M.E. Converse and boots are my favorite shoes! My hair is always braided or up in some fancy do, because it goes to my mid-back and is hard to keep track of.
Favorite things (NOT IN ORDER :D)
Sad Short Story:
She's the girl in the middle of the classroom. The one you never think about, the one you never notice, till she says something. She's hurting, but you wont see it anywhere but her eyes, because she doesn't want to bother you. She'll befriend you, then follow you like a lost puppy, because she doesn't know her place. She cries at night, when you stop talking to her, in favor of the cool crowd, and then gives you hurt filled glances the next day. She sits on her couch, while her family is watching a movie, then leaves the room, but no one notices at all. She wants to have friends at the same time she wants to be alone. She has one friend, who doesn't talk to her outside of school, never picks up the phone when she calls. She's sad, lonely, angry at the world, having the things she loves taken from her again and again.
She's the one who wants to grow up to join the Military, the one who gets angry at her parents, when they yell at her for that decison. She only wants to be like her Grandfather, a war vetran, and her Cousin, who joined the Military, and fight for her home. She wonders if they see that, or not. She's the one who just looks blankly at the table, while the rest say grace, because she doesn't truly believe in God. She's the one they ignore, while making plans for a sleepover, and your sitting next to her. She's the one who can hear the teasing, the insults, and cries when shes alone because of them.
You called her a gay emo, when she died her hair black. She called you a self centered jerk, while fighting back tears, because you were her boyfriend. She runs to her bus, and sits in her usual seat, with her backpack in her lap, head agaisnt the window, and tries to hide her tears from the world. She's the one staying up all night on her computer, because its the only place where people are nice to her. She wishes she were in the popular crowd, but doesnt get why you had to wear the latest fashion, have a tan, and no acne to get in. She's the one who likes to watch anime, use words in different laguages, and chews on her pens. People call her weird, a freak, pimple face, fat ass and you laugh along with them, knowing it hurts her.
She has grown emotionless, because of it. Always hiding her feelings, glaring if you come near, never listening in class, yet somehow gets just above average grades, just because the important things stick to her brain. She's the one who got her diploma, while you were Valadictorian, and she watches you with mournful eyes. She wishes she could go back, and somehow fix everything. But she cant, and when you don't talk to her the rest of your life, she gets more depressed. You were her first friend, her first love, and the reason she would never trust others again. You watch the news, seeing her cling to the side of a building. Police are trying to get her down, but she refuses, giving them but a note, before falling to her death. That note is for you, and when the Police give it to you, your hands are shaking.
You read the note, learn how you hurt her so much, why she did what she did, because of you. You cry because of her for the first time. You regret your descions about her for the first time. You wonder, could you have changed it? She had told you of her dreams. She had wanted to be in the Marines, but she also wanted to sing and to write. She wanted to grow up, and get married, and have two children. You remember, she had it all planned out; she wanted two, and if they were girls, she'd name them Lacey and Diana, but if they were boys, she'd name them Xavier and Lucas. She wanted to take a road trip around the country, and see the world. She wanted to go shopping for anime and manga in Japan, buy a kimono, get into a drinking contest with a japanese man. She wanted to go to France, and see why her mother loved it there. She wanted to go shark diving, because she was both utterly terrified and fascinated by them. She wanted so many things, and she probably would have reached them, too.
But because of you, and all your hateful things you did to her, she wouldn't. You go to her funeral, and find out she had planned it out, and wrote a will. She left many things to you, inculding her notebooks, which no one but her had ever touched. Her older brother beats you up after, because he knew that you had hurt her so much, but she still loved her, but you didn't deserve it. You let him, because you believe it, too. Her little sister just cries in his arms, remembering the times She had tried to comfert her, when she was hurt, but she refused. Her brother cries, too, for all the times he made fun of her, yelled at her, and fought with her. Her Mother just glares at you silently, and Her Father wants to punch you, but knew that She wouldnt have liked it if he did, so he held back. Her Grandmother is saying she probably went to Hell, for all her nonbeliefs of Christ. You think that could never happen - She was too pure to go to Hell, she was undoubtebly an Angel in Heaven. You think your the one who is going to hell.
Stop bullying. Make a friend. Stand up to what is right, even if you stand alone.
Sorry thats kind of depressing, but I felt like I had to put that on there. I almost cried when I read that.
Don't stop dreaming ...Unless your dream is stupid. Then find a new dream.
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