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if i was anyone else, i wouldn't be myself, and who i am is only known by some, but not you. but you can just codename me as: Laika.
im 13, small town type.
female, brown hair, although there is some debate about that, i don't know- maybe it is red.
my hobbies include writing, drawing, singing (even though i can't), and being random...throw in a bit of wing chan, and thats me to the "T".
Suspense, romance, adventure and mysery is my sort of..."dealio", if you could call it so.
im insane, pysco, and a bit of a people pleaser. i wouldn't be classified as normal, in short, but hey! the best people aren't...
If at first you don't succeed, skydiving is not for you!
My favorite mythical creature? The honest politician.
Take my advice; I don't use it anyway.
A drunken man staggers in to a Catholic church and sits down in a confession box and says nothing. The bewildered priest coughs to attract his attention, but still the man says nothing. The priest then knocks on the wall three times in a final attempt to get the man to speak.
Finally, the drunk replies: "No use knocking' mate, there's no paper in this one either."
Symptom : Lap cool and wet. Fault : Drooling on yourself. Solution : Change position so that you are drooling on someone else.
Symptom : Bar blurred. Fault : You are looking through the bottom of your empty glass. Solution : Find someone who will buy you another pint.
Symptom : Bar looks like a circus. Fault : You're at a circus. Solution : Go to a bar.
3 things to remember in the back of your head:
Ever notice that people who spend money on beer, cigarettes, and lottery tickets
are always complaining about being broke and not feeling well?
Money can't buy happiness, but it sure makes misery easier to live with.
Never do card tricks for your poker buddies .
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 wasBLACK, 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
Her dad was a drunk Her mom was an addict Her parents kept her Locked in an attic Her only friend was a little toy bear It was old and worn out And had patches of hair
She always talked to it When no one's around She lays there and hugs it Not a peep of sound
Until her parents unlock the door Some more and more pain She'll have to endure
A bruise on her leg A scar on her face Why would she be In such a horrible place?
But she grabs her bear And softly cries She loves her parents But they want her to die
She sits in the corner Quiet but thinking, "Please God, why is My life always sinking? "
Such a bad life For a sad little kid She'd get beaten and beaten For anything she did
Then one night Her mom came home high And the poor child was beaten As hours went by
Then her mom suddenly Grabbed for a blade It was sharp and pointy One that she made
She thrust the blade Right in her chest, "You deserve to die You worthless pest!"
The mom walked out Leaving the girl slowly dieing She grabbed her bear And again started crying
Police showed up At the small little house Then quickly barged in Everything quiet as a mouse
One officer slowly Opened a door To find the little girl Lying on the floor
It must have been bad To go through so much harm But at least she died With her best friend in her arms
IF YOU IGNORE THIS WITHOUT READING IT YOU HAVE NO HEART...BUT IF YOU FIND YOU CANNOT STOP UNTIL YOU REACH THE END THEN YOU MUST HAVE A VERY BIG HEART.
My best friends are the kind that if my house were on fire, they'd be roasting marshmallows and flirting with the firemen...but then again, according to Lynx. you cant get any better than an astronaut.
oh, and one more thing: a bit of my originality here; if life gives you cupcakes, give the cupcakes to me...i like cupcakes.