On this account i'll be writing Wreck It Ralph Fanfics about Vanellope and Rancis or any other characters. Please excuse some of the mistakes i make, becuase i am Not perfect but i'll try my best to make the storys flawless :)
Location: I'LL NEVER TELL! MUHAHAAHA!
STUFF YOU DON'T NEED TO KNOW ABOUT ME:
I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty
uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal
pweor of the hmuan mnid. Aoccdrnig to a
rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't
mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the
olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer
be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl
mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm.
Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed
ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.
Amzanig huh? Yaeh and I awlyas thought slpeling
was ipmorantt! tahts so cool!
Copy and paste if you hate stereotypes and bold which ones apply to you...
I'm a cheerleader SO I MUST be a whore
I'm a young writer so I MUST be emo (Though i'm not emo)
I'm Blonde so I MUST be stupid
I'm ginger so I MUST have no soul
I'm Asian so I MUST have A obsessed parents
I'm Christian So I MUST think gays should go to hell (Though I don't think that)
My parents are divorced so I MUST always be moody(I'm not)
I like video games so I MUST be nerdy(Again, I'm not)
I'm native so I MUST live in a teepee
I like Chicken so I MUST be black (tHOUGUH I'M WHITE)
I like being online so I MUST have no friends(I have lots of friends outside facebook.)
Lets play a game. Put Random charcters on a list numbering them randomly, and answer these questions below my characters.
What would you do If you saw number 3 and 10 kissing?
What would you do If you saw number 7 and 9 running around the streets naked?
Take pictures and laugh!
What would you do If number 5 and 8 flirted with you at the same time?
Kiss the guy.
What would you do If number 1 and 4 were genderbent?
What would you do If 2 and 13 were Fighting?
Laugh, Film, And Eat Popcorn. This'll be intense.
Would you kick out number 11 or 12 If you were in a band with them?
11. The best noise he can make is a fart. (Which isn't good)
If you put the word "laugh" in a majority of them, it shows your really bubbly and fun and in touch with your inner child! But If you answered like a serious Sammy most of the time, then your an anti social retard.
This is a true story.A girl died in 1933.A man buried her when she was still alive.The murder chanted,"Toma Sota balcu," as he buried her.Now that you have read the chant,you will meet this little girl.In the middle of the night she will be on your celing.She will sufficate you like she was sufficated.If you post this on your profile,she will not bother you.Your kindness will be rewarded.Lucillia.
Why do we ((sleep)) in church, But stay ((awake)) through a 2 hour movie? Why is it so ((hard)) to talk about God, but so ((easy)) to Gossip? Why are we so ((bored)) when we look at a Christian magazine, but find it ((easy)) to read Playboy? Why is it so easy to ((ignore)) a Godly Facebook Wall Post, Yet we ((repost)) the nasty ones? Why are ((churches)) getting smaller, But ((bars and clubs)) are growing? Think about it, are you going to repost this? Are you going to ignore it, cause you think you'll get laughed at? Would You Have Read This if it Said... Read This In Gods Name.
80 percent of you wont repost this.
Now you have 2 choices:
1) Repost this message.
2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart
Child abuse, MAKE IT STOP!
My name is Sarah I am but three, My eyes are swollen I cannot see.
I must be stupid I must be bad, What else could have made My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better I wish I weren't ugly, Then maybe my mommy Would still want to hug me.
I can't speak at all I can't do a wrong Or else I'm locked up All the day long
When I awake I'm all alone The house is dark My folks aren't home.
When my mommy does come I'll try and be nice, So maybe I'll get just One whipping tonight
Don't make a sound! I just heard a car My daddy is back From Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse My name he calls I press myself Against the wall.
I try and hide From his evil eyes I'm so afraid now I'm starting to cry.
He finds me weeping He shouts ugly words, He says its my fault That he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me And yells at me more, I finally get free And I run for the door.
He's already locked it And I start to bawl, He takes me and throws me Against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor With my bones nearly broken, And my daddy continues With more bad words spoken.
"I'm sorry!", I scream But its now much too late His face has been twisted Into unimaginable hate.
The hurt and the pain Again and again Oh please God, have mercy! Oh please let it end!
And he finally stops And heads for the door, While I lay there motionless Sprawled on the floor.
My name is Sarah And I am but three, Tonight my daddy,
Her name was Auroura She was only five This is what happened When she was alive
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 crys She loves her parents But they want her to die
She sits in the corner Quiet but thinking, "God, why? 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 The poor child was hit and slapped As hours went by
Then her mom suddenly Grabbed for a blade It was sharp and pointy One that she made
She thrusted the blade Right in her chest, "You deserve to die You worthless pest!"
The mom walked out Leaving the girl slowly dying She grabbed her bear And again started crying
Police showed up At the small little house They quickly barged in Everything was as quiet as a mouse
One officer slowly Opened a door To find the sad 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 child abuse makes you sick and you think it's horrible and should be stopped, put this poem on your profile
If you hate me... delete me
If you think I'm nice... like my status
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If you ever liked me... poke me
If you like me now... inbox me a
If you want to date me... inbox me a (;
If you are brave... Copy this :D
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