Author has written 8 stories for Twilight, and Hannibal.
FRIENDS: Lend you their umbrella
FRIENDS: Help you up when you fall down
FRIENDS: Never ask for anything to eat or drink.
FRIENDS: Call your parents by Mr. and Mrs. and Grandpa, by Grandpa.
FRIENDS: Would bail you out of jail.
FRIENDS: Have never seen you cry.
FRIENDS: Asks you to write down your number.
FRIENDS: Borrows your stuff for a few days then gives it back.
FRIENDS: Only know a few things about you.
FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing.
FRIENDS: Would knock on your front door.
FRIENDS: You have to tell them not to tell anyone.
FRIENDS: Are only through high school/college. (aka: drinking buddies)
FRIENDS: Will comfort you when the guy rejects you
FRIENDS: Would ignore this letter
Copy and past to your profile. But, Bold the ones that apply to you:
I'M SKINNY, so I MUST be anorexic.
I HAVE A BUNCH OF GUY FRIENDS, so I MUST be fucking them all.
I SPEAK MY MIND, so I MUST be a bitch.
I'm a DANCER, So I MUST be stupid, stuck up, and a whore.
I WEAR BLACK, so I MUST be a goth or emo.
I HAVE STRAIGHT A'S, so I MUST have no social life.
I DRESS IN UNUSUAL WAYS, so I MUST be looking for attention.
I'm INTO THEATER & ART, so I MUST be a homosexual.
I HAVE A BUNCH OF GIRLS WHO ARE FRIENDS, so I MUST be gay.
I WEAR WHAT I WANT, so I MUST be a poser.
I HAVE GAY FRIENDS, so I must be GAY TOO.
I read COMICS, so I MUST be a loser.
I am a FANGIRL, so I MUST be a crazy, obsessed stalker.
I'm INTELLIGENT, so I MUST be weak.
I’m a YOUNG WRITER, so I MUST be emo.
I'm a TEENAGER, so I MUST have a STEREOTYPE.
I am QUIET and POLITE, so I MUST be a pushover.
I use GOOD GRAMMAR, so I MUST be a snob
I prefer FANTASY and SCI-FI, so I MUST be out of touch with reality.
I love TO LEARN so I MUST be boring.
I am a GIRL, so boys MUST be better than me at sports.
I am a GIRL, so I MUST only be good at work.
I’m not the most POPULAR person in school, so I MUST be a loser
I like READING, so I MUST be a Loner.
I like GAMES, ANIME and COMICS, so I MUST be childish.
I like to READ, so I MUST do nothing except read.
I'm a GIRL, so I MUST like to talk about crushes, dolls, not getting my clothes dirty, and parties.
I don't STUDY much but still get GOOD GRADES, so I MUST be cheating
I don't think VEGETARIANISM makes sense, so I MUST think all vegetarians are hippies
I'm easily ANNOYED, so I MUST be bratty.
I LISTEN TO ROCK MUSIC, so I MUST be a rebel.
I'm a GIRL, so I MUST love cute/fuzzy animals.
I grew up with a SMOKER/ALCOHOLIC/DRUG ADDICT, therefore I MUST be one myself.
I have a lot of MONEY so I MUST be a stuck up snob
I don't like any of the GUYS AT MY SCHOOL so I MUST have unrealistic standards
I'm BLOND so I MUST be a ditzy whore
I DON'T CARE what other people think so I MUST be a freak
I dyed my hair so I MUST be unhappy with my appearence
I wear a lot of makeup so I MUST be a whore
I think a lot of guys are hot so I MUST be a slut
I'm flat chested so I MUST look like a little kid
I have a DECENT FIGURE so I MUST show it off like a whore
I'll PUNCH someone for messing with me so I MUST be a violent physco
A SAD Story:
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 five or six 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 five minutes while she went to look around. 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 Target."
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.
Now you have 2 choices:
1) Repost this message, or
2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart
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