Welcome to my profile!

As you guys probably know due to what I've written, I love Maximum Ride, Lorien Legacies, Percy Jackson, and Fairy Tail.

I love a lot of things, and those were just a few.

Right now, I'm thirteen and I'm in eighth grade, going into ninth. I'm actually pretty excited to get out of my middle school and move on with life.

BTW, if you're an otaku or a book-loving nerd or a person part of a fandom, we'll probably get along great in the future. :)

I live in the U.S. Not telling you which state because I don't want any creepy stalkers. XD

I speak three different languages...is that cool or what? I like all books basically, except some of that classical stuff. Well, some of it's actually good, but I just really hate books that aren't written in modern language that I can completely understand without having to mull over its exact meaning for centuries. No offense to you people that do like this stuff :P

I have a group of nine friends that are the best people in the world! They totally understand my weirdness and my love for rock music and old music and a lot of other things about me. The more you get to know me, the weirder I get.

Homework...I honestly hate so much because we get so much of it. Biology is probably the most boring subject to me.

People say I'm talkative, but I swear I'm not like Nudge from MR.

I'm addicted to the cup song... (actually, the cup song just annoys the hell outta some people so i do it) Yes, I am, in fact, that annoying.

I like to play sports. (just in general. If it's badminton...NEVER AGAIN XD)

I hate the sun (I live in an area where it literally never rains, there's an understandable reason), I love the rain (again, it's mostly due to the fact that it rarely occurs))

I love watching Pretty Little Liars! Jaria is my OTP, even though a lot of people hate it and they think Ezra is the only one for her. I listen to music when I do my hw or write.

Reason why I started writing so many fanfics lately:

So, I have read fanfics and written them since I was...eleven? yeah, they were really bad, and back then, i knew. I hope I've developed a lot better writing skills since then, but then, it's only been like two years, so who knows?

A lot of random people at school say I'm a great writer (the four stories i'm writing/wrote are pretty bad, but people seem to like them, hmm), so I thought, "hey, why not make an account and start uploading stuff now?"

That's what I did.

But i should've had this Einstein moment during the summer because now i have tons and tons and tons of hw. My teachers just seem to want to torture me, hmm?

FUN FACTS ABOUT ME:

FAV COLOR(S): BLUE AND BLACK

FAV SPORT(S): BASKETBALL AND SWIM AND TRACK

FAV AUTHOR(S): JAMES PATTERSON, RICK RIORDAN, SARA SHEPARD, VERONICA ROTH, SUZANNE COLLINS, PITTACUS LORE, KELLEY ARMSTRONG, JOHN GREENE, CHRISTOPHER PAOLINI, ETC.

FAV ANIMAL(S): EAGLES, HORSES, OWLS, PANDAS, TIGERS, ELEPHANTS, GIRAFFES, PENGUINS, ETC.

FAV SERIES:MAXIMUM RIDE, PERCY JACKSON, DIVERGENT, LORIEN LEGACIES, PRETTY LITTLE LIARS, HUNGER GAMES, THE HOST, DARKEST POWERS, ENDER'S GAME, DEVIANTS, MORTAL INSTRUMENTS, INHERITANCE,ETC.

FAV SUBJECT(S): P.E., ART, MUSIC, LUNCH, HISTORY

FAV MUSIC PEOPLE: AVRIL LAVIGNE, ORIANTHI(SPELL THT RIGHT?), ONEREPUBLIC, THE SCRIPT, MAROON 5, GREEN DAY, THREE DAYS GRACE, EVANESCENCE, PARAMORE(?), COLDPLAY, RIHANNA, ZEDD, SKRILL, ETC.,

FAV OUTFIT: T-SHIRT, SKINNY JEANS, CONVERSE OR VANS OR BOOTS

FAV HAT: MY MICKEY MOUSE HAT WHERE MICKEY IS LOOKING BETWEEN HIS LEGS (NO YOU PEOPLE, HE'S NOT TWERKING...JUST NO. THAT'S WHAT MY FRIENDS THOUGHT...-_-

FAV HALLOWEEN COSTUME: I'M A PANDA, PPL!!!!!!!

FAV CANDY: LEMMMMOOOONNNHHHEEADDSS!!!! SKKKIITTLLLEEESS!!! NNNNEERRRDS!!!!

FAV FOOD: ANYTHING!! BESIDES BAD SCHOOL LUNCH FOOD AND BLAND CRAP

FAV SOCIAL NETWORK: GOOGLE PLUS, INSTAGRAM, DEVIANTART...COUNTS??

FAV PPL IN THE WORLD: PPL WHO ARE FUNNY, CARING, KIND, NICE, ALTRUISTIC, CONSERVATIVE(NOT TO THE EXTREME), LIKES STUFF I LIKE, DOESN'T CRITICIZE OTHERS, NOT HYPOCRITES, AWESOME PPL

FAV GAMING THING ONLINE: GAIA

FAV FREE-TIME THING: WRITING, DRAWING FASHIONABLE OUTFITS THAT I WILL NEVER WEAR BUT MAYBE MY FRIEND WILL, DRAWING BAD ASS CHARACTERS LIKE NUMBER SIX FROM LORIEN LEGACIES AND MAXIMUM RIDE FROM MR, READING, WATCHING TV, PLAYING SPORTS, RUNNING LAPS, SINGING AND DANCING CRAZILY XD

FAV CUPCAKES: RRRREEEDDDDD VEEELLLLLVVEEEET!!!!!!!!!!!!!

FAVORITE HOLIDAY: HALLOWEEN AND CHRISTMAS

FAV PJ'S: HAS THE DAYS MON-SUN WITH AWESOME CUTE ANIME CREATURES!! GOT FROM CHINA :)

FAV GRADE: UH...SOO FAR, SEVENTH, EIGHTH SORTA SUCKS RIGHT NOW SO YEAH

Thank you guys for being loyal readers and following me even when some of my fanfictions are absolutely terrible. I really don't know how I would continue to write without your support!

Anyways, school is almost over, and I wish you all an amazing summer! I'm definitely going to enjoy mine.

Relax and enjoy your break!

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A teenage girl about 17 had gone to visit some friends one evening and time passed quickly as each shared their various experiences of the past year.
She ended up staying longer than planned, and had to walk home alone. She wasn't afraid because it was a small town and she lived only a few blocks away.
As she walked along under the tall elm trees, she asked God to keep her safe from harm and danger.
When she reached the alley, which was a short cut to her house, she decided to take it.
However, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing at the end as though he were waiting for her.
She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for God's protection.
Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped round her, she felt as though someone was walking with her.
When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right past the man and arrived home safely.
The following day, she read in the newspaper that a young girl had been raped in the same alley just twenty minutes after she had been there.
Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and the fact that it could have been her, she began to cry.
Thanking the Lord for her safety and to help this young woman, she decided to go to the police station.
She felt she could recognize the man, so she told them her story.
The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a lineup to see if she could identify him.
She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before.
When the man was told he had been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed.
The officer thanked her for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her.
She asked if they would ask the man one question.
She was curious as to why he had not attacked her.
When the policeman asked him, he answered, "Because she wasn't alone. She had two tall men walking on either side of her."
You're never alone...
93 Percent Of the people who read this won't repost it.
Don't be one of those people.
Believe in God and he'll always be there to protect you

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 Facebook, or Instagram. 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 Percy Jackson, 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: Iheartjake, TeamJacob101, Boysareadrag, The Dawn Is Breaking, twilite addict, The Lonely Teenager, AliceDaSpaz, Skittle.Rocke, Silent_Broken_Heart, St. Fang of Boredom, GamerGal546, Girl-with-black-wings. Rocketdog791, It’s Fnicking Awesomeness, TeamPiper, Lexie Daughter of Athena, Firecewolf, Bookworm257, KatieElizabethGrace, flyingconverselol

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 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 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