My name is Rose-Samantha, I love all shades of blue, and I am a book-aholic. I love reading and writing fiction books and my favorite topic in school is History. I am a animal lover and can't go a day without reading. Love my readers. One thing I hate and love about people!

Hate: Snotting people who think they are better than everyone else and they think that gives them a right to control everyone and everywhere they want to go.

Love: People who are kind, generious, and know the difference between right and wrong, and don't act stupid on purpose. They know what people need at the right moments.

I also hate it when people think when people are sad and down that they can insult them and get away with it. (Happens a lot at my school). I call them something, Jerks! Not the acronime J.E.R.K.S, no, the real kind of jerks. Those people need to get lives already!

None of the character especially Jesse look like the people in the photo, just pay attention the clothes please.

Schuyler's dress from the Four Hundred Ball in The Beginning of a New:

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Bliss's dress from the Four Hundred Ball in The Beginning of a New:

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Jesse's tuxedo from the Four Hundred Ball in The Beginning of a New:

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Here is a entertaining poem I wrote:

The Night People

I see the night creeping and crawling,
like a bug shuffling through the dirt.

When night arrives, bad people come out,
and play their evil little games.

We know they are there and yet they try to hide it,
we see them coming our way and yet we don't run.

They come to us and get us,
stealing our hope and survivial with them.

We scream and hide from the Night People,
yet they always get to us from the inside.

They lure us and trap us,
while they keep us locked inside.

I was a spy while tomorrow I die,
revealing them and their secrets to the world.

I won't miss them and they won't miss me,
and neither will the people of Baltimore to.

They creep and crawl away when the sun comes,
leaving their victoms to get away.

We go mad with secrets and give ourselves up,
they have sucked out life force away.

We die inside, while they kill the out,
we have nothing left to live.

Good-bye world, I will miss you,
and so will Barbara and Katie to.

My name is Jackie, I was fourteen.
And now I will never see the daylight rolling in my bedroom window again.

-Rose-Samantha

Another, another!:

Abuse

I sit on my bed, afraid.

Daddy is coming home,

And so is Mum.

Will she save me this time?

Dad is mad, and he storms to my room.

"Daddy no!" I scream

And look towars my mum.

She stands there, motionless

As my daddy beats me up.

My face is swolen, my eyes and lips

My nose is a solid red.

My mother is crying,

Dad is yelling screaming,

"You did this to our lives you little twit!"

He always says this,

But i still love him.

I get what i deserve.

That's what he says.

I was two when he started to hurt me.

And seven I am now.

I have scars and brusies, fresh everyday.

My teachers are worried

They will not go away.

My daddy is done

I lay on the floor,

Mum stands up for me

She is on the ground to.

Dad is beating her to

Her face looks like mine.

We are scared.

We don't dare call the police,

Dad storms out,

Leaving us peace.

We called the police.

He comes back,

And beats me somemore.

But this time I don't wake up

He went to far.

I lay across the floor.

There is to much blood.

I cannot see, nor feel.

But I hear.

Mum is arguing,

Dad hits her.

She tries to fight back.

He hits her somemore.

She's on the floor next to me.

He leaves.

We don't wake up.

When i finally do, I am looking down.

There is a bloody mess below me.

People surrond us.

Cops, they finally came!

But its to late

We are dead.

He killed us.

And he is in jail.

I love you daddy.

And we got what we deserved.

-Rose-Samantha