Hi pplz!! Hello and welcome to my fanfiction page. Let me tell you about myself.

My name: Alice

My age: I'm old enough

Hobbies: read, write, act, protest, watch broadway shows and then jam to the music like a good little nerd :)

Favorite books: Harry Potter series, The Outsiders, anythin S.E Hinton, The Phantom of the Opera (the book is really good)

Favorite Movie: 50 first dates, harry Potter, Titanic, The Phantom Of the Opera, The outsiders, Naruto Movies 1, 2, & 3, Inuyahsa Movies1-4, Alice in Wonderland 2010, Grown Ups, RENT

Favorite Bands/Singer: Flyleaf, My Chemical Romance, Metrostation, Panic at the disco, Paramore, Muse, and so many its too much to mention.

I Hate: Miley Cyrus/ Hannah Montana, marine food, and my computer mouse, justin beiber

Favorite Shows: Criminal minds, Law and Order SVU, Sonny with a chance, Victorious

Favorite anime: NARUTO!! Inuyasha, Fullmetal Alchemist, Ouran high School Host club, and many more...

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Since I quit soccer and got a netbook, i have no excuse for not updating. Its just means i'm an asshole and society fucked me over :D

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I've always been a little different. So people judge me because of that.
I've always been a little strange. So people dislike me because of that.
I've always had a hard time trying to figure out why people never really talked to me. So I had to rely on myself for conversations.
I'm the girl whose dreams she holds on to, even if they'll never come true.
I'm the girl who never stopped believing in something, only to realize it was fake.
I'm the girl who stands up every day and faces prejudice and hate from others because of the way she chooses to represent herself to others.
I'm the girl who gets put down because she is everything she wants to be.
I'm the girl who doesn't want to be made into anything.
I'm the girl who will always say 'tomorrow' even when she doesn't believe it herself.
I'm the girl with hope, even when I act like it's not there.
I'm the one who says no to drugs.
I'm the one who says 'love is love, regardless if it is of oneself or of another of the same gender'.
I'm the one who will always smile, even if her heart is breaking.
I'm the one who chooses to rise above hate and try to love.
I'm the one who has always tried to believe in someone, even if they felt long-gone.
I'm the person who holds on.
I'm the person who lives her life regardless of what happens.
I'm the person who chooses to live.
I'm the person who wants to see what tomorrow will bring.
So judge me.
So hate me.
So be inclined to send me rude comments.
But I don't care.
In the end I rise above.

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.

Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it.

How to Tell if You're a Writer

-If you talk to yourself.
-If you talk to yourself about talking to yourself (i.e. ‘I wonder why I talk to myself so much?’)
-If, when you talk to yourself, you sometimes speak as if talking to another person (i.e. ‘Okay, so have you ever noticed that the word ‘deliver’ could mean removing someone’s liver?’)
-If, after uttering a profound piece of wisdom like that above, you stare at the cookie in your hand in awe and say, ‘Wow, this is good stuff for sugar highs!’
-If you live off of sugar and caffeine.
-If people start to notice that you tend to check your e-mail every day for a week, then suddenly disappear off the face of the planet.
-If your e-mails tend to be pages long and incredibly random.
-If, when replying to someone else’s e-mail, you are sometimes so random that you fail to address the original message altogether.
-If, no matter where you are in your room, you never have to so much as get up to reach a pen/pencil and paper.
-If the letters are starting to wear off on the keys of your keyboard.
-If people think you might have A.D.D.
-If you think it’d be cool to have A.D.D.
-If you start constantly talking in third person, past tense.

Bwa ha ha ha ha !!! i am back better than ever! So i've been gone from fanfiction for awhile and now im back. Oh and i have a tumblr. :)

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Now, if you need any advice or any answers just ask away. Enjoy my tumblr if you want and if you really like it and are expecting more then follow me.