Hey what up

EverSnow99 here, if you would like to see I will be writing soon email me :angelofdream4@

But to help here is the one I want to write

-a twilight story

Embry has imprinted on Bella and she is Sam's and Emily's daughter and she is a werewolf

anyway here is so info 'bout me

Name-Bonnie ( but people call my Randa or bonnella - my friend came up with it)

Age: 14

birthday: march,21,1995

hair: long, reddish brown, very curly

eyes: brown but changes to green some times

family: mom, dad, little brother, and my little puppy sallygirl

favorite subject: math and s.s

favorite color(s): baby blue & light pink & black

favorite shows: aishi- baby ( i do not know how to spell it), whose line is it anyway, sailor moon, blood , ccs, inuyasha, bleach, & digimon, walker texas ranger

favorite movies: beauty and the beast, ccs: the sealed card, love's unfolding dream

favorite thing to do : write, read, and talk to my friends

heros: my mom, my dad, and my uncle and my friends

bff's: Kayla, Carissa, Lauren B, lauren F, Lauren L, Kenzi, Caroline, Morgan, Courtney, Jessica, Kara, Sean,

THIS IS A POEM ABOUT ABORTION

Month one

Mommy
I am only 8 inches long
but I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
Every time I hear it
I wave my arms and legs.
The sound of your heart beat
is my favorite lullaby.

Month Two

Mommy
today I learned how to suck my thumb.
If you could see me
you could definitely tell that I am a baby.
I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though.
It is so nice and warm in here.

Month Three

You know what Mommy
I'm a boy!!
I hope that makes you happy.
I always want you to be happy.
I don't like it when you cry.
You sound so sad.
It makes me sad too
and I cry with you even though
you can't hear me.

Month Four

Mommy
my hair is starting to grow.
It is very short and fine
but I will have a lot of it.
I spend a lot of my time exercising.
I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes
and stretch my arms and legs.
I am becoming quite good at it too.

Month Five

You went to the doctor today.
Mommy, he lied to you.
He said that I'm not a baby.
I am a baby Mommy, your baby.
I think and feel.
Mommy, what's abortion?

Month Six

I can hear that doctor again.
I don't like him.
He seems cold and heartless.
Something is intruding my home.
The doctor called it a needle.
Mommy what is it? It burns!
Please make him stop!
I can't get away from it!
Mommy! HELP me!

Month Seven

Mommy
I am okay.
I am in Jesus's arms.
He is holding me.
He told me about abortion.
Why didn't you want me Mommy?

Every Abortion Is Just . . .

One more heart that was stopped.
Two more eyes that will never see.
Two more hands that will never touch.
Two more legs that will never run.
One more mouth that will never speak.

This poem is really sad so be prepared...

My name is Chris.

I am 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 do a wrong

I can't speak at all

Or else im locked up

All day long.

When im awake im all alone

The house is dark

My folks aren't home

When my mommy does come home

I'll try and be nice,

So maybe i'll just get

One whipping tonight.

I just heard a car

My daddy is back

From Charlie's bar.

I hear him curse

My name is called

I press myself

Against the wall

I try to hide

From his evil eyes

I'm so afraid now

I'm starting to cry

He finds me weeping

Calls me ugly words,

He says its my fault

He suffers at work.

He slaps and hits me

And yells at me more,

I finally get free

And run to 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 to late

His face has been twisted

Into a unimaginable shape

The hurt and the pain

Again and again

O please God, have mercy!

O 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 Chris

I am three,

Tonight my daddy

Murdered me.

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many people think that families are wonderful but others have a hard time with theirs