Hey everyone,

Hey guys! It's been a while since I updated my profile. I'm in a bit of a mix here. If you've read the message I put on Harry Potter and the Immortal's Knight, you know what I'm talking about. Please, everyone, answer the poll. I'll leave it up there for maybe a week or two, maybe even three or four, depending on how many answer it. The question is simple: Do you think I should put in the September 11, 2001 attacks? If you don't know what I'm talking about, then read the message. Everything you need to know should be right there. If not, then you can always e-mail me. I am always open to suggestions.

Thanks!

P.S. - To all those readers who have been with me since the beginning: Thank you very much for your patience. I understand very well how frustrating it is when the story you want to read isn't being updated as fast as you would like. It is so annoying! But thank you all for your patience.

Hey! Listen up! I got this from another author here in FanFiction.net. Her name is White Eye Lover. I thought it was pretty neat, so I hope she doesn't mind that I copied this from her profile.

I think people should read this if they HATE child abusing. If you HATE child abuse like me, copy and paste this to your profile.

My name is Sarah

I am but 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 speak at all

I can't do a wrong

Or else I'm locked up

All the day long

When I awake I'm all alone

The house is dark

My folks aren't home.

When my mommy does come

I'll try and be nice,

So maybe I'll get just

One whipping tonight

Don't make a sound!

I just heard a car

My daddy is back

From Charlie's Bar.

I hear him curse

My name he calls

I press myself

Against the wall.

I try and hide

From his evil eyes

I'm so afraid now

I'm starting to cry.

He finds me weeping

He shouts ugly words,

He says it's my fault

That he suffers at work.

He slaps me and hits me

And yells at me more,

I finally get free

And I run for 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 it's now much too late

His face has been twisted

Into unimaginable hate.

The hurt and the pain

Again and again

Oh please God, have mercy!

Oh 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 Sarah

And I am but three,

Tonight my daddy,

Murdered me.

Child abuse, MAKE IT STOP!