Hey everybody! So I was looking at my old stories and I realized they were horrid. So in February they will all be rewritten and republished. And this time im making sure to make it weekly. Every monday starting february 5th I will update all of my stories!

Hiya! I'm Abby. I'm usually quieter then my friends so I really can't say I'm loud like a lot of people on this site. I'm obsessed with the musical Cats and Harry Potter. My absolute favorite musicals are: Wicked, Phantom of the Opera, Love Never Dies, The Book of Mormon, Les Mis, Cats, and A Very Potter Musical. I often wish my Parents played Demeter and Munkustrap on Broadway. (Hey! I'm only just 13, A girl can dream can't she?) and I often annoy my friends with me skipping down the halls singing show tunes, instead of drooling over a Robert Pattinson or a Justin Bieber poster, and me actually enjoying choir. Most people dont like me because im different. I dont care what people think about me, i dont like pop (show tunes rule!), and *gasp!* I have a creative mind.

Vacation Places Check-list.

Hogwarts- Done (Thank you Universal)

Salem Institutes

Durmstrang

Beuxbuttons

Pigfarts

Shiz Academy

Paris Opera House

The Barricades

Camp Half-Blood

Narnia- Done (Vacation Bible School Theme)

Jellice Junkyard

Gibbs' Home in DC. (I wanna help him build a boat!)- Done (Have friend whose last name is Gibbs and lives in D.C.)

The majority of my stories will have to do with characters from books, movies, and TV shows leaving what they usually do and go somewhere else to do theater. Don't ask me why, I'm obsessed with broadway.

Here is a picture of mungojerrie and rumpleteazer, from cats. For my upcoming story which has yet to be named. mungojerrie and rumpleteazer

An Awesome Poem: If Edgar Alan Poe Used Twitter

Once, before a keyboard greasy, while I pondered, fat and queasy

over many a gay and w4y 1337 posting on my Facebook wall

Suddenly there came a burping. As of someone, softly burping

Or an ramen noodles slurping, slurping somewhere down the hall

"Twis some Twitter n00b" I muttered "Writing on my Facebook wall"

Twoth the Twitter: OMG so I was justt in Satrbuks and JUSTINBEIBER came in!!!1!!!1!!!!!1!1

If you love it, copy and paste it onto your profile!

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 with out 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 news paper 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 news paper 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 for ever.. 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, or

2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart

This is a story about a little girl that was abused. If you care at all, copy and paste this into your profile:

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...

Ninety-three percent of the teen population would die if Abercrombie and Fitch said it wasn't cool to breathe. Copy and paste this if you would be part of the seven percent that'd be LAUGHING YOUR BUTT OFF!

Ninety-eight percent of teenagers have tried smoking pot. If you're one of the two percent who hasn't, copy this and paste it in your profile

Ninety-five percent of the kids out there are concerned with being popular and fitting in. If you're part of the five percent that aren't, copy this, put it in you profile, and add your name to the list. AnimeKittyCafe, Hyperactivley Bored, Gem W, Bara-Minamino, Tsuyu Mikazuki, Weasel Chick, Revenant666, dragonsroar, foxdude33, FallenLex, Soelle, Haunt of twilight, Super Saiyan Angel,Charmed4lifekaren,Magical Ms.Mistoffelees

93 of American teens would have a severe emotional breakdown if someone called them a freak. If your part of the 7 that would ask the person, "What was your first clue?", copy and paste this into your profile and add your name to the list: Sunlit God of the C.O.C.A, Moonlight Goddess of the C.O.C.A, Evil Genius of the COCA, Invader Miley Phantom, dAnnYsGiRL777, BloodySalvation, Lady Lost-A-Lot, bellabookworm9, Bella Masen Cullen, Vampire Scooby, Deidara's Manialoll 4 Ever, ANBU Inu, MaybelleDragon-chan, ChristinaAngel, DitzyDizzyDessy101, XXFire-PrincessXX, Super Saiyan Angel,Charmed4lifekaren,Magical Ms.Mistoffelees

99.5 percent of teenagers and kids have a myspace and are literally addicted, if you are the 0.5 who thinks myspace is a dumb way to make friends, relationships, etc. post this onto your profile.

If you have embarrassing memories that make you want to smack yourself/someone else, copy this into your profile.

If you've been on the computer for hours on end, reading numerous fanfictions, copy this into your profile.

If you copy and paste stuff into your profile, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you have ever burst into a fit of laughter for no apparent reason (other than some inside joke that no one else in the universe would find funny) copy this onto your profile.

If you have ever zoned out for more than five consecutive minutes, copy this into your profile.

If you have ever forgotten what you were going to say, right before you say it, copy this into your profile.

If you've ever tripped over your own feet, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you've ever laughed for 10 minutes straight, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you constantly forget what you're saying or are about to say, and I mean CONSTANTLY

If you talk back to the TV, copy this into your profile.

If you can raed tihs, cpoy tihs itno yuor polrfie, and sea if ohtres can raed it.

If you don't watch Laguna Beach or the O.C. or The Hills religiously, never have, never will, and are proud of it, copy and paste this into your profile

If you've ever felt like something was watching you and then turned around to find nothing, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you hate all the ads popping up while you're trying to read some story, copy this into your profile.

If you are anti-social sometimes, copy this into your profile.

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If you ever forgotten what you were talking about in a conversation, copy and paste this into your profile

If you haven't died yet, copy and paste this onto your profile.

If you have music in your soul, post this onto your profile!

If you have ever tripped over your own feet, copy and paste this onto your profile.

If you've ever burst out laughing in a quiet room, add this to your profile.

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If you get good grades and still know nothing at all, copy and paste this onto your profile.

If you ever read past two in the morning, copy and paste this to your profile.

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If you've ever walked into a wall before copy this into your profile.

If you have ever just wanted to SLAP someone, copy this onto your profile.

If you have ever seen a movie (or show) so many times that you can quote it word for word, and you do at random moments, copy and paste this onto your profile.

You're just jealous because the voices in my head talk to me and not you.

I don't suffer from insanity...I enjoy every minute of it. If you are insane, enjoying every second, and proud of it, copy this and paste it into your profile.

Weird is good, strange is bad, and odd is when you don't know which to call someone. Weird is the same as different, which is the same as unique, than weird is good. If you are weird and proud of it, copy this onto your profile!

If you think that being unique is cooler than being cool, copy this on your profile

If you have ever had a mad laughing fit for absolutely no reason, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you hate those obnoxious snobby people, PLEASE copy this into your profile.

If you ever pushed on a door that said "Pull" copy this into your profile.

Gryffindors...will jump off a cliff.

Slytherins...will push someone elso off.

Hufflepuffs...will call five hundred others and build a staircase.

Ravenclaws...will get hold of a flying carpet.

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I can read this can you? If you can put it on your profile

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 talking to a girlfriend on a cell phone or regular phone. I am the girl that hasn't ever been asked out. 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 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.: Iheartjake1220, FaerieRose13, Dancer4Life15, Marigold Winters, SparklingTopazEyes, my name is paper YAH, Sakurablossom24, Rhianna224, Kisa T. Sohma, Lone-wolf761,charmed4lifekaren, PhantomLoveNeverDies