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Courage is not the absence of fear. Courage is acting even when you are afraid. Only a fool is completly fearless.

All guys are slime, some are slimeir than others. Just like all girls manipulate. Just some girls manipulate more than others. I tend to be the type of girl who manipulates more than others.

Haters are your biggest fans

And once again my life has been saved by the miracle of... Lasagna!-Garfield

Stupidity killed the cat. Curiosity was framed.

Writer's Block- when your characters get fed up with all you put them through and go in strike

Say what you feel because those that mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind - Dr. Suess

There are mulitple sides to all of us. Who we are and who we might be if we follow our dreams. - Miley Cyrus

Friendship is like a movie. The role of a best friend is picked for you but the role of a good friend is a role you pick for yourself.

Boys are like slinkies. Pretty useless but fun to watch fall down steps.=)

Keep Smiling It makes people wonder what your up to!

The newscaster is the person that says "Good evening" and then tells you why it's not

Silence is golden, but Ductape is Silver!

An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth leves the world blind and toothless.

A dream is a wish your heart makes - Walt Disney

If dreams are wishes your heart makes, then what are nightmares?

Mamma always said life was like a box of chocolates. You never know what your gonna get. -Forest Gump

Every Villain is the Hero of their own story

I'm not lazy, I just enjoy doing nothing

A kid gives his teacher a blank peice of paper. The teacher asks him, "What's this?" he replies, "A drawing of a cow eating grass." "Where's the grass?" the teacher wants to know. "The cow ate it all" the student answers. "Where's the cow?" the teacher asks. "It left" the student answered. "There's no more grass."

She wanted love. He wanted fun. Boys are like mascara. They always run.

We took a picture. Three best friends, three true smiles, and three girls with tears of joy because we were laughing so hard. I've still got tears. But these are the bad tears. Personalities changed, people got blamed, and now we're just an old paragraph.

Yeah I believe in the big bang theory. God said it, and Bang! It happened.

Girls
are like
apples on trees.
The best ones are
at the top of the tree The
boys don’t want to reach
for the good ones because they
are afraid of falling and getting hurt.
Instead, they just get the rotten apples
from the ground that aren't as good,
but easy. So the apples at the top think
something is wrong with them, when in
reality, they're amazing. They just
have to wait for the right boy to
come along, the one who's
brave enough to
climb all
the way
to the top
of the tree.

Support Section:

My name is May

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 its 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 its 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 May

And I am but three,

Tonight my daddy,

Murdered me.

Child abuse, MAKE IT STOP!

If you care at all about this poor child, paste it onto your profile, before it's too late..

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.

Mommy ... Johnny brought a gun to school
He told his friends that it was cool,
And when he pulled the trigger back,
It shot with a great crack.
Mommy, I was a good girl,
I did what I was told,
I went to school, I got straight A's,
I even got the gold!
But Mommy, when I went to school that day,
I never said good-bye,
I'm sorry Mommy, I had to go,
But Mommy, please don't cry.
When Johnny shot the gun,
He hit me and another
And all because Johnny,
Got the gun from his older brother.
Please tell Daddy;
That I love him very much,
And please tell Chris; my boyfriend;
That it wasn't just a crush.
And tell my little sister;
That she is the only one now,
And tell my dear sweet grandmother;
I'll be waiting for her now,
And tell my
wonderful friends;
That they always were the best;
Mommy, I'm not the first,
I'm no better than the rest.
Mommy, tell my teachers;
I won't show up for class,
And never to forget this,
And please don't let this pass.
Mommy, why'd it have to be me?
No one deserves this,
Mommy, warn the others,
Mommy, I left without a kiss.
And Mommy tell the doctors;
I know they really did try,
I think I even saw a doctor,
Trying not to cry.
Mommy, I'm slowly dying,
With a bullet in my chest,
But Mommy please remember,
I'm in heaven with the rest.
Mommy I ran as fast as I could,
When I heard that crack,
Mommy, listen to me if you would,
I wanted to go to college;
I wanted to try things that were new,
I guess I'm not going with Daddy,
On that trip to the new zoo.
I wanted to get married, I
wanted to have a kid,
I wanted to be an actress,
Mommy, I wanted to live.
But Mommy I must go now,
The time is getting late,
Mommy, tell my Chris,
I'm sorry but I had to cancel the date.
I love you Mommy,
I always have, you know it's true,
And Mommy all I wanted to say it,
"Mommy, I love you."

In honor of Columbine and Virginia Tech Victims

My Stories:

I used to have eight stories but I deleted most of them and decided to kinda start fresh. So if you liked one of the ones I deleted, I'm sorry. Any way, If I ever forget to add this to one of my stories I'm adding it here: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING NO MATTER HOW MUCH I WANT To!

So obviously, my obsession right now is weddings. Speak Now, Are you Gonna Kiss Me or Not, We'll Make it Last for a Hundred Years, and My Girlfriend's Wedding, are all wedding related. These are so easy and fun to write. I mean, every girl wants prince charming right?

I Hate the Homecoming Queen

So this is a song fic for Emily Osment's song. Anyway, it is Smitchie and I think it's absoluteley adorable. Basically, it's prom night and our favorite diva, Tess, is crowned homecomming queen. However, a mysterious nobody gets away with crashing her special night, and Shane figures it out. Thanks for reading it!

You Belong With Me

So this is my first House of Anubis fic and it's based on Taylor Swift's song. Anyway, Fabes and Nina are best friends and Joy is just in the way. But thankfully, because of Amber's awesome matchmaking skills, not for long. Thanks for reading!

With a Little Faith

Anyway, thanks to everyone who has read, reviewed, and favorited, you guys are awesome! Also, part of my inspiration fr this story is my favorite book, Hope Was Here, by the author, Joan Bauer.

The Gumball Ring

So, this is my second multichapter. It's Niley and I hope you like it. Basically, Miley's a popstar who isn't happy with her life and ends up back in her hometown where she runs into some people of her past, who she isnt exactly happy to see. Thanks for reading!

Fly With Me

This story was inspired by one of my favorite stories on fanfiction, and Peter Pan. It's different from this other story, so I'm not plagerising, I'm just barrowing some ideas to make my story make since. It's my first T rated, so wish me luck! I hope you like it!