name: dee

nick name: frankie

gender: female

favorite bands: MCR, paramore, cradle of filth, and MSI

favorite series: vampire kisses, night world, harry potter,house of night, witch and wizard, and darren shan

favorite authors: L.J. Smith and J.K. Rowling

ello fellow fanfiction readers.

hope you like my storys!

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 anda freak either behindmy

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 cellphone or regular phone. I am the girl that hasn't been asked out in a year. 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 loves and is obsessed with alot of things, who can express

herself better with words than actions, who doesn't need a guy to complete her, and knows

the importance of little things.

if you hate child abuse read this:

I am but three,

my eyes are swolllen,

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'm awake I'm all alone,

my folks aren't home,

when my mommy does come,

I'll try and be nice,

so maybe I'll just get,

one whipping tonight,

dont 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,

Im 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 some more,

I finally get free,

I run for the door,

he has already locked it,

and I start to bawl,

he yakes 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 is now much to late,

his face has been twisted,

into unimginable hate,

the hurt and the pain,

again and agin,

oh please God,have mercy!

oh please let it end!

and he finally stops,

aand head for the door,

I lay there motionless,

sprawled on the floor,

my name is Sarah,

I am but three,

and tonight my daddy,

murdered me.

Read this if you hate 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.

I found this on someone elses profile

My eyes fill with tears of hate

A feeling, words I can not compensate

That one day could be me

Dying because of stupidity

A bottle not put down

A glass that should have been shatterd

Rather it be the glass than the bones

Of someones family maybe my own?

The loss of love death that has come

All because of one

One person and the idiotic stupidity that seems to flow off freely

Soundlessly nothing but the tears

The jeers my head heart and soul

Saying the thing ive told time and time again.

We can not always win

One day itll ome chrasing down

One day thinking we were safe and sound a wail echo cry and scream pierce the air though there is nothing there. But regret for if that bottle was put down and the glass shattered

Nothing would have mattered

People wouldn’t have died

People wouldn’t have cried

Drunkenness

Reaps pain leaves regret for if that glass had met the cold hard ground

Those innocent bodies people souls

Would not have lain underneath it.

Found this on someone elses profile:

This is a true story. A girl died in 1933. A man buried her in the ground when she was still alive. The murderer chanted,"Toma sota balcu" as he buried her. Now that you have read the chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this in your profile, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded.

A white man said, Colored people are not allowed here
The Native man turned around and stood up. He then said:
Listen sir...when I was born I was NATIVE
When I grew up I was NATIVE
When I'm sick I'm NATIVE
When I go in the sun I'm NATIVE
When I'm cold I'm NATIVE
When I die I'll be NATIVE
But you sir
When you are born you're PINK
When you grow up you're WHITE
When you're sick, you're GREEN

When you go in the sun you turn RED
When you're cold you turn BLUE
And when you die you turn PURPLE
And you have the nerve to call me colored?
The black man then sat back down and the white man walked away..
Put this on your page if you HATE racism.

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, Diane 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
weep.

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 Diane for her bravery
and asked if there was anything they could do
for her.

She asked if they would ask the man one
question.

Diane 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."

Amazingly, whether you believe or not,
you're never alone. Did you know that 98 of
teenagers will not stand up for God?

Even when you can't see Him, GOD is there! Did you know that 98 of teenagers will not stand up for God, and 93 of the people that read this won’t repost?

I am the girl who got kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working on the corner because no one will hire a transsexual women.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother's hand 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 27 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 most loving family I 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 3 weeks, and in another year, I'll be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks after graduating high school. It was simply too much to bare.
We are the couple who have the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom to go into so no one will call management.
I am the mother not allowed to see her children that I gave birth to, nursed, and raised because the court says I'm an unfit mother since I live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who suddenly had the support system go cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner was also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who had no support because I am a male.
I am the father who never hugged his own son in fear of showing affection for another male.
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 because they realized I was a transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not always have to deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped going to church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their door on my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what the world needs, love.
I am the person who is afraid to tell his Christian parents that he loves another male.

My friend and I, we went to the mall one day.

We saw this girl, she was pregnant.

She was our age.

My friend, she wasn't a virgin herself.

But she snickered and yelled at the girl, "Whore!"

The girl's wide eyes filled up with tears.

They caught mine, and I felt a tug on my heartstrings.

She fled the store, sobbing.

We didn't know

My friend didn't know

She'd been raped.

We saw an article in the newspaper

the next day.

The girl had committed suicide.

Think before you act.

Think before you speak.

You may just save someone's life.

Copy and paste this to your profile if this moved you at all

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Sugar is sweet
and so are you
But the roses are wilted
The violets are dead
The sugar bowls empty
and so is your head

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This is Bunny.

Copy Bunny into your profile to help him on his way to world domination

Even if you're not an adult, these are still funny. Post 'em in your profile if you laughed at least twice!

You cry, I cry. You laugh, I laugh. You fall off a cliff, I laugh even harder.

You say I'm not cool. But cool is another word for cold. If I'm not cold, I'm hot. I know I'm hot. Thanks for embracing it.

Evening News is where they begin with "Good Evening" then proceed to tell you why it isn't.

My best friends are the kind that if my house were on fire, they'd be roasting marsh mellows and flirting with the firemen.

One day, we will look back on this, laugh nervously, and change the subject.

There is no "I" in team but there is an "I" in PIE and there is an "I" in MEATPIE and MEAT is an anagram of TEAM...

Be a loser! Because being cool is so overrated!

It's always the last place you look...of course it is, why the hell would I keep looking after I found it?

Don’t knock on death’s door. Ring the bell and run. He hates that.

Guns don’t kill people. Bullets kill people. I mean, DUH!

When life hands you lemons, squirt life in the eye and run like hell.

If you like Sharpies, penguins, cookies, close friends, MSN, and the internet, copy this to your profile

If you like chocolate as much as I do copy this in your profile

I do not do drugs. I do sugar. If you're someone who does sugar, copy this into your profile.

I'm the kind of person who walks into a door or wall, and then apologizes to it.

In case you needed further proof that the human race is doomed through stupidity and trial by error, here are some actual labels on consumer goods:

On a Sears hairdryer: Do not use while sleeping. ( that's the only time I have to work on my hair).

On a bag of Fritos! ..You could be a winner! No purchase necessary. Details inside. (the shoplifter special?)

On a bar of Dial soap: "Directions: Use like regular soap." (and that would be how?...)

On some Swanson frozen dinners: "Serving suggestion: Defrost." (but, it's just a suggestion).

On Tesco's Tiramisu dessert (printed on bottom): "Do not turn upside down." (well...duh, a bit late, huh?!)

On Marks & Spencer Bread Pudding: "Product will be hot after heating." (...and you thought?...)

On packaging for a Rowenta iron: "Do not iron clothes on body." (but wouldn't this save me more time?)

On Boot's Children Cough Medicine: "Do not drive a car or operate machinery after taking this medication." (We could do a lot to reduce the rate of construction accidents if we could just get those 5-year-olds with head-colds off those forklifts.)

On Nytol Sleep Aid: "Warning: May cause drowsiness." (and...I'm taking this because?...)

On most brands of Christmas lights: "For indoor or outdoor use only." (as opposed to...what?)

On a Japanese food processor: "Not to be used for the other use." (now, somebody out there, help me on this. I'm a bit curious.)

On Sunsbury's peanuts: "Warning: contains nuts." (talk about a news flash)

On an American Airlines packet of nuts: "Instructions: Open packet, eat nuts." (Step 3: maybe, uh...fly Delta?)

On a child's superman costume: "Wearing of this garment does not enable you to fly." (I don't blame the company. I blame the parents for this one.)

On a Swedish chainsaw: "Do not attempt to stop chain with your hands." (...was there a lot of this happening somewhere?)

On a Korean kitchen knife: Warning: keep out of children. (hmm..something must have gotten lost in the translation

You say - Pink
I say - Black
You say - Miley Cyrus
I ... say - Haley Williams
You say - Jonas Brothers
I say - My Chemical Romance
You say - That i'm weird
I say: Heck yeah im weird you gotta problem?!
put this on your profile if you agree

characters from abduction sucks:

Aubrey- http:///wallpapers/800x600/underworld/underworld-wallpaper56.jpg

Acid- http:///style/hairstyles/11560/2.jpg

Faith- http:///images/blog/wysiwyg/image/Angelina_Jolie(4).jpg

recec mansion- http:///images/eddiebrazil_images/ettington-ir2-680.jpg

Aubrey's bedroom- http:///wp-content/uploads/GOTHIC-BEDROOM-FURNITURE.jpg