Hey!! My Name is PolkaDotSocks (Yeah, i like socks. What can i say? :) ) and I'm not going to say my real name cause that would be stupid...yea. Anyway, I'm 13 and new at writing so I hope I do well. Thanks!

So for my stories:

The D.A. Reads Sorcerer's Stone:

So this is basically what the title says. It's 7th year and Neville finds The Sorcerer's Stone in the Room of Requirements. The DA (Dumbledore's Army) decides to read it and they have very interesting reactions. It's a working progress, at least I think it is.

That's all I have for now, but I may be writing some stories for the Percy Jackson series. So if you like that kind of thing, then look forward to that.

Happy Reading!

I usually don't like these kind of things, but this one is special to me:

DADDY

'At age 8, your dad buys you an ice cream. You thanked him by dripping
it all over his lap.

When you were 9 years old, he paid for piano lessons. You thanked him
by never even bothering to practice.

When you were 10 years old he drove you all day, from soccer to
football to one birthday party after another. You thanked him by
jumping out of the car and never looking back.

When you were 11 years old, he took you and your friends to
the movies. You thanked him by asking to sit in a different row.

When you were 12 years old, he warned you not to watch
certain TV shows. You thanked him by waiting until he left the house.

When you were 13, he suggested a haircut that was in fashion.
You thanked him by telling him he had no taste.

When you were 14, he paid for a month away at summer camp.
You thanked him by forgetting to write a single letter.

When you were 15, he came home from work, looking for a hug.
You thanked him by having your bedroom door locked.

When you were 16, he taught you how to drive his car. You
thanked him by taking it every chance you could.

When you were 17, he was expecting an important call. You thanked him
by being on the phone all night.

When you were 18, he cried at your high school graduation. You thanked
him by staying out partying until dawn.

When you were 19, he paid for your college tuition, drove you to campus
carried your bags. You thanked him by saying good-bye outside the dorm
so you wouldn't be embarrassed in front of your friends.

When you were 25, he helped to pay for your wedding, and he told you
how deep he loved you. You thanked him by moving halfway across the
country.

When you were 50, he fell ill and needed you to take care of him . You
thanked him by reading about the burden parents become to their
children.

And then, one day, he quietly died. And everything you never did came
crashing down like thunder on YOUR HEART.

If you love your dad, post this on your profile. My dad died last December (2010) and I never got to say goodbye. He was only 51 and I miss him more than I could ever have imagined.