The light of God surrounds us, The love of God enfolds us, The power of God protects us. (This is one of my favorite prayers.)

I have a ton of stories written, but my dumb computer won't let me submit. If anyone knows how to fix that, I would appreciate your help.

April 13,2013: My 15th Birthday! Now I have to take drivers ed...

I am ADDICTED TO THE OUTSIDERS!!!!!!!! My favorite is Dally, but I also like Ponyboy and Johnny.

My favorite fanfictions I've read are: Lion's Den by NocturnalRose, Love The Way You Lie by TaylorPaige24, Ally Cat(I don't know the author), and a whole bunch of others.

My favorite author is: JohnnyIsMyGoldSunset.

Again, if anyone knows how to get a computer to let you post stories, please help. PS, I turn 14 this Friday! (4/13/12) PONYBOY'S AGE AT LAST!!!!!!!!

Interests:

The Outsiders (DUH)

Ginger Snaps (Best horror movie EVER! though I'm not a fan of the cussing)

paranormal investigation (I'm working on starting my own investigation group. I already have my first member.)

Rumble Fish (I love Matt Dillon and Diane Lane together. But I also wish it were me *insert blush here*)

Highway to Heaven (my mom got me addicted to it. And I'm glad she did!)

Big Time Rush (They're cute, they're sweet, they sing, they're hilarious, & they remind me of the Backstreet Boys)

Ghost Adventures (my passion), A Haunting, Paranormal State, Psychic Kids: Children of the Paranormal. I have a HIGH respect for Chip Coffey, Lorraine Warren, Zak Bagans, Ryan Buell, and Chris Flemming. (if you don't know who they are, look them up on google.) I also admire Greasers. :)

Black Butler

Hetalia (just a little)

Favorite Bands: My Chemical Romance, Three Days Grace, One Direction. (You haven't lived until you've heard all three!)

Couples I support:

Dally and Ponyboy (The Outsiders) I used to hate Outsiders slash stories, but I recently read some Dally/Ponyboy slash stories that are just too cute to hate. And it seems that now days gay love stories are sweeter and more realistic. Plus, I'm a sucker for a good angst/protection story.

Ponyboy and Cherry (The Outsiders)

Brigitte and Sam (Ginger Snaps)

Nina and Fabian (House of Anubis)

Jerome and Johanna(my OC) (House of Anubis)

Tripp and Izzy (I'm in the Band)

Derek and Casey (Life With Derek)

Lizzie and Edwin (Life With Derek)

Austin and Ally (Austin and Ally)

Wen and Olivia (Lemonade Mouth)

James and Katie (Big Time Rush)

Kendall and Logan (Big Time Rush)

James and Logan (Big Time Rush)

Ryan and Eilfie (They're not a real couple, but I think they're really cute together on Paranormal State.)

Nat and Kristina (Naked Brothers Band) (I used to be for Nat and Rosalina, but then she turned stupid and whiney.)

Alex and Willow (Angel Burn series)

Ciel and Sebastian (Black Butler)

Russia and Canada (Hetalia)

This is originally written by: JohnnyIsMyGoldSunset (with some changes)

(I hope this provides you with encouragement to face the days ahead. God bless and consider choosing to stay gold.)

If you see Johnny as a deep person like Ponyboy does, add this to your profile.

Don't want a knight in shining armor; I want a greaser in Converse and hair grease!

If you're against animal cruelty, then copy this into your profile!

If you're against animal experimentation, then copy and paste!

If when you hear the song "Replay" by Iyaz, your version of the first line is "Johnny's like a melody in my head...", then copy and paste.

If you love greasers, are a self-confessed greaser fan, and are a proud member of TEAM GREASER and can't stand Socs...COPY AND PASTE!

If you know in fact Dallas Winston is BLOND, but don't the heck mind when Matt Dillon played him, copy and paste

If you think we should all go back to the 50's-early 60's, copy and paste this into your profile!

If you support Sodapop Curtis, copy and paste this to your profile.

Rest In Peace, Patrick Swayze (Darry Curtis)

"Patrick lived a hundred lifetimes in one. I will remember him for that, and I will remember him for how much he loved his wife Lisa. He was such an intense actor, so full of passion and vigor. He definitely made the most out of it. It's a sad day... He played my brother twice, so I feel like I lost a brother today. " Rob Lowe

"I have always had a special place in my heart for Patrick. While I was fortunate enough to work with him in three films, it was our passion for horses that forged a friendship between us that I treasure to this day. Not only did we lose a fine actor today, I lost my older Outsiders brother. My heart goes out to not only his entire family, but all his fans as well." Tommy Howell

"Patrick fought the ultimate fight as passionate as he embraced his life—with strength, dignity and grace. His love of his work and family was inspirational. He touched so many...I am proud to have shared in his journey... Remembering my fellow greaser. Stay Gold, buddy." Ralph Macchio

If you're Swayze Crayze and know it, add this to your profile!!! :D

You Know You're Obsessed With The Outsiders When...

You laugh every time you drink a soft drink for reasons unknown to people around you.

You name your horse (or any other pet) Ponyboy. (the rest of the characters too. I have a dog statue named Dallas.)

You've looked up Robert Frost poems before, just to read Nothing Gold Can Stay from a million different sources. (we read it in class, & I chewed Seth's head off for complaining about it.)

You've read Gone With the Wind, even though it's more than a thousand pages long, for no other reason except because it was mentioned in The Outsiders.

If you HAVE read Gone With the Wind, you get randomly excited and squeal at the page where it quotes exactly, "riding into sure death because they were gallant".

You've started wearing black leather jackets, old jeans, and white t-shirts a lot more than you usually do.

You've researched the 60s for fun, and you have asked questions concerning the 60s to your baffled history teacher.

You've tried slicking back your hair with hair gel/grease and squealed happily at the results.

You've bleached your hair just because Ponyboy did. (I try to get mine to look like Cherry's. It's brown, but it can pass for red in certain lights.)

You've started caring about your hair a lot more than you did before. (I have ALWAYS cared about my hair. I'm happy to know someone else does)

You've stopped getting haircuts. (this was actually for a different reason)

You daydream about the greasers and imagine yourself in their time period.

You have HATE bolonja just because Pony and Johnny got sick of it.

Your fear of fire has suddenly become a bit disturbing or you can't be around fire without bawling.

You suddenly start looking for greasers when you're out of your house.

You compare random people to The Outsiders characters when you see them.

You've started using the words, "ain't", "golly", "gee", "dig", "tuff", and other old slang words proudly, not paying attention to the weird stares you're getting from people around you.

You've read the book so many times you could quote entire pages from it.

You love your English teacher for getting you to read it. (I will be forever grateful to Mrs. Carson)

You announce to your stunned parents that your new favorite cartoon character is Mickey Mouse.

You want to hit people when your teacher's showing the Outsiders movie, and they don't pay attention to it/laugh at it. (hit, kick, slam, etc.)

You rush up to every random person reading the book, squealing and babbling about how amazing the book is, and how much they're gonna love it so much. You say these thing to COMPLETE STRANGERS too. (My family and friends think I've lost my mind.)

You suddenly wish you had a southern accent, and you love people who actually do. (I love many types of accents :)

You've developed a sudden interest in old movies. (I immediately notice if an Outsiders character is in something else. Randy was in Highway to Heaven once.)

You do a double take each time someone says the word "soda" or "pony".

You laugh every time you drink Pepsi (Ponyboy's addiction) or Coke (Dally/Cherry incident)

You write "Stay Gold" as the last line of every letter you write.

You've paused the movie at the very beginning when Ponyboy writes in his composition book, and tried to copy his handwriting.

You've wondered what it would be like to live as a greaser in the 1960s.

You and your best friend spend three hours running around the mall asking random people where you can find some white and black Converse high-tops, just because Ponyboy has white ones and Johnny has black. Then you spend all your mom's birthday money buying some.

You spend twenty bucks at the bouncy ball machine, trying to get a red one. Then when you do, you walk around your subdivision for hours, bouncing it like Ponyboy does in the beginning of the movie.

You laugh hysterically when you really do "step out into the sunlight from the darkness of the movie house"

Certain songs remind you of characters/gang. (Dallas Winston: Animal I have become -Three Days Grace, Johnny Cade: If I die Young -The Band Perry, Sodapop Curtis: My Immortal -Evanescence, Ponyboy Curtis: Mirror -Lil' Wayne ft. Bruno Mars, Darry Curtis: Kryptonite -Three Doors Down)

You've committed the Nothing Gold Can Stay poem to memory

You've written (or are writing) multiple fanfictions relating to the Outsiders

You start quoting the book.

You've memorized the number page on your favorite parts

You make a list of Greasers and Socs using people you know. (I have identified the Two-bit and Johnny of my school.)

When talking to someone who has never read it, you get defensive when they ask if Ponyboy was his real name.

You freak whenever you see a blue Mustang. (I see a picture of one, and the first thing out of my mouth is STAY AWAY FROM ME, BOB!!!!)

You've read the book multiple times

After reading it again, you wonder at the details. (Like why Sodapop signed his full name on his letter to his little brother. Did he think that he'd been forgotten? Or why they mentioned the nightmares...?)

You go to Dairy Queen. While at said restaurant, you order bar-bq-sandwiches and banana splits.

You contemplate the meaning of "gallant"

You start calling your group of close friends a gang

You watch sunsets (and sunrises) (I've tried, but you can't see them from my house.) :(

You say "Oh My (S. E.) Hinton" or "Oh My insert Outsiders character name here" instead of Oh My G. (from JanayOkay14)

When a friend asks you to borrow the book, you pause becuase you don't want to part with it (Is it wrong to sleep with the book for protection?)

You point out all of the itty-bitty details that they got wrong in the movie (Dally's hair color, Ponyboy getting shoved instead of slapped, etc)

You eat chocolate cake for breakfast and immediately think of the the Curtis's (I HATE chocolate, but when I see it, I think of the Curtis's.)

You have to stop yourself from laughing whenever someone says "soda"

When someone says "pony" you immediately think "boy!"

You continually ask your history teacher about the Vietnam war, or anything else pertaining to the sixties

When people say sixties, you think of greasers and Socs, not hippies like most.

You have a GIGANTIC FAN ATTACK (bouncing up and down, hyperventilating...) when Ralph Macchio danced to "Stay Gold" (I had a huge attack! And after I had the attack, I started crying. JohnnyIsMyGoldSunset)

You read this list and laugh at how many things you've done

COPY AND PASTE THIS ONTO YOUR PROFILE IF YOU LOOOOOOVE The Outsiders! :D :D :D :D :D

Copy and paste to your profile if you have done any of the above things! XD I sure had fun writing it... :) Also add to it... Original by EternalBookworm

I seriously think that C. Thomas Howell (as himself AND Ponyboy) is psychic. He just looks like he knows something that everyone else doesn't. SMFTNIB

I'm barely a teen, and The Outsiders has taught me some valuable life lessons:

Ponyboy taught me that things are rough all over, and even though it may not seem like it, people deeply care about you.

Sodapop taught me that it's okay to be laid back sometimes.

Darry taught me to protect the ones I love.

Dally taught me that if you're tough, you won't get hurt. (Dally taught me that you can fight to defend the ones you love. SaveMeFromTheNothingI'veBecome)

Two-Bit taught me that it's okay to make a joke every once in a while.

Steve taught me that you should always stick by your best friends and that people WILL think you're weird if you do backflips off of cars.

And Johnny?

Johnny Cade told me to Stay Gold.

If you believe in Jesus Christ put this in your profile and don't just ignore this, because in the Bible it says "if you deny me, I will deny you in front of my Father in the gates of Heaven."

"I on the other hand thought Dally had a chance and wasn't a lost cause at all, he was just a little bit lost." Angel with No Halo

Gold. It means:

Appreciating The Outsiders.

Seeing the true deepness and beauty in The Outsiders.

Keeping our innocence, even if we're not children.

In this world, there's not many truly gold people, but, does that mean we can't be? If Ponyboy and Johnny could be gold in a town full of social classes at war, fear, and tough gangs, then why can't we? Let's take back that innocence we had before, but this time, let's not take it for granted.

Now we can watch a radiant sunset and appreciate its beauty. We can look at the twinkling stars and question how many there really are.

So basically, let's stay gold, even if we're the last ones on this earth that are. But, we actually have to stay gold, not just be gold now. This is what truly matters. We'll stay gold for Johnny, or whatever greaser you love. I promised to do it for Johnny and Dally, and I won't be breaking this promise. But most importantly, I'm gonna do it with Johnny.

Greasers' Birthdays:

Ponyboy- July 22, 1952

Dallas-November 9, 1948

Two-Bit-June 20, 1948

Johnny-March 1, 1950

Sodapop-October 8, 1949

Steve-April 15, 1949 (Steve has my mom's birthday! only on a different year.)

Darry-January 5, 1946

John 3:16 is the most known verse across the world.

For God so loved the world,

that he gave his only begotten Son,

that whosoever believeth in him should not perish,

but have everlasting life.

But, just as there are many people who know this verse, there are many who don't. Help spread the word if you truly believe in God!

I truly love this verse and truly believe in God. If you believe in God as well, please repost this.

Jesus had no servants, yet they called Him Master...

He had no degree, yet they called Him Teacher...

He had no medicine, yet they called Him Healer...

He had no army, yet kings feared Him...

He won no military battles, yet He conquered the world...

He committed no crime, yet they crucified Him...

He was buried in a tomb, yet He lives today

Feel honored to serve such a leader who loves us...

If you believe in the thine God, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost

then copy and paste this in your profile

If you ignore him, in the Holy Bible, Jesus says...

"If you deny me before man, I will deny you before my Father in Heaven..."

92 percent of the Teen population would die if Hollister or Abercrombie and Fitch decided breathing wasn't cool, because they're all Socs.
Put this on your profile if you would be one of the 8 percent of the Greasers laughing hysterically in the background.

Socials may be large, Socials may be rough,
But man, oh man, them Greasers are tuff.
Socials got Mustangs Socials got cash,
But I heart Greasers that roll in trash.
Greasers are great, Greasers are bold,
Put on your Converse shoes and stay gold.

You say Edward, I say Ponyboy.
You say Bella, I say Sandy.
You say Jacob, I say Dallas.
You say Washington, I say Tulsa.
You say Vampires, I say Greasers.
You say "How romantic," I say "Let's do it for Johnny!" You say "Warm regards," I say "Stay Gold." You say brave, I say gallant. You say cool, I say tuff. You say Kardashian, I say Curtis. You say Lil' Wayne, I say The Beatles. You say Jake and the Neverland Pirates, I say Mickey Mouse.

Put this in your profile if you love The Outsiders. :D

Nature's first green is gold
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

I'M A GREASER GIRL!
A GREASY, GREASY GREASY GIRL!
I'M TUFF, I'M LOUD,
AND SHOOT, I'M PROUD!!

I am a greaser. I am a JD and a hood.

I blacken the name of our fair city. I beat up people. I rob gas stations. I am a menace to society.

Man, do I have fun!

Greaser... greaser... greaser...

O victim of environment, underprivileged, rotten, no-count hood.

Juvenile delinquent, you're no good!

Get thee hence, white trash. I am a Soc. I am the privileged and the well dressed.

I throw beer blasts, drive fancy cars, break windows at fancy parties.

And what do you do for fun?

I jump greasers!

I honestly can't stand Socs. They sicken me. Whenever I quote the saying above, I have to remind myself that I am a greaser. I will NEVER be a Soc. My dad once told me to stop being a Soc when I wouldn't talk at a party. After I gasped in horror, I explained to him what a Soc really is. He knows not to call me that now.

The gang is so REAL to me. They're always on my mind, every day and every night. I am totally, completely in love. Every time I think of them, there is no doubt in my mind that they are REAL. Whenever I read Dally fanfictions, (appropriate fanfictions) I always get a little jealous. I know I shouldn't, but honestly, I can't help it. He has been, and always will be, my bad boy.

I dedicate this poem to Dallas Winston.

My love is as deep as the sea that flows forever.

You ask me when will it end,

I tell you never.

My love is as bright as the sun that shines forever.

You ask me when will it end,

I tell you never.

The wind may blow east, the wind may blow west,

And I will be waiting here,

Forever, no rest.

My light shines on for you, my love. Wherever you may be.

I'll wait for an eternity,

Till you return for me.

My light is here from now on, no one can put it to rest.

You ask me when will it die,

I tell you never. SaveMeFromTheNothingI'veBecome

The beginning of this poem was originally written by Johanna, in the 1930s, in Wilder, Kentucky. Johanna was the daughter of the owner of a nightclub called The Latin Quarters, but is now Bobby Mackey's Music World. She was in love with one of her father's performers, Robert Randall. Her father did not approve of their relationship, and constantly threatened to kill him. When he found out their plans to run away together, he used his mobster connections to actually kill him. To the rest of the town, Robert Randall had gone missing. Johanna feared that her father had killed him, so she poisoned her father, and then herself. She was five months pregnant when she died, however, her father had still lived. Johanna's spirit has chosen to remain earthbound, waiting for Robert to return.

About a decade before all of this, the nightclub had been a slaughter house. Many satanists gathered there to make sacrifices. Two dental students, Scott Jackson and Alonzo Walling, were part of a cult that met there. One day, they decided to preform an abortion on Scott's girlfriend, Pearl Bryan, who was also five months pregnant. They preformed the task with their dental instruments, and it had been extremely fatal. They then took her to the slaughter house, decapitated her, and threw her head down the well as a sacrifice to the devil. The head was never found. Before they were hanged for this gruesome murder, they stated out loud that they would forever haunt the place where Pearl Bryan's head was.

Janet Mackey, wife of current owner Bobby Mackey, has seen Alonzo Walling after being pushed down the stairs while she too was five months pregnant. Her baby was the only one to survive out of the three pregnancies.

Carl Lawson, caretaker for Bobby Mackey's Music World, has been familiar with the building. He's seen good people suddenly become malicious there. He experienced most of the demonic activity in the building. He had also gone under demonic possession that required a seven hour exorcism. (www.youtube.com search: the exorcism of Carl Lawson.)

"Whatever's here's not playing games. It's become dangerous, it's become violent..." Carl Lawson

I just recently found out that Carl has passed away. But someone captured an EVP of HIS voice inside Bobby Mackey's! Now he's trapped there too, with the spirits that tormented him in life! It's so sad!!!!! He can't even break free in death! This is awful. -November, 2012

Bobby Mackey's original name was Randy Mackey. When he was one day old, something came over Bobby's mother, and she changed his name to Robert Randall Mackey. The performer murdered in the nightclub was named Robert Randall.

The Mackeys are extremely good at heart, but this building houses pure evil. When the Ghost Adventures Crew went there, three-to-four investigations, they have had personal encounters and personal oppression every time. Their experiences have stayed with them ever since. And they believe that Bobby Mackey's is not a place to mess around in. If you have an experience at Bobby Mackey's, you're guaranteed to have something follow you home.

While there are many evil spirits there, there are also good. Pearl Bryan and Johanna are pure innocent, good hearted people who had a terrible fate. My heart goes out to them in hopes that they will one day be happy and free.

I've been diagnosed
with Obsessive Curtis
Disorder put this on your
profile if you've caught it to!

II CORINTHIANS 5:7
Dont forget to paste this on your profile! Everyone should read and paste, especially today with prayer restricted in school. Copy & paste on your profile IF you believe in GOD!!

Try not to cry

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, huge 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!

When I went to school that day,

I never said good-bye.

I'm sorry that 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 brother.

Mommy, please tell Daddy; That I love him very much,

And please tell Zack; 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, though. deserves this.

But mommy, it's not fair, I left without a kiss.

And Mommy tell the doctors; I know that they really did try

I think I even saw one 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

When I heard that great, big crack, I ran as fast as I could

please 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, I really wanted to live.

But Mommy I must go now, The time is getting late,

Mommy, tell my Zack, I'm sorry I to cancel the date.

I love you Mommy, I always have, I know you know its true

And Mommy all I need to say is, "Mommy, I love you"

In Memory of The Columbine & Virginia Tech
Students Who Were Lost

Try Not to Cry

Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
About a home I'll never see

It may sound absurd, but don't be naive

Even heroes have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed, but won't you concede
Even heroes have the right to dream
It's not easy to be me

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 MySpace, or talking to a girlfriend on a cell phone or regular phone. I am the girl that hasn't been asked out ever. 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 The Outsiders, who can express herself better with words than actions, 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: Iheartjake, TeamJacob101, Boysareadrag, The Dawn Is Breaking, twilite addict, The Lonely Teenager, AliceDaSpaz, Skittle.Rocke, Silent_Broken_Heart, St. Fang of Boredom, flyaway111, physics chick, CrazyNerdyFangirl, kiki1607, Cirruz The Night Elf, Em-Ster 9-1-1, greasy girl love, JohnnyIsMyGoldSunset, SaveMeFromTheNothingI'veBecome

Copy and paste this if you AREN'T a BELIEBER

96% of girls would cry if they saw Justin Bieber about to jump from the Empire State Building. If you're in the 4% that would bring a cooler, a lawnchair, and shout, "DO A FLIP!" then copy and paste this in your profile.

If you are REALLY MAD that Borders was closed, copy and paste!!! (Ha, now I really know the meaning of 'Nothing Gold Can Stay.')

If you hate Twilight and/or Justin Beiber, copy and paste this on your profile!

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

If you laugh at the stupidest things, copy and past this into your profile.

If you think everyone's out of their mind, copy and paste this into your profile.

Copy and paste this into your profile if you have ever called someone "mom" by accident and it isn't your mom.

If you have your own little world, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you wish that a fictional character was real, copy and paste this to your profile

If Fanfiction is your way of escaping reality and the rest of the boring people in the world and truly "unleashing your imagination" then paste this in your profile and add your name: Emerald Princess 14, StardustFromThePlanetGallifrey,Narnia Queen, pselpevensie, Kendall Knight, soccerstar97, JamesMaslow'sWife25, Iamafanoftoomanythingstoname, SaveMeFromTheNothingI'veBecome

The white man said, "Colored people are not allowed here."

The black man turned around and stood up.

He then said: "Listen sir...when I was born I was BLACK, When I grew up I was BLACK, When I'm sick I'm BLACK, When I go in the sun I'm BLACK, When I'm cold I'm BLACK, When I die I'll be BLACK. But you sir, When you're 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... Post this on your profile if you hate racism

If you talk to yourself, copy and paste this into your profile. (All. The. Time.)

If you think those stupid kids should just give the rabbit the darn Trix, copy this into your profile. (poor rabbit)

BTR IS AWESOME! COPY AND PASTE IF YOU AGREE! :)

If you've read a book/watched a movie over 5 times, copy and paste this on your profile.

If you think Darry is too unappreciated by most Outsiders fans, copy and paste!

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:

you can go on and forget about this or you can copy and paste in it on your profile. whichever you pick is you desicion!

1) Repost this message, or
2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart

I'm a Christian and Proud of it!! If you are a Christian please copy & paste this and then add your name here: Riku's Music Lover, libithewolf, Spottedpaw13, xXJedi Knight BlazeXx, XxRandom NemesisxX, Jedi Annie Scrambler, SaveMeFromTheNothingI'veBecome

If you've ever wished you could go into a book and strangle some of the characters for being so incredibly dumb, copy and paste this into your profile

Did you know the average American only reads 3 books a year? If you don't believe that it's even possible to read that little, copy and paste this onto your profile.

If you hear voices of the characters in your head...copy and paste this on your profile.

If you're one of those people who get excited when you have just two reviews, paste 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 have ever been so obsessed with something that now everyone is scared of you because of its effects copy this into your profile.

If you probably need a life but have no intentions of getting one, put it on your profile.

If you have no idea what's going on in the world half the time, copy & paste this on your profile

If you begin reading a book and half way into it you scream, "WHY AM I READING THIS?!" then throw the book down and continue to sulk about it until you finish reading it, copy & paste this to your profile. (Kissed by an Angel, Angel Burn)

If you have ever had a crush on a fictional character, copy and paste this on your profile and add your penname and the name(s) of the characters you have crushed on: HollyluvsArty (James Potter, Sirius Black (when he was young), Artemis Fowl)Pepper Lemon(Roshaun, Ronan) Second Daughter of Eve (Several, not telling.),Phish Tacko (Marty McFly, Klaus Baudelaire, Alex P. Keaton) Sugary Snicket (Danny Phantom/Fenton in my early FFN days, Durza, Dexter Morgan, Sirrus) FanofSnicket (Klaus Bauldalaire) Insanefangirl (Randall off monsters inc.), NicNack4U (Arnold, Aladdin, Captain Jack Sparrow, Drake Parker, Josh Nichols, Crazy Steve, Spencer, Victor van-Dort, Cosmo, Troy Bolton, Chad Danforth, Ryan Evans, Logan Reese, Chase Matthews, Pharaoh Atem/Yami, Joey Wheeler, Seto Kaiba, Duke Devillin, Jafar, Severus Snape, Harry Potter, Danny Fenton/Phantom) jafarjasmineforever2005: Jafar, Aladdin, Frollo, and lot's more (There's been tons) Writtensofine67: Jafar, Snape, Dexter (from dexter's lab) Prince Casipan, Chris from TDI, Ahkmenrah (Night at the museum) and Jed (from Night at the Museum) SideshowJazz1: Edward Cullen, James (from Pokemon), Simon, Jack (both from "Lord of The Flies"-I imagine them older though) and Yakko Warner. Jedi Annie Scrambler (Han Solo, Fiyero Tigelaar, Ned the Pie Maker, Harold Hill, Prince Caspian, The Doctor), SaveMeFromTheNothingI'veBecome (Dallas Winston, Kendall Knight, James Diamond, Drake Parker, Jerome Clarke, Alex Kylar, Austin Moon, Beck Oliver, Cody Martin, Nat Wolff, Hector Ruiz, Tripp Campbell, Ciel Phantomhive, Ivan Braginsky AKA: Russia)

YOU KNOW YOU'RE AN AUTHOR IF...

You talk to yourself a lot. (eg. Hmm, what would happen if a witch or wiccan moved to Tulsa? Oh, story idea!! Must get computer!)

You talk to yourself about talking to yourself. (eg. "Why do i constantly ask myself random things?")

When you talk to yourself you often talk to yourself like you're talking to someone else. (eg. "Have you ever notice that deliver could mean someone's liver?")

You're e-mails tend to be pages long and incredible random.

No matter where you are in a room you never have to get up to find a pen/pencil and paper.

People think you have ADD.

You have ADD.

You constantly start talking in third person, present or past tense.

You start thinking about making lists like this and start giggling for no "apparent" reason.

Your friends stopped looking at you funny for no apparent reason a loooooong time ago.

-(copy that into you're profile if you fit one or more of the descriptions)-

How to Know if You're Addicted to Fanfiction

11. You check your profile every ten minutes.

10. You no longer refer to comments as "comments." They are now known only as "reviews."

9. Pens are for idiots, and you wouldn't be caught dead with one. How on earth are you supposed to erase when you want to rewrite?

8. You start laughing at the most inopportune times because you remembered something funny from a fanfic.

7. You pretend to take notes, but really you're getting a head start on your latest ficlet.

6. Short disclaimers are for losers. Whoever thinks up the craziest (or goriest O.O) gets a cookie.

5. You can't write for English class because you've used up all your ideas for fanfiction.

4. A story idea isn't a story idea. It's a plot bunny.

3. You hear people talking about a ship (the water variety), and you jump, like, five feet in the air and act like you've never heard the word used outside of the fanfiction context.

2. Whenever something inspiring happens, you screech, "Ooh! Fanfic idea!" and then immerse yourself in writing for the next three hours.

1. You repost this onto your profile! :)

True Story

A teenage girl about 17 named Diane 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 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 was waiting for her. She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for God's protection. Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped around her, she felt 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 way 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 can identify him. She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before. When the man has been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed. The officer thanked Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they can do for her. She asked if they can 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 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, and 93 of the people that read this won't repost it?

Repost this if you truly believe in God.

"They hurt her"

About six years ago in Indiana, Carmen Winstead was pushed down a sewer opening by five girls in her school, trying to embarrass her in front of her school during a fire drill. When she didn't submerge, the police were called. They went down and brought up 17-year-old Carmen Winstead's body, with her neck broken from hitting the ladder, then the concrete at the bottom. The girls told everyone she fell... They believed them.

FACT: About two months later, 16-year-old David Gregory read this post and didn't repost it. When he went to take a shower, he heard laughter, started freaking out, and ran to his computer to repost it. He said goodnight to his mom and went to sleep, but five hours later, his mom woke up in the middle of the night from a loud noise and David was gone. A few hours later, the police found him in the sewer, with a broken neck and the skin on his face peeled off.

Even Google her name - you'll find this to be true.

If you don't repost this saying "They hurt her," then Carmen will get you, either from a sewer, the toilet, the shower, or when you go to sleep, you'll wake up in the sewer, in the dark, then Carmen will come and kill you.

This about a little girl who was abused, if you care copy and paste this in 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 sradishing 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 sradish 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 Sarah

And I am but three,

Tonight my daddy,

Murdered me.

child abuse, MAKE IT STOP!