I am totally and madly in love with writing. Some of the things I write about are Romance or What I want to have happen in a Story.

Some of my Favorite Couples include...

House Of Anubis:

1) Peddie (So sad they broke up :()

2) Pason

3) Neddie (Osirion Chosen One duh)

Naruto:

1) NaruSaku

2)GarrNaru (When Garra is taken by the Akatski Naruto is risking EVERYTHING literally to save him, I was like "Aw why can't they be together.)

Digimon

1) Taiora (Die Hard Fan)

2) JenRuki or HenRika

3) Jurato

4) Ryuki (Brother/Sister)

Pokemon

1) Aansh (They are adorable together XD)

2)Angawn (Sisterly relationship)

You Realise your a Die Hard House of Anubis fan when you...

Start Randomly Talking about it during school (Happened to me anout 12 times in one day)

You start thinking up ways to kill Vera or Harriet (I hate how all the villans go after Patricia.)

When you think of Random scenarios to put Fabina in (For me It's Peddie :P)

When you make a list of sayings from the show

"I AM NOT AN ODD JOB MAN! I am a domestic maintenence manager." -Victor R.

"It's ten o'clock! You all know what that means! You have five minutes precisely, then I want to hear a pin...drop!" -Victor R.

"No it can't be..." Jerome C. ( When Jasper removed Rufus's hood)

"Rufus is a Froot Loop" -Patricia W.

"Hi I'm Nina, from America." -Nina M.

"So Fabian gets a crazy marking she demon and we get Rufus?" -Alfie L.

"Hm 20 20 again Corbier good, I could see a pin drop." -Victor R.

"Patricia, if you don't have anything nice to say then don't say anything at all." -Nina M . (when Hexing Patricia's voice)

"I bought a dolls dress?!" -Amber M/Jerome C. (Jerome's impersonation was much funnier)

"Are you mad?!" -Eric S.

"Yeah, quite possibly." -Rufus Z.

"Anybody who does not have pendulum swinging in front of there face, Shut up!" -Patricia W.

"I actually thought she might die." -Amber M.

"Uh my concussion has a concussion." -Eddie M.

When you want to go to a Brititsh Bourding School to see if some sort of mystery unfolds (happens to me all the time, I sometimes just shout random british words at school)

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.''

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.

Her name was Auroura She was only five This is what happened When she was alive

Her dad was a drunk Her mom was an addict Her parents kept her Locked in an attic

Her only friend was a little toy bear It was old and worn out And had patches of hair

She always talked to it When no one's around She lays there and hugs it Not a peep of sound

Until her parents unlock the door Some more and more pain She'll have to endure

A bruise on her leg A scar on her face Why would she be In such a horrible place?

But she grabs her bear And softly cries She loves her parents But they want her to die

She sits in the corner Quiet but thinking, "Please God, why is My life always sinking? "

Such a bad life For a sad little kid She'd get beaten and beaten For anything she did

Then one night Her mom came home high And the poor child was beaten As hours went by

Then her mom suddenly Grabbed for a blade It was sharp and pointy One that she made

She thrusted the blade Right in her chest, "You deserve to die You worthless piece of s!"

The mom walked out Leaving the girl slowly dying She grabbed her bear And again started crying

Police showed up At the small little house Then quickly barged in Everything quiet as a mouse

One officer slowly Opened a door To find the little girl Lying dead on the floor

It must have been bad To go through so much harm But at least she died With her best friend in her arms

(add this to your profile if your against child abuse)

I want child abuse to stop! and if you do, too, copy and paste this onto your profile.

"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 is a true story. A girl died in 1933. A man buried her when she was still alive. The murder 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 the ceiling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this on your profile, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded

Mummy...
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 Mummy 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 mummy when I went to school that
day, I never said goodbye I'm sorry mummy I
had to go, but mommy please don't cry When Johnny
shot the gun he hit me and another And all because he
got the gun from his older brother Mummy 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 that I'll be
waiting for her now And tell my wonderful friends that they were
always the best Mummy I'm not the first I'm no better than the
rest Mummy tell my teachers I won't show up for class And never
to forget this and please don't let this pass Mummy why'd it have
to be me no one deserves this Mummy warn the others, mummy
I left without a kiss And mummy tell the doctors I know they really
did try I think I even saw a doctor trying not to cry Mummy I'm
slowly dying with a bullet in my chest But mummy please remember
I'm in heaven with the rest Mummy I ran as fast as I could when I
heard that crack Mummy 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 Mummy I wanted to
live But mummy I must go now The time is getting late Mummy tell
my Chris I'm sorry but I had to cancel the date I love you mummy I
always have I know you know it's true Mummy all I wanted to say is
"mummy I love you" In memory of the Columbian students that were
lost Please if you would Pass this around I'd be happy if you could Don't
smash this on the ground If you pass this on Maybe people will cry Just
keep this in heart For the people that didn't get to say...
"goodbye"