Hello, internet people! My name is Cassie, and I absolutely love writing! I used to write original stories back in the past, but more recently I have taken to writing fanfiction. Most fanfiction I write will be for Naruto, as that is my main fandom, though I do have one for Teen Titans original that I am adamantly working on.

One thing that each of my stories will have in common no matter the fandom are my OCs. Though I write fanfiction rather than original stories now, I still love creating my own characters! Thus, the characters I create will always be the main characters of my stories. Of course, I sill greatly enjoy canon characters, so they will be as much a part of my stories as my OCs. If you want more information, here is a quick list of my works:

Naruto:

Teen Titans (Original Series):

~If you are interested in getting a closer look at the covers that I created for The Hidden Truth and for Firelight, I am FullMoonBloodbender on deviantart.

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.

~Reposted~

Dear bullies, See that girl you just called fat? She's starving herself. See that young boy you just made fun of for always being sick? He has to walk home in the snow, because his family is too poor. The girl you just called ugly? She spends hours putting on makeup, hoping people will like her. The boy you just tripped? He's abused enough at home. See that man with the ugly scars? He fought for his country. That guy you just made fun of for crying? His mother is dying. Put this on your profile if you're against bullying.

Please read this:

This is a true story. All schools have a class clown, someone that gets on everyones nerves and that no one likes. There was one of these boys in this one school. Nobody liked him at all. He had no friends, the teachers hated him for his disruptiveness, and the students found him annoying beyond belief. He never seemed to care. One day, he had finally stepped on his teachers last nerve. What the teacher did was make everyone in the class stand up and tell the boy something they didn't like about him. As each of the thirty students stood up and said something about him they didn't like, he only sat and didn't seem to mind. All of the students did it.

That day, when school was out, the boy went home, grabbed his dads gun, and shot himself in the head.

If you think that the teacher was to blame, and that what she did was morally wrong and completely shameful, copy and paste this into your profile. Then, if you would have been the one to stand up and say "I'm not going to do this" then add your username to the list. Antire5, EmoWolves of Shadow, Killercat-nya, Juura99, Ezlyluved96 (aka Renae), MyNameIsLambo, Crystal Prime, VectorPrime155, AnswerTheCall, GoldGuardian2418, Rosto'sGirl, OCQueen96

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.
One more soul that will never know love.

One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school.His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, 'Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd.' I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.

As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him.
So, I jogged over to him as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, 'Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives.'

He looked at me and said, 'Hey thanks!'

There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before.

We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends. He said yes. We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him.

Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, 'Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!' He just laughed and handed me half the books.

Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown and I was going to Duke.
I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor and I was going for business on a football scholarship. Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation.I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak.

Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great.He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him. Boy, sometimes I was jealous!

Today was one of those days.I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, 'Hey, big guy, you'll be great!' He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. 'Thanks,' he said.

As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began, 'Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach... but mostly your friends... I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story.' I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home.

He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. 'Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable.' I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment.

I saw his mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize it's depth.

Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person's life. For better or for worse. God puts us all in each others lives to impact one another in some way. Look for God in others.

You now have two choices, you can : 1) Put this on your profile or 2) Forget you read this and act like it didn't touch your heart. As you can see, I took choice number 1

OBITUARY FOR THE LATE MR. COMMON SENSE

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.

He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as: Knowing when to come in out of the rain; why the early bird gets the worm; Life isn't always fair; and Maybe it was my fault.

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge). His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6 year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get Parental consent to administer Calpol, sun lotion or a band-aid to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.

Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason.

He is survived by his 3 stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, Someone Else Is To Blame, and I'm A Victim. Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.

If you can read this message, you are smart because over two billion people in the world cannot read at all:

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ipmorantt! tahts so cool!

If you could read that put it in your profile!

I promise to remember Naruto,
whenever I see ramen.
I promise to remember Sasuke,
Whenever someone mentions revenge.
I promise to remember Sakura,
when someone useless does something useful.
I promise to remember Kakashi,
Whenever I see a man reading porn in public.
I promise to remember Shikamaru,
Whenever someone says troublesome and drag.
I promise to remember Choji
Whenever I see a butterfly.
I promise to remember Ino
Whenever I see two rivals.
I promise to remember Asumu,
When I see a cigar.
I promise I’ll remember Neji,
Whenever someone mentions destiny.
I promise to remember Tenten,
When I see a person with two buns.
I promise to remember Rock Lee,
When I see someone determined and devoted in someone.
I promise to remember Gai Sensei,
When I see white shiny teeth and big eyebrows.
I promise to remember Hinata,
When someone overcomes their nerves.
I promise to remember Kiba,
When I see a boy devoted to his pet.
I promise to remember Shino,
When I see children playing with insects.
I promise to remember Karunai,
When I see a caring woman.
I promise to remember Gaara,
Whenever I see the Kanji for love.
I promise to remember Konkuro,
When I see a boy wearing purple makeup.
I promise to remember Temari,
Whenever I see a caring big sister.
I promise to remember Tsunade,
When I see an old woman gambling.
I promise to remember Shizune
Whenever I see someone who loves pigs.
I promise to remember Jiraiya,
Whenever I see a pervert.
I promise to remember Minato and Kushina,
When parents devote their lives to their child.
I promise to remember Zabuza,
Whenever I see swords with holes in them.
I promise to remember Haku,
Whenever someone mentions ‘snow angel’
I promise to remember Kimimaru,
Whenever I see white flowers by lakes.
I promise to remember Kabuto,
Whenever I see grey hair and glasses.
I promise to remember Orochimaru,
Whenever I see snakes with yellow eyes.
I promise to remember Pein,
Whenever I see piercings,
I promise to remember Konan,
Whenever I see origami.
I promise to remember Zetsu,
Whenever I see a venus fly trap.
I promise to remember Tobi,
When someone mentions lollipops.
I promise to remember Kakazu,
Whenever I see stitches.
I promise to remember Hidan,
When I see scythes.
I promise to remember Sasori,
Whenever someone mentions Pinocchio.
I promise to remember Deidara,
Whenever I see art or an explosion.
I promise to remember Kisame,
When I see people being judged on appearance.
I promise to remember Itachi,
When a brother loves his sibling so much that he would die for them.

This I pledge to Naruto. I have promised to remember them when these things are seen or mentioned and may we never forget the joy these people have brought to us.

13 THINGS TO DO AT WAL-MART

1. Set all the alarm clocks in housewares to go off at 5 minute intervals

2. Make a trail of tomato juice on the floor to the rest rooms.

3. Walk up to an employee and tell them in an official tone, ‘Code 3 in housewares,’ … and see what happens

4. Go to the Customer Service Desk and ask to put a bag of M&M’s on lay-away.

5. Move a ‘CAUTION - WET FLOOR’ sign to a carpeted area.

6. Set up a tent in the camping department and tell other shoppers you’ll only invite them in if they bring pillows from the bedding department.

7. When a clerk asks if they can help you, begin to cry and ask ‘Why can’t you people just leave me alone?

8. Look right into the security camera and use it as a mirror while you pick your nose.

9. While handling guns in the hunting department ask the clerk if he knows where the anti-depressants are.

10. Dart around the store suspiciously while loudly humming the theme from ‘Mission Impossible’.

11. Hide in the clothing rack and when people browse through say ‘PICK ME! PICK ME!!’

12. When an announcement comes over the loud speaker assume the fetal position and scream ‘NO! It’s those voices again.’

13. Go into a fitting room and yell real loud ‘We’re out of toilet paper in here!’

10 facts about you

1. You're reading my profile

2. You're realizing that's a stupid fact

4. You didn't notice I skipped three

5. You're checking

6. You're smiling

7. You're still reading my profile

9. You didn't realize I skipped eight

10. You're checking again and smiling about how you fell for it again. :)

11. You are enjoying this

12. You didn't realize there's only suppossed to be ten facts

Copy and paste if you fell for it, too. You know you did ;)

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 without 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 loked 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 newspaper 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 newspaper 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 forever.. 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.

2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart