So my pen name is SoCal.NEH you can call me N. I have written a few story's some not finished or not typed yet but i hope you enjoy them. So if you are new to my page i am a teenager and love sports but i am a nerd all the way i love reading, anime, manga, math, science, school, music, and other nerdy things but don't be mistaken i have a mean and quick temper and i am proud of being a nerd so don't discriminate. I go to school online so i am home schooled and i am home most of the time. I read so much that i honestly don't remember all the books i read.

I love Katekyo Hitman Reborn, Fairy Tail, SAO 1 and 2, One Piece, Magi.

WAYS TO KEEP YOUR SANITY!!!

1. Sit in a parked car with sunglasses on and point a hairdryer at passing cars to see if they slow down.

2. Page yourself over the intercom. Don't disguise your voice.

3. Every time someone asks you to do something, ask them if they want fries with that.

4. Put a paper bin on your desk and lable it "in"

5. Order a diet water whenever you go out to eat-- with a serious face.

6. Specify that your drive-thru order is "to go"

7. Skip rather than walk.

8. Don't use any punctuation.

9. Sing along at the opera.

10. Five days in advance tell your friends you can't go to their party because you're just not in the mood.

11. When money comes out of the cash machine, scream " I WON, I WON! "

12. When leaving the zoo, start running toward your car in the parking lot screaming, " They're loose! "

13. Put this on your page and make someone else smile.

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 afterall, 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 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 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

A white man said to a black man, "Colored people are not allowed here." The black man turned around, stood up, and 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 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 discrimination.

when you carry the Bible, the devil gets a headache. When you open it,he collapses. When he sees you reading it, he faints. When he sees you living it, he flees. And just when you're about to re-post this, he will try and discourage you. I just defeated him! Copy and re-post this if you're in God's army!

I asked Jesus: "How much do you love me?" He replied, "This much," and spread His arms out on the cross and died.

99% OF GIRLS WOULD DIE IF JUSTIN BIEBER APPEARED ON THEIR DOORSTEP ASKING FOR A DATE. IF YOU'RE THE 1% WHO'D LAUGH AND SLAM THE DOOR POST THIS ON YOUR PAGE

If you believe in Jesus Christ, put this on your page and don't ignore it, because the Bible says, "If you deny me in front of man, I will deny you in front of my Father, and the Glory of Heaven" When Jesus was hanging on the cross he was thinking of you! Whether you believe or not, God is ALWAYS with you. Did you know that 98% of teenagers will not stand up for God, and 93% of the people that read this won’t put this on their page.