HELLO THERE MY FRIENDS!!! My name is... Um... Ezmia! (Not my real name but I am really protective of my identity...) I am a preteen, and I read all of the Percy Jackson books, short stories and crossovers. I just love the Percy Jackson books! My godly parent is Zeus, god of the sky and King of the gods. I write hurt/comfort and angst stories because I CAN.

BEFORE WE DO ANYTHING, I MUST SAY, GO TO MY FRIENDS ACCOUNT. SHE IS AN AMAZING WRITER AND FABOULOUS FRIEND. SHE IS CRYBABYQUEENOFWHATEVER.

When she acts shy...
-Say I Love You

When she runs away from you...
-Chase her

When she puts her face near yours...
-Kiss her

When she kicks and punches you...
- Hold her tight

When she is silent...
-Shes thinking of how to say I Love You

When she ignores you...
-She wants all your attention

When she pulls away...
- grab her by the waist and never let go

When you see her at her worst...
- tell her she's BEAUTIFUL

When she screams at you...
- Tell her you love her, you have to mean it

When you see her walking...
- Sneak up behind her and grab her by the waist and give her a kiss

When she's scared...
- Hold her and tell her everything will be okay cause she's with you

When she looks like somethings the matter...
-Kiss her and tell her not to worry

While she holds your hand...
- Play with her fingers

Girls

- You really don't need any tips just be your flawless selves and let the
boy do the work for once!

Post this in the next 69 seconds and you will have the best day of your life
this Saturday and the one u love will either...
-KISS YOU
-ASK YOU OUT
-CALL YOU

If you're ever being insulted, remember these comebacks:

"Did you just call me a bitch? Because a bitch is a dog. Dogs bark. Bark is on trees. Trees are a part of nature. And nature is beautiful. I know I'm beautiful! Thanks for the complement."

"You say I'm not cool. But cool is another word for cold. If I'm not cold, I'm hot. I know I'm hot. Thanks for embracing it."

"Did you just call me lame? Because being lame means one is unable to walk normally. I can walk fine, so technically I'm not lame. But thanks for the concern."

Today, writers are scorned because of those too unversed to know.

Disdained, because of the those too ignorant to believe.
Despised, because of the realists who are too afraid to dream.
Misunderstood, because others are too unsure to try.

But we, as writers, know them to be wrong.

A writer is a person who dreams.
A writer is a person who wishes.
A writer is a person who escapes.
A writer is a person who lives.
A writer is a person who is not afraid.
A writer is a person who strives.

A person who expresses.
A person who believes.
A person who understands.
A person who knows.

I am a writer.

I dream of a world where anything is possible.
I wish for a world where war is just a myth.
I escape into a world where I can predict the future.
I live in a world of joy and mystery.
I am not afraid of the world I create.
I strive in the world where others give up.

I express myself in ways others dare not try.
I believe in things others are too afraid to trust.
I understand things others cannot, in a way that others cannot.
I know, in ways that others deny.

Signed,

Azariosiza

Leixym

PKAquaFlame

hopefulheart108

cooler1220

AlphaDemon

Arya Scarlett 14

IheartNicoxReyna

If you are a writer, and believe in these, copy and paste this onto your profile and add your pen name underneath "Signed,"

Boys Aren't Jerks

Girl: Slow down, I'm scared.

Boy: No, this is fun.

Girl: No, it's not! Please, it's too scary!

Boy: Then tell me you love me.

Girl: Fine, I love you. Slow down!

Boy: Now give me a BIG hug!

Girl: *hugs him*

Boy: Can you take my helmet off and put it on yourself? It's bugging me.

Girl: Alright, now slow down.

Boy: I love you babe.

In the paper the next day... a motorcycle had crashed into a building because of brake failure. Two people were on it, but only one had survived.

The truth was that halfway down the road, the boy realized that his brakes broke, but he didn't want to let the girl know.

Instead, he had her say she loved him and felt her hug one last time, then he had her wear his helmet so that she would live even though it meant that he would die.

If you love anyone this much re-post this...and...the love of your life will realize that they feel the same... DON'T BREAK THIS! Tomorrow will be the best day of your life. However, if you don't post this by at least 12:00 tonight, then you will have bad luck the rest of your love life. Guys post this as "I Would Do This For My Girl." Girls post this as "Boys Aren't Jerks."

I AM NOT LESBIAN. I AM A GAY RIGHTS SUPPORTER. Learn the difference.

II am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

If you think homophobia is wrong copy this into your profile

My favorite things are...

- Nico di Angelo, because he is my baby and he just needs some affection.

- The Eragon books, because Eragon is just one of the coolest people ever.

-The ships Aragon, (Arya and Eragon), Reyico (Reyna and Nico), Percabeth (duh) and Cleo (Calypso and Leo) Canipper (Candy Chiu and Dipper Pines) billdip (Bill Cipher and Dipper Pines)

-LEO VALDEZ IS ALSO MY BABY (but he has Calypso... Soon)

FUN FACTS!!!! (Yay...)

- I read 4 books of the Gone series by Michel Grant, but I stopped because... Well... Certain reasons

- my favorite song is "Take Flight" by Lindsey Stirling.

- I eat chocolate. #bestfactever

- I have four half siblings, all on my dads side. IM THE YOUNGEST

- I like owls. (Am I a demigod?)

-I like to read. (Darn the demigod fanasty, then)

- I play the violin in my school orchestra, but my goal is to make a band with my band and choir friends.

MY FANDOMS ARE...

- Percy Jackson (No... You had no idea, did you? I totally blew your mind, didn't I?)

- Harry Potter ( Meh...)

- Gone (I'm a HUGE shipper of Sam and Astrid)

- Heroes of Olympus (Which is just pretty much a fanfic of Percy Jackson, but in a book)

Humor:

Obi-Wan Kenobi: Nice suit, Vader. It must have cost you…

Vader: ?

Obi-Wan: ...An arm and a leg

//Random music plays out of nowhere// YYYEEEEAAAAAHHHHH

I’M SORRY I WATCHED STAR WARS: THE EMPIRE STRIKES BACK LAST NIGHT AND HONEY I’M NOT GONNA QUIT LOVING IT ANYTIME SOON

Hem, hem… Sorry ‘bout that.

Favorite scenes in Empire Strikes Back:

LEIA: I love you!

HAN: I know.

When Leia is talking to Luke, Han says something, then Leia kisses Luke, glares at Han, and walks away. Luke is mentally saying, LIKE A BOSS!

Then you realize that they are twins and then the swapping spit is just weird.

Favorite scenes in A New Hope:

Everything with R2-D2 in it. Also,

LUKE: She would give you more money than you can ever imagine, Han.

HAN: I don't know, I can imagine quite a lot.

GUYS. I JUST WATCHED THE FORCE AWAKENS AND THE FALCON GOT THE MOST APPLAUSE. THE FALCON. PRINCESS LEIA GOT A TINY BIT, AND LUKE GOT NO APPLAUSE. HAN GOT THE MOST OUT OF THE MAIN CHARACTERS!!!!!

MY BABIES IN BOOKS AND TV ARE...

- Dipper Pines from Gravity Falls

- Little Petey in the Gone series

- Nico di Angelo and Leo Valdez in Heroes of Olympus

- Artemis Fowl from... Artemis Fowl

WARNING: I am feeling depressed lately, so I might stop most of my stories because I don't feel like finishing these stories. I will write sad content, because I write whatever I feel like. I write sad things when I feel sad. Deal with it.

I may make you laugh. I may not. I may make you cry. I may not. Who knows? Who cares? I write to sometimes escape, to sometimes let my feelings out.

Drinking and Driving Poem by CrybabyQueenofWhatever

Jenny threw a party

When her parents were away

She invited me and Suzy over

Later in the day

Jenny found her Daddy's liquor

And poured me a cup

Placed it in my hand

She said, "bottoms up!"

15 shots later

I can barely see

Suzy's sitting in the corner

Way more drunk than me

I offered to take her home

Drive her in my car

Little did I know

We wouldn't get far

The yellow lines on the road

Doubled... No, tripled!

We accidentally cut through the one

Right down the middle

We hit a car with a mom and baby

And a three year old girl

The crash took their lives and Suzy's, too

Changing my whole world

Now I know how it feels to have taken

The lives of others

Families will be missing

Their sisters and their brothers

And everyone will know who did it

Because people die this way

EVERY

FIFTEEN

MINUTES

Repost this on your profile, spread the word, and remember not to get into a car with anyone who's been drinking. You've got lives to save, including your own. If you have been drinking, don't get behind the wheel. Call someone for a ride, or at least stay where you are until the alcohol leaves your system. If you were at a party where you didn't know there would be alcohol, call for a ride home. People die Every Fifteen Minutes because of distracted, buzzed, or drunk driving.

Go to for more information

PLEASE READ.

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

Dedicated to the Angels created because of Columbine & other School Shootings

How many times must a child fall down forcibly shot to the ground?

And how many children shall lose their young lives ,

Because somebody’s day just went wrong?

You stepped in the way, passing on your day,

It wasn’t you he was angry with a friend.

Now time stands still and we pray upon the hill,

I miss you and wish you hadn’t gone,

I love you and wish you didn’t fall.

How many teachers will stand up and take bullets meant for the dead?

And how many parents will be forced to weep,

From the bullets that rang through their heads?

And how many times must I write a new song

Longing for just a little peace?

No matter what I say,

No matter what I do,

Always it brings me back to you.

I miss you and wish you didn’t fall,

I love you that’s why I write this song.

You’d smiled at me that day and said I’ll be home right away,

Then the bullets rang out through the halls,

You never came home after all.

The policeman he said even though you are now dead,

You hung on as long as you could.

You said, you’d stepped in his way,

Passing on your day, it wasn’t you, he was angry with a friend.

No time stands still and we pray upon the hill.

We know you loved us and wish you hadn’t gone.

You love us and wished you didn’t fall.

Please tell me Lord, how can a day … go so wrong?

This is a poem written by Carolyn Vannoster. This is one of my favorites because he or she can really learn the importance of putting driving before a phone call. Hopefully if he or she reads this poem, they will understand the importance in doing their part with decreasing the accident rate.

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

Please if you would,

Don't smash this on the ground.

If you pass this on,

Maybe people will cry,

Just keep this in your heart,

For the people who didn't get to say "Good-bye".

Now you have 2 choices,

1) Pass this on, and show people you care, re-post as

"Try Not To Cry"

2) Don't send it, and you have just proven how cold hearted you really are...

I am not that girl,

The one that is super popular.
The one that is rich.
The one obsessed with Twilight.
The one that will lie to get her way.
The one that doesn't care about your feelings.
The one that wears her Team Edward or Team Jacob shirt proudly.
The one that has a new boyfriend every week.
The one that hates her life because she wears size-two jeans.
The one that would cry over a boy.
The one that loves Justin Bieber.
The one that will give up because she broke a nail.
The one that started wearing makeup at nine years old.

BUT

I am that girl,

The one who likes books more than boys.
The one who pretends not to be sad, just to make others happy.
The one who reads and writes to escape.
The one who just wants to help.
The one that really wants to make a difference.
The one that sticks to her values.
The one that doesn't look at race or homosexuality.
The one that cries when she feels alone and helpless; it only shows she's strong.
The one that knows she's beautiful, no matter what others say.
The one that refuses to believe that this is it.
The one that doesn't care if she eats too many cinnamon buns...they taste good.
The one that people like, because she's crazy.
The one that doesn't care if she looks like a retard, because if looking like a retard is what it takes, go for it.
The one that will do anything to make a better tomorrow.
The one who won't give in.
The one who won't give up.

RANDOM STUFF

- If your heart skips a beat, you're dead. (I think...)

P.S CrybabyQueenofWhatever is my BFF!!!! She's really funny, but has mature content. (Wut)

Dear bullies,

See that boy doing his homework in homeroom? Last night he Talked his friend out of suicide.

See that girl you just called fat? She is starving herself.

See that old man you made fun of cause of the ugly scars? He fought for our country.

See that young boy you must made fun of for always being sick? He has to walk home in the snow cause his family is too poor.

See that girl you made fun of for wearing lots of make-up? You bullied her for being ugly without it too.

Re-Post this if you are against bullying. I bet 95% of you won't. Your life would probably not be as harsh as theirs

Poem for all the children who died of cancer, and those who are still fighting.

Poem by IheartNicoxReyna

The day they told us I had cancer,

My mommy cried and my daddy said he died inside.

My brothers hugged me and said it was alright,

And my sister's eyes lost a little of their light.

Now I sit in a hospital bed, too sick to move,

While I envy those on TV who groove.

Why? Why, I ask,

Why should some suffer and some bask in good health?

My sister tells me that I'm a fighter,

My brothers the same.

But my mommy asks, why do they play this game?

I feel weak, and my eyes are burning,

But I know, if I die,

My Heavenly Father will come and carry me home.

All of you with cancer, don't give up. Keep fighting, destroy that illness! Soon, we WILL find a cure and we WILL destroy cancer. Don't give up!

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

Did you know that 98 % of teenagers will not stand up for God, and 93 % of the people who read this won’t repost it?

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 true 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..."

I AM A PROUD CHRISTIAN. I BELIEVE IN JESUS CHRIST AND GOD.

I asked Jesus, " how much do you love me ? "Jesus replied, " this much " and stretched his arms on the cross and died for me . if you love Jesus , put this on your profile. 97% WON'T do it. only 3% will stand up for him. I hope you are part of the 3%.

When you carry a 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, & Paste this if you’re in God's Army