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Sup! <br />
Guess I should just let you know some things about me? <br />
Here:<br />
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Favorite Color: <br />
Mysterious Black<br />
Darkened Red<br />
Midnight Blue<br />
Silver<br />
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Favorite Songs:<br />
1. New Perspective<br />
2. FireFlies<br />
3. Puppet<br />
4. Coming Undone<br />
5. Master of Puppets<br />
6. Watcha Say<br />
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Fav. Characters:<br />
Naruto: <br />
Sasori,<br />
Deidara , <br />
Itachi, <br />
Tobi/Madara <br />
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Favorite Authors:<br />
Laurie F. Stolarz<br />
Kelley Armstrong<br />
Christopher Pike<br />
Caroline B. Cooney<br />
Stephine Meyer<br />
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Favorite Books (Genres):<br />
Horror<br />
Science Fiction<br />
Fantasy<br />
Mystery <br />
Thriller<br />
Romances (If they are good)<br />
Manga<br />
Action<br />
Supernatural<br />
Humor<br />
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Favorite Animes and Mangas:<br />
Vampire Knight (Manga)<br />
Chibi Vampire (Both)<br />
Me & My Brothers (Manga)<br />
Death Note (Both)<br />
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Fav. Comedians:<br />
Jeff Dunham <br />
Brian Regan<br />
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Dream Avatar:<br />
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I want you to know that, I am not someone who gets easily excited about something like a new book or movie coming out. At school, I tend to stay in the back or not talk to anyone and only have 2 best friends (they are the only ones, not including my family, who really know me). I am independent, clumsy, shy, and have a low self esteem. (No, I am not proud of it, but I am not going to lie about it. I am what I am and I don't think I am going to change any time soon.) <br />
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I would choose reading, writing, listening to music, or drawing over going to a party, going to the mall, or something like that. <br />
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I am not someone who would volunteer to join student council, or join a team. If I did though, I would choose a reading activity or one were I could write. <br />
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When in art class or something, I get out my MP3 and listen to music while drawing pictures of random things (like skulls, crosses, hearts, or anything like that) or just start writing what I feel or whatever the song I am listening to makes me think about. <br />
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I don't go to basketball, baseball, football, or any games. But, if I did, I would be forced to go and the whole time, I wouldn't pay attention. I would bring my MP3 with me and listen to music while I am reading my book, writing in my journal, or drawing something. <br />
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People don't understand me; they don't get me at all. I wear black to school, so they think I am goth. They don't take the time to get to know me, and, if they don't, I am glad that I am not friends with them at all. I am called names behind my back and am sometimes bullied or picked on for being different and not being the same as everyone else there, but I don't care. It hurts a little, but, since I don't know them, it doesn't hurt as much as it would from a family member or one of my two best friends. <br />
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I think on my feet and am cunning and secretive. I can hide my feelings and keep them bottled up for longer than I know anyone else can. I can remember things from when I was only 3 or 4 years old. I get things more easily than others, but hide it so they think they know or get it before me. When I am insulted or someone insults my friends or family, I think of an insult in less than 5 minutes and shoot it back to them, leaving them shocked and thinking if I planned the whole conversation.<br />
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I am one who doesn't care much to get into a fight, but, if I get annoyed or offended, then you better run, because I have quite a temper.<br />
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People may think I do not care, but I really do. If one of my friends are crying, I don't just ignore them or laugh, I go up to them and say, "Who the hell did this and when can I start kicking their butt?" <br />
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I love to make people laugh even if it looks like I don't on the outside.<br />
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I know that most would not read this because it is long, but, if someone else put something like this, I would be reading it. I don't know why, but I just do because I get curious. <br />
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I thought this was a sad poem. Please read it. D: <br />
<br />
Her hair was up in a ponytail<br />
Her favorite dress tied with a bow.<br />
Today was Daddy's Day at school,<br />
And she couldn't wait to go.<br />
<br />
But her mommy tried to tell her,<br />
That she probably should stay home.<br />
Why the kids might not understand,<br />
If she went to school alone.<br />
<br />
But she was not afraid;<br />
She knew just what to say.<br />
What to tell her classmates<br />
Of why he wasn't there today.<br />
<br />
But still her mother worried,<br />
For her to face this day alone.<br />
And that was why once again,<br />
She tried to keep her daughter home.<br />
<br />
But the little girl went to school,<br />
Eager to tell them all.<br />
About a dad she never sees<br />
A dad who never calls.<br />
<br />
There were daddies along the wall in back,<br />
For everyone to meet.<br />
Children squirming impatiently,<br />
Anxious in their seats.<br />
<br />
One by one the teacher called,<br />
A student from the class.<br />
To introduce their daddy,<br />
As seconds slowly passed.<br />
<br />
At last the teacher called her name,<br />
Every child turned to stare.<br />
Each of them was searching,<br />
For a man who wasn't there.<br />
<br />
"Where's her daddy at?"<br />
She heard a boy call out.<br />
"She probably doesn't have one,"<br />
Another student dared to shout.<br />
<br />
And from somewhere near the back,<br />
She heard a daddy say,<br />
"Looks like another deadbeat dad,<br />
Too busy to waste his day."<br />
<br />
The words did not offend her,<br />
As she smiled up at her Mom.<br />
And looked back at her teacher,<br />
Who told her to go on.<br />
<br />
And with hands behind her back,<br />
Slowly she began to speak.<br />
And out from the mouth of a child,<br />
Came words incredibly unique.<br />
<br />
"My Daddy couldn't be here,<br />
Because he lives so far away."<br />
But I know he wishes he could be,<br />
Since this is such a special day.<br />
<br />
And though you cannot meet him,<br />
I wanted you to know.<br />
All about my daddy,<br />
And how much he loves me so.<br />
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He loved to tell me stories<br />
He taught me to ride my bike.<br />
He surprised me with pink roses,<br />
And taught me to fly a kite.<br />
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We used to share fudge sundaes,<br />
And ice cream in a cone.<br />
And though you cannot see him,<br />
I'm not standing here alone.<br />
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"Cause my daddy's always with me,<br />
Even though we are apart<br />
I know because he told me,<br />
He'll forever be in my heart"<br />
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With that, her little hand reached up,<br />
And lay across her chest.<br />
Feeling her own heartbeat,<br />
Beneath her favorite dress.<br />
<br />
And from somewhere in the crowd of dads,<br />
Her mother stood in tears.<br />
Proudly watching her daughter,<br />
Who was wise beyond her years.<br />
<br />
For she stood up for the love<br />
Of a man not in her life.<br />
Doing what was best for her,<br />
Doing what was right.<br />
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And when she dropped her hand back down,<br />
Staring straight into the crowd.<br />
She finished with a voice so soft,<br />
But its message clear and loud.<br />
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"I love my daddy very much,<br />
He's my shining star.<br />
And if he could, he'd be here,<br />
But heaven's just too far."<br />
<br />
You see he was a fireman<br />
And died just this past year<br />
When airplanes hit the towers<br />
And taught Americans to fear.<br />
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But sometimes when I close my eyes,<br />
"It's like he never went away."<br />
And then she closed her eyes,<br />
And saw him there that day.<br />
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And to her mother's amazement,<br />
She witnessed with surprise.<br />
A room full of daddies and children,<br />
All starting to close their eyes.<br />
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Who knows what they saw before them,<br />
Who knows what they felt inside.<br />
Perhaps for merely a second,<br />
They saw him at her side.<br />
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"I know you're with me Daddy,"<br />
To the silence she called out.<br />
And what happened next made believers,<br />
Of those once filled with doubt.<br />
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Not one in that room could explain it,<br />
For each of their eyes had been closed.<br />
But there on the desk beside her,<br />
Was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.<br />
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And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,<br />
By the love of her shining bright star.<br />
And given the gift of believing,<br />
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Comments (3 Comments)
- LightYagamiKira1 - 09/11/2009
- I agree with the others; you are pretty good! Keep it up!
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- Soul Mating - 09/11/2009
- Nice stories. I really like them!
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- Ima_Little_Tea_Pot101 - 09/11/2009
- I really like your stories! They are sad, but they are also good!
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