About me: i'm 17 years old and in my senior year of highschool (graduating in about a month!). my life consists of school, gymnastics, fanfics (procrastination), music, and sleep. and you don't need to know where i live. i have funny blondish, brown, gold, i dunno what to call it (noone does) colored hair and blue eyes.

little bit about me: im obssessed with twilight (like you couldn't already tell). im a vegetarian but not the stupid kind (i really dont care if you eat meat around me or at all). it also pisses me off when people find that out and automatically assume im some kind of environmentalist freak. im all for saving the planet but im not annoying about it. i do gymnastics but im not amazing. the stuff i do looks pretty cool to people who cant do it but im never going to the olympics or anything like that. its just for fun. umm... i'm a straight A student who's in tons of honors classes but doesn't give a crap about school.

i changed my penname. i used to be Veggiegurl896 but i got bored with it. sorry if it confused any of you.

For all of you guys how have reviewed to any of my stories i have some super yummy cookies for u!! thank you to i love randomness for reminding me! unfortunately 4 u these are cyber cookies and you can't actually eat them. . . sob

Light travels faster than sound. Is that why people apear brighter before you acctualy talk to them?

GO READ THIS STORY NOW!! http://www.fanfiction.ws/s/4172962/1/ and review to it PLEASE!! it's called Arranged Disharmony and the Cullens get blackmailed by this guy and YOU MUST READ IT!!

Be My Escape has been nominated for best dark fic!! http:///index.html

loves:

fanfiction

Edward Cullen

Jasper Hale (more than Edward)

Music (it pretty much rules my life)

reading

my amazing friends

the dark

silence

sleeping

gymnastics

dancing (when im alone and nobody can see me)

drawing and painting

fire (im a pyromaniac... consider yourself warned)

sharpies

Hates:

Jacob Black (if he and bella even speak to eachother in Breaking Dawn i will cry) (they did, and i cried...not really but still)

reading books for school and not because i want to

coffee

rap and country music

people who act like sheep

bitchy-ness

movies with no plot

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

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

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My name is Sarah

I am but three,

My eyes are swollen

I cannot see,

I must be stupid

I must be bad,

What else could have made

My daddy so mad?

I wish I were better

I wish I weren't ugly,

Then maybe my mommy

Would still want to hug me.

I can't speak at all

I can't do a wrong

Or else I'm locked up

All the day long

When I awake I'm all alone

The house is dark

My folks aren't home.

When my mommy does come

I'll try and be nice,

So maybe I'll get just

One whipping tonight

Don't make a sound!

I just heard a car

My daddy is back

From Charlie's Bar.

I hear him curse

My name he calls

I press myself

Against the wall.

I try and hide

From his evil eyes

I'm so afraid now

I'm starting to cry.

He finds me weeping

He shouts ugly words,

He says its my fault

That he suffers at work.

He slaps me and hits me

And yells at me more,

I finally get free

And I run for the door.

He's already locked it

And I start to bawl,

He takes me and throws me

Against the hard wall.

I fall to the floor

With my bones nearly broken,

And my daddy continues

With more bad words spoken.

"I'm sorry!", I scream

But its now much too late

His face has been twisted

Into unimaginable hate.

The hurt and the pain

Again and again

Oh please God, have mercy!

Oh please let it end!

And he finally stops

And heads for the door,

While I lay there motionless

Sprawled on the floor.

My name was Sarah

And I was but three,

Tonight my daddy,

Murdered me.

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