I collect teddy bears XD very fun hobby.
There's this one giant fluffy white bear I got for Christmas... he's my boyfriend. LOL.
I learned to read when I was 3.
My school is the bomb.
My band teacher is awesome. DoveTail123 can attest to that.

I AM AWESOME!!!

If Joe Jonas said breathing wasn't cool, 95% of all preteen girls would be dead. Copy this to your profile if you are in the 5% that would be laughing our heads off.
95% of the kids out there are concerned with being popular and fitting in. If you're part of the 5% who aren't, copy this, put it in your profile.
If you have ever had done something or said something that made perfect sense to your real friends and only caused your "peers" to look at you strangely and roll their eyes, copy and paste this onto your profile.
If you walk into walls because you have your nose in a book, copy this to your profile.
If you ever forgotten what you were talking about in a conversation copy and paste this onto your profile. Heck, if you forget what you were going to say on a daily basis, post this here too.
If you have ever had a mad laughing fit for absolutely no reason, copy and paste this onto your profile.
If you're dead to the world for up to five hours at a time reading, post this on your profile.
If you love God, post this on your profile.

UPDATE: September 20th, 2011
Sorry I haven't been on in a while. I've been working on my new project, Elemental Alchemist. Go check it out.

A poem

Her name was Auroura
She was only five
This is what happened
When she was alive

Her dad was a drunk
Her mom was an addict
Her parents kept her
Locked in an attic

Her only friend
was a little toy bear
It was old and worn out
And had patches of hair

She always talked to it
When no one's around
She lays there and hugs it
Not a peep of sound

Until her parents
unlock the door
Some more and more pain
She'll have to endore

A bruise on her leg
A scar on her face
Why would she be
In such a horrible place?

But she grabs her bear
And softly crys
She loves her parents
But they want her to die

She sits in the corner
Quiet but thinking,
" God, why? Why is
My life always sinking? "

Such a bad life
For a sad little kid
She'd get beaten and beaten
For anything she did

Then one night
Her mom came home high
The poor child was hit and slapped
As hours went by

Then her mom suddenly
Grabbed for a blade
It was sharp and pointy
One that she made

She thrust the blade
Right into her chest,
" You deserve to die
You worthless pest! "

The mom walked out
Leaving the girl slowly dying
She grabbed her bear
And again started crying

Police showed up
At the small little house
They quickly barged in
Everything was as quiet as a mouse

One officer slowly
Opened a door
To find the sad little girl
Lying on the floor

It must have been bad
To go through so much harm
But at least she died
With her best friend in her arms

If you hate child abuse, post this on your profile!!

Another poem

A child cries in fright

a parent soothes

as a hand quickly moves through

the air to strike bare skin

 

Night after night

an eternity

the giant entity that is a father

teases, abuses and molests

 

Corrupt the child grows

and administers blows to children

living under his roof

 

Seemingly innocent at first

then a sudden thirst develops out

of nowhere that needs quenching

 

Around and around

a vicious wheel

that makes children steal away

into the night never to be found

© 2009 Melissa Kesead