ViolentAngel

I really dont want to work at a fast food place and i know, i know, thats my best bet but i would like to exhaust every other option before im forced to do so. Anyways if you know of any places that are not fast food places (nice restaurants, i dont mind) please inform me of them

just want to know others experiences before i apply

need a nw series and this was recommended by my sister. normally i would not listen to her recommendations because her favorite books are princess academy and ella enchanted....so yeah not my type. but she was hyperventilating while she was explaining the plot and she actually read two of them in three days and she is NOT a heavy reader. so basically this might actually be worth my time but i want to be sure before i waste my time

thats about it... it was popular on youtube and it was about bullys and how you could have saved someone's life. there was a girl who cut herself in it. thats all i can remember

series recommendation YA/ TEEN FICTION?

i need a new series to read ive hated the books ive read recently like matched divergent and delirium. i did like maze runner and hunger games here's a list of my favorite books

I Prefer female narrators

maximum ride

harry potter

anything by tamora pierce

princess academy,dont recommend anything by this author ive read them already

fairest

artemis fowl

ender's game

********************* GEMMA FREAKIN DOYLE WAS AWESOME BTW*********

i need a new series to read ive hated the books ive read recently like matched divergent and delirium. i did like maze runner and hunger games here's a list of my favorite books

I Prefer female narrators

maximum ride

harry potter

anything by tamora pierce

princess academy,dont recommend anything by this author ive read them already

fairest

artemis fowl

ender's game

********************* GEMMA FREAKIN DOYLE WAS AWESOME BTW*********

What are your favorite things about each of them and if you can answer which one is your favorite

these are my answers you dont have to read them

liam- He seems really genuine and down to earth in his interviews

Harry- His hair is beyond awesome and the way he likes "cats" so much makes me laugh

Zayn- I love how when they take group photos all of them have big cheesy smiles and zayn is trying to give a 'sexy, and mysterious' face. it cracks me up.

louis- His bum!!! its bigger than mine!! also i love his outfits

niall- i love his blonde hair and his irish accent. im upset they dont let him sing as much though. its ridiculous. its a band of five not just liam and harry sometimes zayn barely louis and almost never niall.

I dont thin i can pick a favorite. it used to be harry just for his looks but once i actually watch interviews and stuff i like each of them in a differnt way ii cant pick

My favorite is hollywood studios because everytime we go there it has less people than the other parks. I thinks its because its not connected to the monorail system and you have to take the bus. also the rides are Ah-Mazing.

my friend and i were commenting on a photo of us and suddenly a wild message appears from beth and she wrote "OMG u guys r so races" i thought she was joking so i reply "LOL,, watt??" and then she keeps saying what we wrote wasnt right and bla blah blah. but to be honest we were joking

Martha Rodney lmaoo remember u was going natural

Vesline Francois that was a mistake!!! NEVAH AGAIN.

Martha Rodney ohh yeaa i was reading this magazine and there this 3 step hair product that changes ur hair to its natural state....if u still wanna be in touch with ur AFRICAN ROOTS LOL

Vesline Francois hell no but imma keep that in mind next time a white girl says " your so lucky theres so much you can do with your hair". now imma tell her she can try that **** out her self!

Martha Rodney LMAOO I COULD NEVER GO NATURAL AGAIN IM ON THAT CREAMY CRACK&BESIDE LYING PEOPLE SAYIN THIS IS MY NATURAL HAIR

Martha Rodney OMGGEEEE LOL #LIFESROUGH

Vesline Francois yupp and thats why im marrying a white man. & my kids will have nice hair too

Martha Rodney LOL A BLACK GIRLS DREAMS

Vesline Francois and it will become a REALITY>

Martha Rodney ATLEAST IM NOT GONNA HAVE A NAPPY HEADED GOD CHILD

Vesline Francois LOL, i BETTA NOT HAVE ONE EITHER.

Martha Rodney lol trust me u wont my babies gonna be cute AF

Vesline Francois lol i trust you cuz you know how much weave cost imagine you have two daughters and they BOTH want that REMY.

Martha Rodney UR SOO RIGHT WEAVE IS NT CHEAP

Vesline Francois lol but we good though. We still hittin up the nba draft party when we turn 18.

Martha Rodney U ALREADY KNO BT U TELLING THIS SOCIAL NET WORK LIL TO MUCH NOW LOL

Vesline Francois lol yeah imma lie low till we older and can actually go

Martha Rodney LOL IKR

I'm thinking about getting mine done when i turn 18. i have a small b cup and i want to be a full c or d but i dont want them to feel like rocks. that would be weird.

to be honest im super lazy so i probably wont finish but i'll still go to have those couple of years in the dorm with my friends for memories.

I have no idea what's going on. When i started my period i was nauseous and didnt eat anything at all the first day. the next day i got up and really wanted a glass of milk. Now im on my fifth day and i havent eaten anything or drank anything besides milk. I tried to eat some fruit salad but i threw up. The thought of other food is making me sick. What the heck is going on????

The sun had come up and it shone brightly through our flimsy curtains. I sat up and blinked the drowsiness away, somehow I dont think the light is what woke me. “HRNNNN, the sound of my sisters lovely snoring must be the reason for me being awake this early.

I lay back down to start the task of going back to sleep even though I knew I would probably fail, miserably. Instead I turn and look at my sister. She looks like my father, all porcelain for skin and sunshine for hair and under her closed lids I knew she had two pale blue eyes. Just like my father, and I hated her for it because if she was sunshine and light what did that make me? Darkness and night I suppose.

I looked down at my brown skin. It was light but not light enough. Not light enough to pass the way clarissa could. When we lived in Jersey her paleness was a liability, people saw her as an other and I learned to fight early to protect her. Now in the deep south I am the out cast and clary has come into her own. I knew what she told everyone about why she didnt look like me and our mother. She said she was adopted and I let her. She isnt strong enough to fight so I let her wear the lies like an armor.

I sat up again in frustration. Being a sad duckling is not who you are, I tell myself repeatedly. I grab my bath things and head for the bathroom hoping to clear my mind of the depressing thoughts. I decide to go to the bathroom down the hall because the rusty shower head in the bathroom next to us sounds like a dying cat when it is first turned on.

Its the wrong move to clear my mind though. The hallway is filled with pictures of my father. I stop, stare at one of them and smile. It was my 10th birthday. I had cake all over my face. Clary, the little neat freak, was wiping frosting off my face. Mom was smiling at us and my father was outright laughing. His Oreo family he'd called us. He had disappeared the same day..

My smile fades as I think just what my Mom's side of the family thinks about my father disappearing. The words they used were too awful to say. I knew they weren't true. The night he left, he came into my room and gently woke me up. He told me he loved me and that he would come back for me. Ha!, I thought. It was me he chose to wake up and say goodbye to, not clary. That was four years ago. Im 14 now and wondering where my father is, why he left, and if he will ever really come back for me....

IF anyone would like to write this story with me or be an editor please say so because i suck at grammar. serious ppl only. if you dont then please leave CONSTRUCTIVE critisim and tell me whether you like the premise or not

TEENS is this a good story?

There is magic/fantasy in it

The sun had come up and it shone brightly through our flimsy curtains. I sat up and blinked the drowsiness away, somehow I dont think the light is what woke me. “HRNNNN, the sound of my sisters lovely snoring must be the reason for me being awake this early.

I lay back down to start the task of going back to sleep even though I knew I would probably fail, miserably. Instead I turn and look at my sister. She looks like my father, all porcelain for skin and sunshine for hair and under her closed lids I knew she had two pale blue eyes. Just like my father, and I hated her for it because if she was sunshine and light what did that make me? Darkness and night I suppose.

I looked down at my brown skin. It was light but not light enough. Not light enough to pass the way clarissa could. When we lived in Jersey her paleness was a liability, people saw her as an other and I learned to fight early to protect her. Now in the deep south I am the out cast and clary has come into her own. I knew what she told everyone about why she didnt look like me and our mother. She said she was adopted and I let her. She isnt strong enough to fight so I let her wear the lies like an armor.

I sat up again in frustration. Being a sad duckling is not who you are, I tell myself repeatedly. I grab my bath things and head for the bathroom hoping to clear my mind of the depressing thoughts. I decide to go to the bathroom down the hall because the rusty shower head in the bathroom next to us sounds like a dying cat when it is first turned on.

Its the wrong move to clear my mind though. The hallway is filled with pictures of my father. I stop, stare at one of them and smile. It was my 10th birthday. I had cake all over my face. Clary, the little neat freak, was wiping frosting off my face. Mom was smiling at us and my father was outright laughing. His Oreo family he'd called us. He had disappeared the same day..

My smile fades as I think just what my Mom's side of the family thinks about my father disappearing. The words they used were too awful to say. I knew they weren't true. The night he left, he came into my room and gently woke me up. He told me he loved me and that he would come back for me. Ha!, I thought. It was me he chose to wake up and say goodbye to, not clary. That was four years ago. Im 14 now and wondering where my father is, why he left, and if he will ever really come back for me....

IF anyone would like to write this story with me or be an editor please say so because i suck at grammar. serious ppl only. if you dont then please leave CONSTRUCTIVE critisim and tell me whether you like the premise or not

TEENS is this a good story?

There is magic/fantasy in it

The sun had come up and it shone brightly through our flimsy curtains. I sat up and blinked the drowsiness away, somehow I dont think the light is what woke me. “HRNNNN, the sound of my sisters lovely snoring must be the reason for me being awake this early. I lay back down to start the task of going back to sleep even though I knew I would probably fail, miserably. Instead I turn and look at my sister. She looks like my father, all porcelain for skin and sunshine for hair and under her closed lids I knew she had two pale blue eyes. Just like my father, and I hated her for it because if she was sunshine and light what did that make me? Darkness and night I suppose. I looked down at my brown skin. It was light but not light enough. Not light enough to pass the way clarissa could. When we lived in Jersey her paleness was a liability, people saw her as an other and I learned to fight early to protect her. Now in the deep south I am the out cast and clary has come into her own. I knew what she told everyone about why she didnt look like me and our mother. She said she was adopted and I let her. She isnt strong enough to fight so I let her wear the lies like an armor. I sat up again in frustration. Being a sad duckling is not who you are, I tell myself repeatedly. I grab my bath things and head for the bathroom hoping to clear my mind of the depressing thoughts. I decide to go to the bathroom down the hall because the rusty shower head in the bathroom next to us sounds like a dying cat when it is first turned on. Its the wrong move to clear my mind though. The hallway is filled with pictures of my father. I stop, stare at one of them and smile. It was my 10th birthday. I had cake all over my face. Clary, the little neat freak, was wiping frosting off my face. Mom was smiling at us and my father was outright laughing. His Oreo family he'd called us. He had disappeared the same day.. My smile fades as I think just what my Mom's side of the family thinks about my father disappearing. The words they used were too awful to say. I knew they weren't true. The night he left, he came into my room and gently woke me up. He told me he loved me and that he would come back for me. Ha!, I thought. It was me he chose to woke up and say goodbye to, not clary. That was for years ago. Im 14 now and wondering where my father is, why he left, and if he will ever really come back for me....

IF anyone would like to write this story with me or be an editor please say so. serious ppl only. if you dont then please leave CONSTRUCTIVE critisim and tell me whether you like the premise or not

Are any of you guys atheists if you are tell me how you decided to become one. If you are not what do you think about teen atheists?

p.s i am an atheist

I was wearing a shirt that had the mexican flag on it when i went to get some stuff from the ice cream truck. the driver saw my shirt and started speaking spanish to me. i told her i didnt speak it and she got offended. ii got my stuff and went on my way. when i tried to buy something the next day the truck sped past me it happened twice. i sent my little brother out and she stopped for him. i just want to know what the hell i did to piss her off

when you write someone a long meaningful text and they respond with K. is there no way to revive the conversation? What do you do?

There is magic/fantasy in it

The sun had come up and it shone brightly through our flimsy curtains. I sat up and blinked the drowsiness away, somehow I dont think the light is what woke me. “HRNNNN, the sound of my sisters lovely snoring must be the reason for me being awake this early. I lay back down to start the task of going back to sleep even though I knew I would probably fail, miserably. Instead I turn and look at my sister. She looks like my father, all porcelain for skin and sunshine for hair and under her closed lids I knew she had two pale blue eyes. Just like my father, and I hated her for it because if she was sunshine and light what did that make me? Darkness and night I suppose. I looked down at my brown skin. It was light but not light enough. Not light enough to pass the way clarissa could. When we lived in Jersey her paleness was a liability, people saw her as an other and I learned to fight early to protect her. Now in the deep south I am the out cast and clary has come into her own. I knew what she told everyone about why she didnt look like me and our mother. She said she was adopted and I let her. She isnt strong enough to fight so I let her wear the lies like an armor. I sat up again in frustration. Being a sad duckling is not who you are, I tell myself repeatedly. I grab my bath things and head for the bathroom hoping to clear my mind of the depressing thoughts. I decide to go to the bathroom down the hall because the rusty shower head in the bathroom next to us sounds like a dying cat when it is first turned on. Its the wrong move to clear my mind though. The hallway is filled with pictures of my father. I stop, stare at one of them and smile. It was my 10th birthday. I had cake all over my face. Clary, the little neat freak, was wiping frosting off my face. Mom was smiling at us and my father was outright laughing. His Oreo family he'd called us. He had disappeared the same day.. My smile fades as I think just what my Mom's side of the family thinks about my father disappearing. The words they used were too awful to say. I knew they weren't true. The night he left, he came into my room and gently woke me up. He told me he loved me and that he would come back for me. Ha!, I thought. It was me he chose to woke up and say goodbye to, not clary. That was for years ago. Im 14 now and wondering where my father is, why he left, and if he will ever really come back for me....

IF anyone would like to write this story with me or be an editor please say so. serious ppl only. if you dont then please leave CONSTRUCTIVE critisim and tell me whether you like the premise or not

There IS fantasy in this story. If anyone would like to write together or edit for me please say so. if not please read and tell me if its any good

The sun had come up and it shone brightly through our flimsy curtains. I sat up and blinked the drowsiness away, somehow I dont think the light is what woke me. “HRNNNN, the sound of my sisters lovely snoring must be the reason for me being awake this early. I lay back down to start the task of going back to sleep even though I knew I would probably fail, miserably. Instead I turn and look at my sister. She looks like my father, all porcelain for skin and sunshine for hair and under her closed lids I knew she had two pale blue eyes. Just like my father, and I hated her for it because if she was sunshine and light what did that make me? Darkness and night I suppose. I looked down at my brown skin. It was light but not light enough. Not light enough to pass the way clarissa could. When we lived in Jersey her paleness was a liability, people saw her as an other and I learned to fight early to protect her. Now in the deep south I am the out cast and clary has come into her own. I knew what she told everyone about why she didnt look like me and our mother. She said she was adopted and I let her. She isnt strong enough to fight so I let her wear the lies like an armor. I sat up again in frustration. Being a sad duckling is not who you are, I tell myself repeatedly. I grab my bath things and head for the bathroom hoping to clear my mind of the depressing thoughts. I decide to go to the bathroom down the hall because the rusty shower head in the bathroom next to us sounds like a dying cat when it is first turned on. Its the wrong move to clear my mind though. The hallway is filled with pictures of my father. I stop, stare at one of them and smile. It was my 10th birthday. I had cake all over my face. Clary, the little neat freak, was wiping frosting off my face. Mom was smiling at us and my father was outright laughing. His Oreo family he'd called us. He had disappeared the same day.. My smile fades as I think just what my Mom's side of the family thinks about my father disappearing. The words they used were too awful to say. I knew they weren't true. The night he left, he came into my room and gently woke me up. He told me he loved me and that he would come back for me. Ha!, I thought. It was me he chose to woke up and say goodbye to, not clary. That was for years ago. Im 14 now and wondering where my father is, why he left, and if he will ever really come back for me....