My Novelsokay, so if any of you know me, you know that i write full-length novels!! im sooo excited! and i'm almost done with one called Forbidden Mason, and then im gonna get it published! also i have Kayla's Dream and the Wolf Life that I'm writing. Um, some other ideas for me are Once, Twice, Thrice, and My Time To Shine. all ideas, and i hope that maybe one day they'll all get published!!
Its Going To HappenI hide my faceI turn awayI don't have the courage to sayHow I feelI seems so realSo many people brush me offLike I'm a diseaseLike I'm going to infect themIt's wrongThere's nothing wrong with meAt least I hope there's notI don't noticeBut they doAnd they make my life a living hellJust so they can laughNo Person deserves this fateTo be ripped apartFor entertainmentFor laughterBut there's nothing I can do about itIt's lifeIt's inevitableIt's going to happenWeather it's wrong or not
Maximum Ride...Why Her 7Max Ride belongs to James Patterson not me...blah blah blah"yeah, whatever" Angela sneered as the speakers flickered off. I sigh out loud as I helped Fang sit down on the ground again to help rest his injured leg. I mean I would want o rest it too if I were shot twice by a psycho dude."What are we going to do about them?" I asked Fang. I mean, I didn't like having to ask for ideas or help, but this was kind of a bad situation. Not to mention I still didn't know where the rest of my flock was."What was that? Max asking for help? Nah, it can't be!" Fang chuckled.I smacked him in the arm."Oh, shut up! I seriously didn't have to fix your leg up you know!""Ah, but you would have anyway. Cause you looooovvveee me!!!' he said again.And again I smacked him."Ouch! Quit it!" then his face suddenly turned serious. "I don't know what I would do if that bastard touched you" Fang sighed. I took his face in my hands and kissed him lightly."That's not going to happen. Not if I can
DefendingWhy do we never seeThe quiet onesThe ones who don't speakDon't actBecause they're afraidAfraid of being judgedWe ignore them completelySnort at their pressenceTurn our backsLaugh at who they areWho we think they areWhy can't we just leave them alone?Why do we make them feel that way?It's wrongThey're people tooProbably a better person then youNo one can defend themThey become oneBy neglectBy tormentAn outcastJust like who they tried to helpMaybe that's why I'm oneI defended themSo look where I amBut I wouldn't change a thing