It was a chilly night in November,
and his name was Jeremy.

Jeremy was an police officer, biking back down a long collina returning from shift at nearly two o'clock in the morning. He wheezed, watching his breath flow out from chapped lips. He shivered through his dark brown suit, jacketless. He felt icicles forming on the tips of his messy black hair. As he neared the bottom of the steep hill, a faint cry could be heard clearer and clearer. A sudden vision of a woman-- no-- a girl came into view. Jeremy's eyes widened as he hopped off of his bike, pulling it along with him as he ran down the...

It all happened too fast. I didn't even have time to shout "Help me, this crazy girl with blue hair is kidnapping me!" as she bolted down the beach. The three boys just stared in awe about how the stubby female could run so quickly with a 104 pound ginger slung over her shoulder; she kicked up sand as she ran. The sky began to get darker.
Huff, huff.
"Who are you?"
Huff, huff.
"Can I ask your age?"
Huff, huff.
"Aren't te tired yet? Little... girl?"
"No!" she snapped at me, and I could tell da the slight scowl creeping across her face that she didn't like the titolo little.

"My name is Lu-fá."
"Interesting...

May 19th, 2010 -- I guess the reason I'm typing this is because it's a way to get the feelings out, o I'm just extremely bored.

First, I'd like to say that fanpop has become truly addicting. At this moment in time, I can't possibly imagine how lonely I would be if I hadn't met the fantastic people I'm able to talk to in this giorno and age. fanpop gave me friendship, knowledge from others, new interests, and most of all, lifted my spirits.

But only slightly. It also stomped on them at times. I regret stupid things, like saying I was in Amore with Duncan from TDI. Now that was just absurd. Never...