This is for te Kasey, I hope te like it. ^^



This is just like anyother story te will read from time to time, because it has a main character, sub characters, a setting, and a theme.
But its unlike anyother story because its about a boy unlike anyother te will meet, its about his passion for writting and how people Amore his stories.
Who is this boy?
Why am I Scrivere about him?
What's so special about his stories?
You may be asking yourself those very same domande right about.................Now.
Well for me to tell te those risposte I have to start at the begining of the story.



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Ok So I have this idea of making all my fanpop Buddies a story o poem don't which yet though. Anywho if your on the lista your getting one. ^^

List (I'll check your name off when I'm done making your thing):

Animefan66- Story [X] Poem [X]
Jefferyw52- Story [] Poem [X]
Jedigal1990- Story [] Poem [X]
GrimDog Story- [/] Poem []
Denom_of_wolves- Story [/] Poem []
desmariemay Story- [] Poem []
PrincessPinkla- Story [] Poem []
Sapherequeen- Story [] Poem []
Kibarules77- Story [X] Poem []
Naoko_Etsumi- Story [] Poem []
Zenif- Story [] Poem []
Fircley-burning- Story [] Poem []
Avatarzan- Story [] Poem []
Momiji-...

This is a Naruto the show, like story type thing. I was bored. ^^




I live in the Suna village. I have lived here all my life and watched from the sidelines as everyone was mean to Gaara. To be truthful I Amore him with all my heart. I have always wanted to go up to him and comfort him when the people treat him badly, but i never could. But there was one giorno when I could not take how they were treating him.There were a bunch of people standing around Gaara yelling thingd like.

"Demon child."

"good for nothing."

"you dont belong here."

I just had to step in and that is what I did. I ran into the circle...

Ok so this is really sad, but I wrote it because I had this dream that my father died and before he died he detto “I will never leave you.”
Yeah very sad dream that was.
But this is not about my father really because I don’t hold my fathers hand o baciare my father that would be weird. But the main idea was from that dream, I just switched it up to make it a Amore one. So I hope te enjoy this.


A Funeral
By: Whitney(Whinny) Forsberg

Screams of hysteria,
Black dresses,
Cries of pain,
Black pants,
Sobs of sadness,
Black shoes,
Tears of love,
Black shirts.
I have never been to a funeral, until...