Name: Ellie

Age: 14

Nothing really to say about myself...I love writing but I'm not very good at it still please read my stories and review :)

If anyone would like to write a joint story with my I'm definately up for it :)

I also have a fanfiction account please R+R the stuff over there: http://www.fanfiction.net/~itsonlyforeverx

Apart from writing I love...music (seriously, life would not be worthless without it), reading, TV!! (Gossip Girl, Grey's Anatomy, Robin Hood, Dr Who, Merlin, Torchwood etc), of course my lovely friends, (especially Hannah & Claudia) AND THE PLACARD MAN! (F yeahhhh...)

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92 percent of the teenage population would die if Abercrombie and Fitch said that it wasn't cool to breathe anymore. Put this in your profile if you're part of the 8 percent that would be laughing your head off.

Parents spend the first part of our lives teaching us to walk and talk, and the rest of it telling us to sit down and shut up.

Its always in the last place you look...of course it is, why the hell would I keep looking after I found it?

It’s not until you're broken that you know what you're made of.

When you’re in jail a good friend will bail you out, but a best friend will be sitting right next to you saying "damn that was fun!"

People say "Guns don't kill people, People kill people!" Well, I think guns help. If you stood there and yelled Bang, I don't think you'd kill too many people. (But personally I’d rather that someone stood facing me and just yelled "bang". I’d get the point.)

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 endure

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 cries
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

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