Like hi. This is Cupcake1235

Name: Marta

Surname: not telling

Address: if you really looked here your a pedo.

Gender: Female

Age: Guess! Hint: between 12 and 14. .

Birthday: 8th November,

if your name is actually Cupcake1235 then 1. sorry for using it. 2.your parents are really creative.

i have other accounts on Fanfiction.net on both accounts i'm called Cupcake1235. My stories are for you to enjoy. Sorry if my stories disappoint you, i'm writing them to improve my English. Take account that i just like 3 years ago learned the English language . I'll try to update my stories as soon as possible. Review!!!!

I, as a terrible writer must say that the ideas for my every story are not mine at all, well maybe. They all belong to a voice inside of m head. The name of the person is still unknown to me, though i can say that its a female voice so i'm guessing it's a she. And that she's a stuck up B*H!!!!! Who has a liking for only one of my friends (not the like-like way-_-)

When she starts speaking its either for an idea or a good descriptive sentence, or to say some nasty comments about my best friends. Trust me it happened before.

Even though she's a terrible voice to be stuck inside of me, i guess i'm very great-full to her.

Now this is where the copy and paste begins...

PLEASE READ.

I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a cashier hand this little boy some money back.

The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.

The cashier said, "I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll."

Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?''

The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''

Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly.

The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.

"It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."

I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her afterall, and not to worry.

But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there."

His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''

My heart nearly stopped.

The little boy looked up at me and said: "I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall."

Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me "I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me. I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister."

Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. "Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''

"OK," he said, "I hope I do have enough." I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.

The little boy said: "Thank you God for giving me enough money!"

Then he looked at me and added, "I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so thatmommy could give it to my sister. He heard me!''

"I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''

"My mommy loves white roses."

A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.

I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.

Then I remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl.

The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away.

I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.

She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.

I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.

Now you have 2 choices:

1) Repost this message.

2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart

Smile. It confuses people.

I am the person, sitting in the corner, reading a book, secretly plotting your untimely demise...

If it's always in the last place you look, why does the remote never turn up in the freezer?

I didn't trip, I just decided to give the floor a hug.

I'm not insane... I just do whatever the voices tell me to.

If you're born deaf, what language do you think in?

Want to find out who your real friends are? Screw up real bad and see who's still there.

Don't tell me the sky's the limit when there's footprints on the moon!

If someone has multiple personalities and threatens to kill himself, is it considered a hostage situation?

When all else fails, lower your standards.

They always say the right guy will come along eventually; well, mine's either lost or got hit by a truck.

The best answer to any emergency situation is to run away screaming in terror.

Sorry, my fault; I forgot you were a complete idiot.

You people are the reason I need medication.

'Do not disturb', I'm disturbed enough already.

I refuse to answer your question on the grounds that I don't know the answer!

You say I'm crazy; I say I'm just bored.

Personally I think language was developed for our overwhelming need to complain.

The whole world's going to hell and I'm driving the bus!

Don't play stupid with me, I'm better at it.

Don't ask me, I'm making this up as I go.

According to my calculations... You are an idiot.

Make it idiot proof and someone will find a better idiot.

If you're gonna do something wrong, at least have fun doing it.

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