This account is no longer active. Farewell, Fictionpress! I'll miss you! And Goodbye to all my followers and those that commented/ read my stories! You helped me become the better writer I am today!

However, I am still on Wattpad. Here is the link to the account if you would like to check it out: http://www.wattpad.com/user/DarkAngelGal

GOODBYE!

REASONS TO JOIN THE DARK SIDE (If you wish to join add this list to your profile):

1. We have cookies (last I checked there was hot chocolate AND ICE CREAM too)

2. Meet the recruitment bunny!

3. You get a cool dark cape that covers your whole body!

4. You get a really cool crazy laugh! Practice with me people: MWA HAHAHAHA cough cough!

5. You get to walk out of shadows mysteriously and freak out the good guy!

6. One word: UNDERLINGS! Someone to get things for you when you're too lazy to do them yourself... Now that's the life

7. Money Money Money : Ever notice that we are usually much richer than the good guys?

8. (Reason I joined) Does there have to be a reason? The dark side is fun! -Flails arms-

Random Qoutes

Everyone's weird in their own way; so calling me weird is actually a compliment. It means I have originality to myself, unlike the rest of you robots! Copy and paste onto your profile if you're not one of the brainwashed!

Most people would be offended if someone asked them what was wrong with their mind. Copy this into your profile if you would be one of the few people that would answer, "where to begin?"

If you talk back to the TV or a book, copy this into your profile.

Ninety-five percent of the kids out there are concerned with being popular and
fitting in. If you're part of the five percent who aren't, copy this, put it in
your profile.

If you are weird, insane, crazy, odd, not-normal, a freak of nature, psychotic,
random or anything similar, put this in your profile.

If you have your own little world, copy and paste this into your profile.

If you're in love with a character that doesn't even exist, copy this into your
profile.

If you hear voices of the characters in your head...copy and paste this on your
profile.

If there are times when you just want to annoy people for the hell of it... copy
and paste this into your profile.

There's nothing wrong with arguing with yourself. It's when you argue with
yourself and LOSE when it's weird... Copy and paste this into your profile if
you agree.

If you have ever pushed on a door that said pull or vise versa copy this into
your profile.

If you think that being unique is better than being cool then put this on your
profile.

.eliforp ruoy otni siht etsap dna ypoc ,sdrawkcab siht daer ot hguone trams era
uoy fI

If you like to write, copy/paste this into your profile

If you spend multiple hours each day reading or writing or a combination of
both...copy and paste this on your profile.

If you read people's profiles looking for things to copy and paste into your
profile, copy and paste this into your profile.

V...Put this A...On your M...Profile P...If I...You R...Support E... The S... Creatures Of The Night

The white man said, "Colored people are not allowed here." The black man turned around and stood up. He then said: "Listen sir...when I was born I was BLACK, When I grew up I was BLACK, When I'm sick I'm BLACK, When I go in the sun I'm BLACK, When I'm cold I'm BLACK, When I die I'll be BLACK. But you sir, When you're born you're PINK,When you grow up you're white, When you're sick, you're GREEN, When you go in the sun you turn RED, When you're cold you turn BLUE, And when you die you turn PURPLE. And you have the nerve to call me colored?" The black man then sat back down and the white man walked away.Post this on your profile to stop racism.

Sad

I was walking around in a store. I saw a cashier hand this little boy his money back saying "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 5 minutes while she went to look around. 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 this Christmas. She was so sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her." I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus will bring it to her after all, 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. "What if we checked again, just in case you do have enough money?'' "OK" he said "I hope that I 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 yesterday before I slept for God to make sure I have enough money to buy this doll so that mommy can give it to my sister. He heard me!" Pause. "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 came again 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: 2 days ago, which mentioned of a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car, where there was one young lady 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-assisting machine, because the young lady would not be able to recover from the coma. Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young lady 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 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 this 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 you. Have a heart.