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



This is just like anyother story toi 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 toi will meet, its about his passion for writting and how people l’amour his stories.
Who is this boy?
Why am I écriture about him?
What's so special about his stories?
You may be asking yourself those very same questions right about.................Now.
Well for me to tell toi those réponses 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 ou poem don't which yet though. Anywho if your on the liste 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 l’amour 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 jour 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 a dit “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 ou Kiss my father that would be weird. But the main idea was from that dream, I just switched it up to make it a l’amour one. So I hope toi 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...