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Biography
Joined Nov '14

Yeah... only a few things.

1. I am not a very good writer. I am a lazy perfectionist who would rather be reading. So when it comes to my writings, any and all books or updates should and SHALL be worshiped.

2. I like/love anime. I am still pretty new to it. Haven't even finished Naruto, which I started TWO years ago. I do know what yaoi, yuri, and most of that stuff is. Will I say this out loud in the Real World? Hell No! Manga is also pretty awesome. If you know some good ones I'd love to heard them!

3. I am better at coming up with ideas for stories, NOT WRITING THEM, LOOK AT NUMBER ONE. *ahhem* so feel free to ask for ideas.(imaginative mind)

4.I have two younger siblings so I may mention them unknowingly.

5. want stories or a follower on wattpad? search me on wattpad. lavanderbunny. not kidding.

6. I am in middle school. Doing virtual school. ON MY COMPUTER ALL DAY. please be my friend... its lonely. and my family is as annoying as pop- up adds.

7. I am a beginning artist. Also do archery, painting, and forced babysitting.

8. anyone who reads the numbering part, and watches soul eater should know why I put this number. Symmetry.

9. Since I read a LOT, feel free to send me a link to your favorite books. I WILL READ THEM.

OH FOR ANYONE WHO READS THIS, AND DOES D-GREY MAN FAN FICTIONS. PLEASE DO A KITTY ALLEN X KANDA! ADORABLE!!!! OR A PRUCAN ONE TOO!

and OMFG, i KNOW my username is misspelled. It makes you think and adds character. (Lol. Spell check just tried to say, the correct spelling was Vanderbilt. DA F#CK! how is that ANYWHERE CLOSE to lavanderbunny?!)

(BTW I tried to keep it short for ya)

Did you know the average American only reads 3 books a year? If you don't believe that it's even possible to read that little, copy and paste this onto your profile.

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A 15 year old girl holds hands with her 1 year old son. People call her a slut. No-one knows she was raped at 13. People call a girl fat. No-one knows she has a serious disease which causes her to be over weight. People call an old man ugly. No-one knows he had a serious injury to his face while fighting for our country in the war. Repost this if you're against bullying and stereotyping. 95% of you won't.

Justin Bieber falls off a building. 90% of the girls are crying. 9% are watching while eating popcorn. 1% are pushing Justin off the building. If you are part of that 9 or 1%, copy and paste this into your profile. (I'm Part of the 1%)

Dear bullies,

See that boy doing his homework in homeroom? Last night, he talked his friend out of suicide.

See that girl you just called fat? She is starving herself.

See that old man you made fun of because of his ugly scars? He fought for our country.

See that young boy you just made fun of for always being sick? He has to walk home in the snow because his family is too poor.

See that girl you made fun of for wearing lots of make-up? You bullied her for being ugly without it, too.

Re-Post this if you are against bullying. I bet 95% of you won't. Your life would probably not be as harsh as theirs.

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 that

mommy 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 (I did not write this, I reposted. I hope you do the same...)

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