I'm 11 years old. Born 04-26-01 at midnight. Don't you just love art and writing and the great feeling of it? Well I do...
Lava that is fire Red. That is what I saw today. The Island explodes. Oh, I hear screaming. People still on the Island. Can't control myself. Uh, What should I do. Oh no, rescue them. Help -them.
I was thinking of writing a story. I still need some ideas (which you can comment). Here's Chapter 1 ( not full yet) : One night Daisha and her friend Diana went out for a walk. It was midnight.
Combine a color you realy hate and the name of someone you hate = Crayon name Purple Selena-Gomez (that was mine) I think it's supposed to kind of mean "pukey Selena" :) LOL Great color right.
If you mix the words... Purple + Blue = Blurple Red + Pink = Rind Got any other ideas. Comment the ideas and just comments!.
Hope is unpredictable. It can be happy or sad. Good or bad. It helps us get through hard times. Hope is a needed everyday material. We hope for lots of things.
Joy is like a newborn baby. It can be unpredictable at times. You never know when joy will give you strength and happiness. There Is alot more joy can do. Joy....