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Ok, to get the story strait, I'll tell you a little about the setting...

I am one of the only catholics at my school and I stand out like crazy. Half of the school is wicka (or into witchcraft and the black arts). Most of the school, including the wicka, are Baptists (no offense to baptists. I'm trying to say facts not opinions). The rest are either methodists (who are usually pretty cool but still never talk to me) or are 'other'. To put it frankly, some woman declared herself a prophet and said catholics are evil and Revelations said were are the anti Christ even though (face it) Catholics wrote the Bible 400 years after Catholicism was established and Catholicism came before any other denominations.

For all I know, she may be right, but it's not Revelations now and I'm not the one running out of a room screaming at the sight of a cross. ((Again, just stating facts, not trying to hurt anyone's feelings))

Also, it's Alabama. As you know, There were several civil war battles near where I live because (again I'm not trying to offend anyone) Alabama was where the confederate capital was located. So there were several civil war battles and whatnot. In fact, my school is named after a civil war battle that occurred near there, and there are marked and unmarked graves on campus. I myself live near three graveyards. And it took three times blessing the house before they finally left me alone. This place isn't supposed to be haunted and no sightings have occurred... except around me. Why? I don't know. Just happens.

Now to understand some stuff about me:

I, once upon a time, was a normal happy-go-lucky type of person. What happened? lots. Either way, I gave up fitting in around third grade because no matter what I did, no one talked to me and ran away when I tried talking to them. My 'best friend' stabbed me in the back and my other friend turned wicka and was mad at me because I was against it. As you can see, I get rather lonely. I had one boyfriend. He wasn't the best looking, but I thought he was smart and understood me. He ended up prying me open until I admitted to all of the stuff happening to me. Then he said something that ticked me off and I broke up with him. He was in the attitude of 'how dare I break up with him.' and (I quote. He said it twice) "I have every right to make you miserable because you had no right to break up with me."

So I'm rather solitary. My family thinks I'm suicidal and my boyfriend tried to turn the school against me. ((And he was surprisingly succeeding.)) Everyone else thinks I'm crazy. Dead serious. I walked into walmart and people went around screaming. Same happens at school, but after awhile, it went to angry glares. And with all of this weird stuff happening to me, I usually spend time at church or on the computer.

I tend to be open minded and optimistic about my life. I'm rather laid back and after I go to collage, I'm leaving here and not coming back for a looooooooooooooooooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnng time!

((Wow... I'm kinda embarrassed. This is the first time I'm putting out my life story. I mean, I never tell people about this type of stuff... ))

((Here's the one I posted in Sam's thread. ))

So I'm at school and the lights go out. It's pitch black and I my eyes adjusted fast. So everyone was thinking 'what on earth was going on?' So I walk out of the room. So the teacher sends me to go to the office to see what was wrong. So I walk into the hallway, and suddenly I trip over something. The next thing I realize, I'm walking on the ceiling. So I yelled. "What the hell!" And I fall of the ceiling and the breath gets knocked out of me. I start hearing laughing. I realize what it is and kind roll my eyes. So I go to the office, and no one is there. So naturally I head back to the classroom. And then i was kinda thinking how weird. So I start looking in the class rooms and no one was in them. I suddenly started getting this disturbing gut feeling, and instantly I knew what it was. It was demonic joy. You know, like when you do something really really really mean to someone and it feels so good. That. So I start following it to the source and It was still school time and I was starting to think I was dreaming this, until I walk into a classroom with the lights on. They were playing with a Ogi board or whatever those things are called that puts evil spirits into your body. And what's worse is that my school (Buckhorn, named after the skirmish of Buckhorn Tavern during the civil war) has a confederate graveyard nearby but no one knows where it is because they never marked the graves. In other words, there are lots of evil spirits around. So I get ticked because the whole thing was caused by a group of stupid teenagers that were dealing with witchcraft, and what is always worse, no one would believe me cause it's spiritual and most people can't see or feel spirits. So I did the first thing I thought of. I kicked the bored. They started screaming at me and jumped out the window like a bunch of little demons and left me with the stinking thing. So I pick it up and it burns my hand. So I drop it, I look around and found a book of matches and cigarettes that one of them dropped. I left the cigarettes cause there was a name on it, then I lit one of the matches and burned the bored and matches. After that, I stomped it out and walked out of the room. So then I started walking on the ceiling again, but I ignored it and walked towards the office. Suddenly, I fell off the roof again and everything went back to normal. Then the guys who were messing with the bored got blamed for trying to catch the school on fire and got expelled. And the funny thing is, that absolutely no time changed and I never appeared in any of the images. In fact, the teacher that sent me to go to the office didn't even remember me being there that day the next day.

((This one was in littlelittle_worm's thread but I edited it a little. I was talking to Odin when I originally wrote these.))

I had a dream not to long ago about me talking to God about my perfect man. I've only had one boyfriend and he turned out to be completely rotten xp . So I have this dream that I'm in school and this exchange student starts talking to me. I really liked him to. And for some reason I remember it being science class. So I go home and my parents get mad at me and I take the car and leave. I go to Starbucks, even though coffee's to hard on my stomach. And I get a cup of tea. And suddenly he's here. We start talking, I have a spill about my past, he said he has similar problems with feeling like no one understands. I start to like him. He kisses me on the lips and leaves. Later we're back at school and apparently months passed and it's his last day. He said he loved me. Not like, loved. I start stuttering and right before I tell him I love him to, he starts laughing. I ask "what's so funny?" He tells me he can't believe I didn't figure it out yet. I suddenly realize that he's a demon. (Great stare ) So I try to bind him, and he tells me he's a demon lord and you can't bind them unless you know their names. I was thinking 'oh crap!' So then he calls me Michael and said he found my weakness. Then he threw me in a cage and I got out. That was it... That was the end. But the weird thing is that the only Michael I know is St. Michael the Archangel... weird, yes. And I'm also mortified that I kissed him, even if it was a dream...

((This post is after reading all of that.))

woooooow eek

Yes I had to make three posts. I feel sorry for Lea, that she has such a gift and no one around her recognizes it. I#m also thinking that I'm a heartless demon o-0 but im sure i dont have other demonic powers than seduction.

I wish I could be Lea's friend sweatdrop Her story is like a good book or a really good movie.

Thank you. Oh its only me that thinks of myself as bad and thats because im living with myself and see nothng to be proud of. *huggles* Thanks though, you're so sweet.

*hugs* x3

I'm displeased that no one else has commented on it u-u
I just love the subject being you.