Bullying Sucks

Hi everyone.

Now, to start, I was bullied at school, and now I'm home-schooled. And yes, that means that I won't be bullied now and my life is not a living hell anymore. But I only have one friend now and I don't get to see her much.

No, I didn't lose any friends due to home-school, I lost someone who I thought was my best friend. Then, one day, she was really mean to me. For some reason I was no longer cool enough to be her friend anymore. First, she had one of her new friends say that to me, then she told me to my face, herself. She just threw me under a bus, so to speak. It did not take to long after she did this for me to find out (with the help of my Editor, the Mistress of a Mythspent Youth) to finlly see that she had been mean to me in ways I had not seen before.

Well, getting back on topic, don't bully anyone. It does NOT make you cool, it makes you a jerk. Also, it DOES make life a living hell for someone else. To bully someone makes as much sense to me as war, (which makes no sense at all.) Watch this video.

Warrior Cats Are Made of Awesome

Hi everyone! I found this book, it's new to me and it is about cats that live in clans. Thunder clan is where our main character Rusty/Firepaw/Fireheart is, and the other clans are Wind, River and Shadow. Read the book, it's really good. Oh, and the cats call humans "twolegs". Yay for Warrior Cats the book! (By the way, the book is actually called Warriors.)

I can't say it's for everyone, because some people may not like it. But I say give it a go to see if you like it. If you don't, it's ok, you just have a different taste for books than I do. But if you do like the books, tell me in the comments which clan you think you would be in and if you would be a Medicine Cat, an Apprentice or a Warrior; or maybe you're an Elder, or soon to be Leader. Would you work in the nursery and help take care of the kits or would you be a kittypet or maybe a loner?

Well, I would be the Wind clan's Medicine cat or Medicine cat in training. I wish you luck, happy hunting, oh, one more thing...

TIGER, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies	5
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?	10
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp	15
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?	20
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?