User:MissVoltron

HOLO!

'''I am MissVoltron! And before u read anymore, know that I LITERALLY CAN NOT SPELL. So I’m sorry!'''

About Me❤️= About me:


 * I draw! I can try to draw something for you, can’t promise a great turn out tho...


 * LOVE How To Train Your Dragon! I love it soooo much! when I saw movie Three I cried the whole time just because it was the last movie. On February 2nd I got to see there early showing of How to Train Your Dragon 3 it was amazing!


 * LOVE Harry Potter! Ima Gryffindor! My mom convinced me to try it in 4th grade!


 * LOVE Voltron! I ship Kacxa! Haven’t seen it? You should, it’s a remake of an old version that my dad watched when he was a kid and he loves this one even more!


 * LOVE KOTLC! like who doesn't’!? 😜


 * LOVE The Sky Fall series bye Shannon Messenge!


 * LOVE The Selection series bye Keira Cass! And her other book The Siren!


 * LOVE The Fairytale Reform school series bye Jen Calonita! It’s an elementary series that I still love even now!

Wikis I follow:
 * Sophitz
 * Legacy
 * Sokeefe
 * Abilities
 * Shannon Messenger

Check out my blogs! There not all great but I MIGHT have some that MIGHT interest you! KOTLC🌸=

Now I actually found KOTLC kinda randomly. One day I was looking at a reading app for a new book and I stumbled across NIGHTFALL so if any of you don’t remeber the first chapter it’s down there and you will se why I got attached.

if I were an elf
 * My fav desert would be ripplefluffs
 * I would totally have my own pet imhp and it would be teal!
 * I don’t think there clothes would bother me as long as I get to wear some sort of pants
 * my abilities are Telepath, Psionipaths and Polglot (I took the tests 😉)

My Ships

Lylie!

and possibly Stinex, MarellIex, Keefella, I’m not totally sure on those ones just yet!

Just let me love them both! 😋Or

Pls read☮️=

See that girl you just called fat? She is starving herself. You know that girl you just called ugly? She spends hours putting on make-up hoping people will like her. That boy you just tripped? He is abused enough at home. See that old man you made fun of cause of the 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 cause his family is too poor. That guy you just made fun of for crying? His mother is dying.
 * Dear bullies,


 * Re-Post this if you are against bullying. I bet many of you won't. Your life is probably not as harsh as theirs, or you're just too lazy. Take it as a challenge. You'd be surprised how many people this affects, positively and negatively. A few clicks of your mouse may just save a life, or bring a smile.

I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a Cashier hand this little boy some money back.
 * Please read-true story (This did not happen to me, I copy/pasted it.)

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 after all, 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 with out 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 news paper 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 news paper 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 for ever. 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, or 2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart CLUBS!🤩=

My friends!🎉= ( Would love to be your friend!)

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still learning a lot about the wiki, sooo bare with with me pls!