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Hi, I am Slovak girl who loves reading and painting. My favorite Chars is Blu-Star, Blacknight and Lily. But I play the game and I do printscreens of games. Often I play WolfsQuest. I write stories but also to dedicate the picture
Favorite moviesHarry Potter,Gretel and Hensel the Witchs huntersFavorite TV showsBig Bang Teory,Two and Half menFavorite bands / musical artistsDavid GuettaFavorite booksWolf's Promise,Warriors,Harry PotterFavorite writersJ. K. RowlingováFavorite gamesBrothers in ArmsFavorite gaming platformWiiTools of the Trade?Other InterestsRead Books,Write Stories
I'm Angie. My life could not be called normal, because I am Angel. I grew wings when I was 3 years. Parents are wondering awful. Even were almost scared what's happening to me. Of course the problems and then dragged my whole life. And started kindergarten. Parents have a big problem to get hold of a nursery where they should willingness to hold such child. Mostly voiced response tips: "Your child does not have the prerequisites for our kindergarten" or "For this child is not normal! Has wings cheer up! Should go for tests, operations or kindergarten for disabled" at least they were honest. Eventually, however, found a nursery that would take me. Parents were enthusiastic and understand that such want to go there because everything was destroyed and the place where the field was posed for smokers. They left me in the nursery and I am sad there couple endured negotiations. Now I go to seventh grade. The school was a challenge as well as kindergarten. But she found a school that would take me, was in great condition, they accepted me because they had few pupils. The first edition took place indeed, strange. Because all "Oooooo she has wings. What do you have wings?" I'll tell you, listen to you hurts. In school I had a lot of genuine friends. Maybe so Samanta, but this year about to cross. In the third year I learned "magic" that showed the day that my wings disappeared. Well after sunset, as if there were still. I did not understand why me? What did I do that, I became the center of attention and ridicule. Parents started to ignore me and what touched me even more. I waited that supports me but they're not, why? Did you solve your problems alone. So I ended up alone. Once I found a puppy on the street. I took him to our home, washed, fed and put to bed and ran to school. I missed the first hour, I said that I was that I had to help someone. Teacher to take and gave me excused hour. All day I thought about what I give her name and thought Samanta, so I called her so. She became my girlfriend right, I spent with her almost all my time. Parents did not care. I started to be more confident and I found a couple of friends, but Samantha was always the first place. In sixth grade, I started lietava for power over the city. I savored the wind in your hair and happily I got back domou. Parents I'm about to say, I still would have sinned. A seventh this year was a bit overwhelming. I found a friend as he found that I had wings left me. I became even more on Samantha. Friends me out of this. And so far reads my life, I do not know what lies ahead. Well hopefully better than my childhood.