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Girr
  You are most like Girr. 
  You are a random, cute, and a little weird. 
  You are sometimes a little out there and can be weird or random. 
  Sometimes people don't even know what your saying because, of it but, you don't care. 
  You are awesome and love to be yourself :P 

Madeline
You got Madeline ..
It was a hot summer day Madeline just had to get away from her evil sibilings Carol 13 and Frank 14 they were always picking on her making her cry taking her stuff. So Madeline grabed her hat and ran outside. Madeline thought oh the tree thats a great place to go. So she went to her tree only to be met face to face with her older sister Carol .. "hello little brat" Carol said. Madeline screamed at her " Leave me alone !! i don't wanna be near you go away !" Madeline climbed up her tree but Carol followed her up. "Leave me Alone !!" Madeline screamed again and climbed all the way up the 30 foot tall tree but Carol didn't stop she climbed up to the top and said to Madeline "I hate you .. you're 7 years old mama loves you more than me ! You're prettier ! You're spoiled ! You're a brat ! I'm gonna get rid of you onceand for all !!" Madeline screamed "No st--" but it was too late Carol pushed her out of the tree all you heard was pure silence till you heard the crack of Madeline's head and neck as it hit the ground at the bottom of the tree. 
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A month later everyone thought Madeline just fell out of the tree everyone believed Carol's story but Madeline knew that Carol was lying and just couldn't let her get away with it. She just couldn't ...
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Carol was getting ready for bed when she heard the scream of her little sister.. well her dead little sister.. the one she killed.. the one named Madeline. She turned around to see who it was when she turned she saw Madeline standing there her green emerald eyes glowing. Madeline stood there staring in silence and screaming occasionally night after night after night for months until Carol couldn't take it she finally took a knife to her own neck and slit it. 

Gregory
Gregory was a boy that loved being active. He was into sports of pretty much any kind. He was a pretty popular kid at school but mostly because he wasn't a jerk to anyone. He died when he was 15. He was always trying to make others happy and if he couldn't make them happy or meet there expectations he got depressed, but he wouldn't let anyone know because he didn't want to bring them down. He just bottled up all of his bad emotions inside. His parents where rich and expected him to be perfect. One day he came home late. His dad asked him why he was late. He didn't want to say that it was because he had hooked up with a girl, the girl he had liked for three years now. So he made something up, anything and he said the first thing that came to mind, "I had to sure detention today for pushing some one into the lockers." His dad shook his head slowly, "I thought you where above that son." and he walked away. Gregory instantly knew it was a mistake to tell his dad a lie so he ran after his dad to tell him the truth. "Dad, that's not really what happened. You see I hooked up with a girl after school today, the one I have liked for three years." This didn't go over well at all. His dad's face turned bright red like he was going to explode. "First you tell me a lie then you tell me you hooked up with a whore? Who are you and what have you done with my respectable son!" His dad yelled and stormed out of the house. His mom walked into the room and she had already heard everything. She gave him a cold hard stair and left the room. Everything was quiet, too quiet. Gregory started thinking about all the things he had done wrong in his life. The time when he could have made the winning score in soccer, when he could have won a race in track, when he could have done better on a test...the list went on and on and he had let his parents down. He wen into the bathroom and took the caps off of several different bottles of pills and he took three out of each not bothering to see what he was taking. He overdosed on everything he could find. He went to bed and cried himself to sleep. He never woke up again. 

A few years later you moved into that house and you got his room. He felt a connection with you that he couldn't quite put his finger on. He follows you where ever you go and he protects you from anyone that might be out to hurt you. He holds your hand when you feel down trying to make you feel better. (if your a guy then he doesn't do that unless you want him too.)