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		  <entry>
	    <title>Silver Rain Fell [part 2]</title>
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	    <issued>2007-06-27T23:04:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2007-06-27T23:04:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2007-06-27T23:04:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;">When they got back to Squallβs house, Rinoa just sat outside. She laid&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>afilover4evr</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;When they got back to Squall&#226;&#153;s house, Rinoa just sat  outside. She laid back and stared up at the clouds. She began to think very  deeply. Thinking about how her life has been over the years. Her mother  abandoned her when she was only 4 months old. Her dad got remarried to a woman  named Kris. When she was four, her original mom went to prison. Only God knows  why. When she was fourteen, her parents got in a very huge battle and divorced.  Her dad didn&#226;&#153;t have the money to take care of either of them and had to give  her up to foster care. Kris found out and adopted her. Kris had very serious  depression and was a drunk. The woman drank 24/7. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;What is wrong with the world? What is  happening? I...I need to get away from this...this everything! I need somewhere  to go where I&#226;&#153;m wanted! &lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;She started thinking so hard, she  ended up meditating. She closed everything and everyone out. Her surroundings  were absolutely silent. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;Suddenly, she found herself standing in a large ball room in  a long silver dress. &lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;I feel like a  princess... &lt;/i&gt;She took a step outside. The moon was full and you could see  every star. She started shivering. Her dress was strapless. Suddenly, she felt  a warm leather jacket slide onto her shoulders. She looked behind her and there  was Squall. &#226;&#156;Hey&#226;&#157; He smirked. &#226;&#156;I saw you shivering. It&#226;&#153;s really cold out here  why don&#226;&#153;t you come inside?&#226;&#157; &lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She smiled  and followed him in. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;They began to dance. &#226;&#156;I didn&#226;&#153;t know you could dance, Squall.&#226;&#157;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;&#226;&#156;I learned just for you.&#226;&#157; He smiled.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;In the midst of the moment, everyone broke into a panic. The  walls had just caught fire. The flames were growing closer. They engulfed  everything. Closer...closer...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;She snapped back into reality. &#226;&#156;Holy...wow....&#226;&#157; she aid to  herself. &lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;I wonder what that meant. Was it  a sign? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;div style=&quot;border-style: none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color windowtext; border-width: medium medium 1.5pt; padding: 0in 0in 1pt;&quot;&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;border: medium none ; padding: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;]]></content>
	    </entry>
		  <entry>
	    <title>Silver Rain Fell [part 1]</title>
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	    <issued>2007-06-27T23:02:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2007-06-27T23:02:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2007-06-27T23:02:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[A/N: FYI, I'm still working on the names! I'm just borrowing them for right now!!<br><br><br> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size:&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>afilover4evr</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[A/N: FYI, I'm still working on the names! I'm just borrowing them for right now!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;&#226;&#156;W-why would she do something like that to me?&#226;&#157; Rinoa asked  in tears.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;&#226;&#156;She...she&#226;&#153;s just....stupid. I&#226;&#153;m really sorry Rinoa.&#226;&#157; Squall  said.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;Great! There went ANOTHER mom... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;Rinoa thought to herself, holding in  the tears. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;It all started with a simple phone call. &lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Rrrriing. &lt;/i&gt;&#226;&#156;Hello?&#226;&#157;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;&#226;&#156;Hey Rinoa, it&#226;&#153;s Mom.&#226;&#157;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;&#226;&#156;Oh hey Mom.&#226;&#157;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;&#226;&#156;Do you know when your father is getting remarried?&#226;&#157;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;&#226;&#156;No sorry. I know he is, at sometime in his life but I don&#226;&#153;t  know when for sure, sorry.&#226;&#157;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;&#226;&#156;It&#226;&#153;s alright....Goodbye.&#226;&#157;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;&#226;&#156;Bye.&#226;&#157;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;Okay? Obsessive much? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;5 minutes later.......Rrrriing. &#226;&#156;Hello?&#226;&#157;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;&#226;&#156;You lied to me, Rinoa.&#226;&#157;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;&#226;&#156;W-what?&#226;&#157;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;&#226;&#156;You said you didn&#226;&#153;t know when he was getting married. I can&#226;&#153;t  believe you would lie to me.&#226;&#157;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;&#226;&#156;Mom, I DON&#226;&#153;T know when he&#226;&#153;s getting married.&#226;&#157;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;&#226;&#156;Well I&#226;&#153;m sick of it. I give up. I&#226;&#153;m sick of your lies. Have  a nice new life with your dad and Quistis.&#226;&#157; Click.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;That was...odd. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;Rinoa thought, confused. She texted  her mom back. &#226;&#156;What was that supposed to mean?&#226;&#157;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;&#226;&#156;I disown you.&#226;&#157;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;&#226;&#156;Why?&#226;&#157;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;&#226;&#156;Your father is just... I&#226;&#153;m leaving &#226;&#147; moving far away.  Goodbye.&#226;&#157;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;That was the end of it. Rinoa tried holding in her tears. It  was very difficult. She called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;Irvine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;, her &#226;&#156;dream guy&#226;&#157;. She couldn&#226;&#153;t even  get an &#226;&#156;I&#226;&#153;m sorry.&#226;&#157; Out of him. She began to cry and flopped down on her bed. &lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;But...why? What did I do? I can&#226;&#153;t help it  that my dad is getting remarried. I really can&#226;&#153;t. I thought she would stay my  mother forever. She can&#226;&#153;t just give up on me like that. My original mother left  me when I was an infant. I really depended on Mom.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;She decided to call Squall, one of her best friends, even  though they had only known each other a few months. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;&#226;&#156;Hello?&#226;&#157;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;&#226;&#156;Hey Squall...&#226;&#157;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;&#226;&#156;Oh, Rinoa. What&#226;&#153;s up? You sound upset.&#226;&#157;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;&#226;&#156;Well...I am.&#226;&#157;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;&#226;&#156;What&#226;&#153;s wrong?&#226;&#157;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;&#226;&#156;I don&#226;&#153;t really want to talk about it over the phone. Will  you come over?&#226;&#157;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;&#226;&#156;Yeah, sure. I&#226;&#153;ll be over in 10 minutes.&#226;&#157;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;Ten minutes later...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;&#226;&#156;Rinoa? I&#226;&#153;m here! Oh, you&#226;&#153;re in the living room.&#226;&#157;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;Rinoa explained the conversation with her mom. Squall wrapped  his arms around her and formed a tight hug. &#226;&#156;I&#226;&#153;m so sorry. I can&#226;&#153;t believe that  she would emotionally abuse you like that.&#226;&#157; Rinoa burst into tears again. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;&#226;&#156;Rinoa, usually when something bad happens, it&#226;&#153;s to someone I  really don&#226;&#153;t care about. So, right now, I really don&#226;&#153;t know what to say. I&#226;&#153;ll always  love you.&#226;&#157; That made Rinoa cry even harder. &lt;i style=&quot;&quot;&gt;I  never knew he cared that much. God, I love Squall so much. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;&#226;&#156;I&#226;&#153;m so glad we&#226;&#153;re friends. I really am.&#226;&#157;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;The door bursts open. It&#226;&#153;s Rinoa&#226;&#153;s mother and she&#226;&#153;s drunk. &#226;&#156;What...wh-*stumble*what  the hell are you two doing here?!&#226;&#157; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;&#226;&#156;I live here, Mom.&#226;&#157;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;&#226;&#156;Well, get out! I disowned you! I never want to see your  ugly face again!&#226;&#157;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;&#226;&#156;Fine! I&#226;&#153;ll leave!&#226;&#157; Rinoa starts crying.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;&#226;&#156;Quit bawling you baby! I&#226;&#153;m going to smack you if you don&#226;&#153;t  get out NOW!&#226;&#157;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;&#226;&#156;Don&#226;&#153;t lay a finger on her!&#226;&#157; Squall jumps up. &#226;&#156;C&#226;&#153;mon Rinoa.  You can stay with me.&#226;&#157;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;&#226;&#156;Okay. Let&#226;&#153;s go.&#226;&#157; Rinoa says, both eager and scared at the  same time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;As Rinoa and Squall head out to Squall&#226;&#153;s car, they hear a  loud shattering sound. It was one of the beer bottles smashing against the  pavement. Rinoa runs to Squall&#226;&#153;s car and jumps in. The car speeds off. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;&#226;&#156;W-why would she do something like that to me?&#226;&#157; Rinoa asked  in tears.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;&#226;&#156;She...she&#226;&#153;s just....stupid. I&#226;&#153;m really sorry Rinoa.&#226;&#157; Squall  said.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;&#226;&#156;It&#226;&#153;s not your fault...&#226;&#157;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;&#226;&#156;Well, it certainly isn&#226;&#153;t yours! And I don&#226;&#153;t want you to  ever think that, okay?&#226;&#157;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;&#226;&#156;Okay.&#226;&#157;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;&#226;&#156;Promise?&#226;&#157;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;&#226;&#156;Yeah...I do.&#226;&#157;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;div style=&quot;border-style: none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color windowtext; border-width: medium medium 1.5pt; padding: 0in 0in 1pt;&quot;&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;border: medium none ; padding: 0in; text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-indent: 0.5in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14pt; font-family: Amery;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;br&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;]]></content>
	    </entry>
		  <entry>
	    <title>Still workin on a title!!</title>
	    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://afilover4evr.buzznet.com/user/journal/420461/"/>
	    <id>buzznet:user:entry:id:420461</id>
	    <issued>2007-06-16T23:10:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2007-06-16T23:10:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2007-06-16T23:10:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[<P><STRONG>Sango - </STRONG>Brown haired, brown eyed girl. 16 years old. Loves DDR. Has her "head-stuck-way-too-far-up-her-tush" moments a lot.</P>
<P><STRONG>Miroku - </STRONG>Raven&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>afilover4evr</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Sango - &lt;/STRONG&gt;Brown haired, brown eyed girl. 16 years old. Loves DDR. Has her &quot;head-stuck-way-too-far-up-her-tush&quot; moments a lot.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Miroku - &lt;/STRONG&gt;Raven haired, blue eyed boy. 16 years old. Loves Sango. Never really shows it. What.An.Idiot.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;__________________________________________________________________________&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Oh Jordan, you're so amazing!&quot; Sango says sweetly. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Well, duh! Of course I am! I'm the best on the whole team...no wait, the whole school!&quot; he said boastingly.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;Miroku just sits in the bleachers, watching his one true love flirt her heart out. &lt;EM&gt;REALLY! WHAT does she see in him?! Sure he has &quot;looks&quot; ...barely... but he's dumb as a freaking box of rocks! Literally! In an IQ test the rocks would do better! And he's not funny AT ALL! And he sucks at soccer! Ugh! &lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Hey, let's play the Insecure game!&quot; Jordan says coyly.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Uhm...okay...&quot;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;Jordan puts his hand on Sango's knee. &quot;Nervous yet?&quot;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;...No.&quot; &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;Jordan goes a little higher. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;How about now?&quot;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;*sigh* ummmm.....n-no.&quot; she studders.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;His hand is now at her waist. &quot;How about now?&quot; He grins evilly.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;Sango takes a deep breath and thinks for a moment. &quot;. . . n-n-n-no.&quot;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;Jordan sticks his hand up her shirt and starts kissing her. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;Sango tries to push him off, but nothing.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;Miroku gets up. He's going to defend his love! &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Jordan! You freaking idiot! What the HELL are you doing to her?!&quot; Miroku yells.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;...&quot;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Look a gullibe!&quot; Miroku shouts.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;Jordan looks around paranoid. &lt;EM&gt;Great, he's distracted...dumbass. &lt;/EM&gt;Miroku uses all his might and punches the daylights out of Jordan. &lt;EM&gt;Yeah! I've been dying to do that!&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;Sango hugs Miroku. &quot;Houshi-sama! Thank you! I really just....I...I'm sorry I let that happen.&quot;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;It's okay Sango-chan. But, please, STAY away from him. I'm begging you.&quot;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Okay. But it...it's just so hard.&quot; she says sheepishly.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Well, I promised to be your protector, 9 years ago this month. I'm not letting you get hurt.&quot;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;2BC&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;/EM&gt; &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt;]]></content>
	    </entry>
		  <entry>
	    <title>No More Sorrow, I've Paid For Your Mistakes [part 1]</title>
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	    <id>buzznet:user:entry:id:244731</id>
	    <issued>2007-05-19T11:40:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2007-05-19T11:40:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2007-05-19T11:40:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[<P>The Beginning ----</P>
<P>&nbsp;</P>
<P>I'm Jessica. I'm 14 now and here's how my life has been...</P>
<P>When I was born, I was 6&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>afilover4evr</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[&lt;P&gt;The Beginning ----&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;I'm Jessica. I'm 14 now and here's how my life has been...&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;When I was born, I was 6 weeks early. My entire body fit into my mother's hands. 2 of her fingers vertically were wider than my diaper and she has small hands. I had pnuemonia 1 week after I was born. I was really cute though. :) &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;When I was 6 months old, my mom left my dad and I. Which sucked because he had to pay the bills and he had like no money. ANYWAY, shortly after she left, she came to my dad to pick me up. She told him we were going to take pictures at Wal*Mart and would be back by 8. Well 8 o' clock came by and I still wasn't home. My dad just thought &lt;EM&gt;Well that's okay I guess. Jessica probably got tired and fell asleep so Heather is keeping her over. &lt;/EM&gt;WRONG. Heather had gotten on a bus with me to Vegas from Murietta, CA where my dad was. He had no idea. Well the next day came and he couldn't get a hold of Heather. And he was a little bit freaked out. Well, a few months came by before the police FINALLY did something about it and took me back. My dad was so mad that he took me clear to South Dakota. There he met a woman named Joy. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;Joy and my dad got married when I was 3. Heather was never in my life until I was 8. In 3rd grade, we moved in to a nice neighborhood and there I met one of my best friends, Jade. He was always really cool and his brother Smith was really funny. They were my neoghbors and we had lots of fun. We would switch off some days. I would go to their house for about an hour and play Champions Of Norrath and then they would come to my house and play Champions Of Norrath. In 5th grade, Jade got a girlfriend named Kris. She was pretty cool too. We would all hang out and be retarded. Good times. They are still together!&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;When I was 8, Heather came to visit me. At first I didn't understand who she was. She never called on my birthday or anything. She was always in Mexico or something like that. Whatever. She's always been mad that I called Joy &quot;mom&quot; and not her.&lt;/P&gt;]]></content>
	    </entry>
		  <entry>
	    <title>Blackened Skies Turned Gray part 3</title>
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	    <id>buzznet:user:entry:id:118325</id>
	    <issued>2007-02-15T22:22:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2007-02-15T22:22:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2007-02-15T22:22:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[<P>**I'm sorry if this one offends anyone becuase it's kindaish religious! I apologize deeply if I offend anyone. Although...I only&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>afilover4evr</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[&lt;P&gt;**I'm sorry if this one offends anyone becuase it's kindaish religious! I apologize deeply if I offend anyone. Although...I only have like, 1 reader so...&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;That night Kristina goes home with you and you go to youth group. She was going to do something with Jade, but he had to go on tour and he was pissed. You get there about an hour early and you can't do anything because you were dropped off and neither of you had jackets. You two went in and just kinda wandered for a bit but got bored. She started creeping around the corners like a spy and you two continued that until you went through the church at least once. You were on your second round and this man that worked there said that if you two were here for youth group, even though you were early, you needed to go in. You two went in and the youth pastor Bryan asked you two to leave so he could get ready. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;You sighed and sat at the top of the stairs and waited for people to show up. You yelled &quot;Happy Valentine's Day!!&quot; to everyone that walked by. Julia showed up with her boyfriend Matt. They looked so happy together. She had a huge teddy bear in her arms and I assumed it was from Matt. Later, Autumn shows up and sits across from you. She is begging you and Kristina to go downstairs but neither of you want to. Kyle shows up and sits across from you, taking Autumn's spot. He looks at you and says, &quot;I bet the flowers were from Jared!!&quot; Autumn looks at him and goes, &quot;No! He didn't! Believe me. Besides, he likes LINDSAY! duh!&quot; She says, pissed off. She begs again for us to go downstairs and we all told her that we wanted to stay put and if she wanted to go downstairs, she could. She walked down the stairs mad. You ask her why she was mad and she says it's becuase you 3 ditched her. You go back upstairs. Later, you, Kyle, and Kristina head downstairs after Bryan comes up looking for you. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;You all sit on the floor, talking to Autumn. Kristina stops talking to Autumn to talk to Payton for a minute, and Autumn just gets up, mad, and sits on the other side of the room. You look at her puzzled and she just stares at you. During the discussion, you were talking to Kyle and Kristina the whole time. Mostly Kristina though, because Kyle was out of whispering distance. Whenever he thought he heard his name, he would scoot around the corner, pretending to be hurt. After the main discussion, you end up crying because you know that Autumn is pissed and she's talking about you. You think that she thinks you're crying becuase Jared wasn't your valentine.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;After all the discussions, and praying, you, Kristina, and Kyle sit on one of the couches. You know that Autumn's talking about you becuase you heard your name. And to make it worse, she's clear on the other side of the room. You could either hear really sharply, or she talks too loud, or both. Kyle gets up, mad, because you were still crying and Autumn was just giving us pissed off looks, and starts to walk over to her to defend you. He stops himself. &quot;You're in church Kyle!&quot; he says to himself. It's times like those that you just want to throw your arms around him and go &quot;I love you!&quot; There was this weird rule against hugging at church though, so you just told him you loved him.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;To be continued. . .&lt;/P&gt;]]></content>
	    </entry>
		  <entry>
	    <title>Blackened Skies Turned Gray part 2</title>
	    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://afilover4evr.buzznet.com/user/journal/118083/"/>
	    <id>buzznet:user:entry:id:118083</id>
	    <issued>2007-02-15T15:35:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2007-02-15T15:35:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2007-02-15T15:35:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[<P>Sorry the last one sucked!!This one probably does too!! (and yes annasophia goes to my school. It's not that big&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>afilover4evr</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[&lt;P&gt;Sorry the last one sucked!!This one probably does too!! (and yes annasophia goes to my school. It's not that big of a deal, i'm not much of a fan anyway)&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;You wake up at 6:45 AM and roll out of bed. You're looking forward to today, but no matter what's gonna happen that day, you were NOT a morning person. You stop in the bathroom and turn on your straight iron. You look at your phone and it says Wed Feb 14. You stare at it, confused for a minute. &lt;EM&gt;Ohhhh!! It's valentine's day!!! &lt;/EM&gt;you say to yourself. You put on some dark gray pants with a white shirt that has red hearts and black polkadots on it. You walk into the bathroom and brush your teeth while your straight iron beeps as it reaches the right temperature. As you straighten your hair you sigh and think about Valentine's Day. You hated it. The closest thing to a Valentine you ever had was your dad. You knew that Kenzie and Jussi had plans. You knew for sure Brooke and Marilyn had plans. They did something EVERY weekend. You had heard that Davey was taking Lizzy to Paris for Valentine's day. That was the one that really got you. You were probably going to just hang out with Amber. You would hang out with Kris, but Jade might have plans with her. You got in the car and drove to school. You and AnnaSophia Robb were the only people wearing hearts.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;History was your only class that day and you had a test. You were pretty sure you failed. That's what you get for just leaving your homework. When you were done with your test, the teacher asked you, Amber, Kenzie, Lizzy, Kris, and Jade to go to the kitchen to make baked potatoes. (why you were making potatoes, i don't know) When you got down there, Jade pulled out the plastic wrap and tied it around his neck and said, &quot;Does anyone have a red marker?&quot; Then, he ate green popcorn. ...&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;The remainder of your classes until lunch was taken up by a movie. It was called End of the Spear and it was sad and weird. Right in the middle there was an announcement. &quot;Kirsten Miller please come to the office, Kirsten to the office.&quot; Jake was sitting next to you and started going &quot;OOOOOHHHH!&quot; and everyone else joined in. There were roses on the table in a vase. The secretary said, &quot;These are for you!&quot; You look at her weird. These were COMPLETELY unexpected. &quot;Wh-who are they from?&quot; you ask her. &quot;I don't know some lady just came in and dropped them off. It wasn't anyone's mom...&quot; she says. You open the little card inside and it was cheesey but cute. It was in cursive (most likely by a woman) so you couldn't match the handwriting. It said Happy Valentine's Day. I think you're cute. &lt;EM&gt;Awww but what the heck? I don't get it! Who are they from? ahhhhhhh!!!!&lt;/EM&gt; you thought. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;The last two classes (of the day) were used up with choir and then a 9th grade VS teacher bball game. You really wanted to go and play even though you totally sucked. Of course, you weren't allowed to play if you had missing work. So, you had to stay in your homeroom and finish your work. You started to work with Brooke but she just went on about how Luke was a social retard. You never got done with your work and you never got to go to the game. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;To be continued...&lt;/P&gt;]]></content>
	    </entry>
		  <entry>
	    <title>Blackened Skies Turned Gray</title>
	    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://afilover4evr.buzznet.com/user/journal/113835/"/>
	    <id>buzznet:user:entry:id:113835</id>
	    <issued>2007-02-08T20:10:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2007-02-08T20:10:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2007-02-08T20:10:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[<P>&nbsp;The last bell rings and you run over to your friend Kristina at the other end of the hall.&nbsp; "You&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>afilover4evr</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[&lt;P&gt; The last bell rings and you run over to your friend Kristina at the other end of the hall.  &quot;You have to do it this time before he leaves!&quot; you say excitedly handing her a pen.  &quot;Okay, follow me.&quot; she says dragging you down the stairs.  You two trip on the third stair and her blonde hair whips your face.  &quot;owwww!&quot; you say rubbing your face. &quot;hehe, my bad.&quot; she says in a giggly mood.  She runs over to your other friend Kyle and throws the pen at him. &quot;Kyle, do it before he leaves.&quot; What were you doing? sadly, Kyle was going to ZAP Jared (the guy you like) and put your name on it. You would just flat out tell him, but you want to stay friends and you've been rejected before, so you had MAJOR fear of rejection. Especially since you recently got rejected by your friend Jesse. (which ended your friendship by the way) Well, he had already left, so that was over. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;     You let Kyle leave and you and Kristina headed to aftercare. (which was a day care thing at school that they had when your parents couldn't pick you up immediately) You two went outside and walked around for a bit and you were peeking in the gym doors to watch Jared and his friend Davey play basket ball. You moved away from the window so he wouldn't catch you and Kristina was still watching. Next thing you know, you hear &quot;AHHHHHHH *thud*&quot; Jared just ran at the door, which he thought he opened, but he missed and hit it. He got up smiling in embarrassment and him and Davey ran out of the gym. &quot;Well that was a little uh...weird...&quot; you said smiling. &quot;Yeah, it was...&quot; You walked around the building to the double doors in the back and tried to open them. They were locked. You and Kristina were staring at a wallet in the middle of the hallway. You wanted to go get it. &quot;I bet it's Davey's.&quot; you say. &quot;Yeah, I'm sure because it's not like Jared to have a wallet. Plus he was wearing gym shorts, i don't think they had pockets.&quot; Kristina said. She ran over to the after-care ladies and asked them if she could get the wallet. They said yes of course and let us in. We picked it up and opened it. We couldn't figure out who it belonged to at first because there was a picture of the Geico gecko covering his ID. You move it and you both stop and say &quot;Jared.....!!&quot; You look for pictures of his girlfriend in his wallet. &quot;Nope none, tsk tsk tsk&quot; Kris says. &quot;Yeah, but I hate Lindsay so...&quot; You say a bit mad. You go to the elemntary and you walk right past Jared's mom's room. (she's a preschool teacher and when he's not playing bball, he's in there) and you see him run in and yell &quot;HI MOM!!!!&quot; You and Kris just stop and start cracking up. You both walk in to see him on the computer. He's sitting on someone and you can't figure out who it is. You look a bit harder and it's his mom. &quot;Well that's a little awkward!&quot; you whisper to Kris. &quot;Here, we have your wallet.&quot; she says tossing it to him. &quot;WOAH! thanks! I didn't know I lost it!&quot; he says happily. You smile and your both just kinda staring at him. &quot;Uh...yeah, so we're gonna leave now...&quot; you say pulling Kristina out. You two head back to reveal your moms, standing there, waiting to pick you up. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;     You say your good-bye's for the day and leave. When you get home, you flop on the bed. You don't want to do your homework at all. You have absolutley NO motivation. You quickly do your math and just leave the rest. You go into the other room and get on your laptop. You log on to hotmail and you see a message from Jared. Your heart skips. You didn't even know he had an email and you wanted to know how he got yours. You open it and it says &quot;Hey thanks for returning my wallet...especially with everything still in it ;) Yeah i know you were looking for pics of lindsay but there were none cuz we broke up =o . oh well sucks to be her. I dumped her. i don't know why i ever liked her. so...see ya&quot;  You were REALLY happy to see that they weren't together anymore. You screamed and headed to bed. Tomorrow was gonna be another day...&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;to  be continued dun dun dun&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;(btw, yes, i get a lot of my inspiration from kristina (jaderoxmysox) and her stories that she's been doing)&lt;/P&gt;]]></content>
	    </entry>
		  <entry>
	    <title>Another part of the story i started...sorry idk when to make a new paragraph lol</title>
	    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://afilover4evr.buzznet.com/user/journal/80839/"/>
	    <id>buzznet:user:entry:id:80839</id>
	    <issued>2006-12-02T23:32:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2006-12-02T23:32:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2006-12-02T23:32:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Itβs a Saturday and itβs your sweet 16.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </SPAN>Your cell phone rings&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>afilover4evr</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;     It&#226;&#153;s a Saturday and it&#226;&#153;s your sweet 16.&lt;SPAN style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Your cell phone rings on the nightstand next to your bed.&lt;SPAN style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;You keep your eyes closed and hit the snooze button on your alarm clock.&lt;SPAN style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;Half an hour later, that same annoying ringing sound wakes you up.&lt;SPAN style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;You look at your clock and it&#226;&#153;s already 10AM.&lt;SPAN style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;You finally realize that it&#226;&#153;s your phone making all the ruckus&#226;&#166;it&#226;&#153;s your best friend Harmony.&lt;SPAN style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;You answer, &#226;&#156;hmmm&#226;&#166;hello?&#226;&#157;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&#226;&#156;Hey! Happy birthday! Sorry, did I wake you up?&#226;&#157;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;She asks innocently.&lt;SPAN style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&#226;&#156;Yeah, but that&#226;&#153;s okay.&#226;&#157; You reply half annoyed but half happy to talk to her. &#226;&#156;Ok, I know you aren&#226;&#153;t really doing anything for your b-day, so I&#226;&#153;m taking you somewhere. I know you&#226;&#153;ll love it, there&#226;&#153;s no question about that!&#226;&#157; She replies excitedly.&lt;SPAN style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&#226;&#156;Where are you taking me?&#226;&#157; you ask eagerly. &#226;&#156;Well&#226;&#166;I got us 2 FRONT ROW tickets and backstage passes to see AFI tonight!!&#226;&#157; She practically screams.&lt;SPAN style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;You fall off your bed with excitement. &#226;&#156;Are you serious?! Oh my god!! I can meet JADE!!&#226;&#157; you squeal.&lt;SPAN style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&#226;&#156;Okay!!! I&#226;&#153;ll pick you up at 6! I have to go. See you later! *squee*&#226;&#157; she hangs up. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;     You jump out of bed and just dance around for a minute. You are so excited because, sadly, you've never been to an AFI concert. Your mom always said Davey was too &quot;scary&quot; with his tattoos and that she though Jade was gay.  To you, those were the lamest excuses you've ever heard.  Since you're now 16, you can go to whatever concert you want.  You hop in the shower and start singing Love Like Winter.  Half way through the song, you realize that you actually get to meet Jade. !!  You start singing Miss Murder excitedly, not realizing how loud you are. You hear your younger brother pounding at the door. &quot;Shut up! This is my sleep-in day!!&quot; &lt;SPAN style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt; You sigh and get out.  You're done anyway.  You put on just a pair of sweatpants and a shirt.  You have a feeling that you have clothes waiting for you downatairs.  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;     You go downstairs and there's a colorful Happy Birthday bag with green tissue paper hanging out of it.  You tear out the tissue. You find the AFI shirt that you've been eyeing at Hot Topic for months now.  Under the shirt are those vintage jeans that you wanted, but were afraid to get them because they were $80.00.  You rush to your room to change. After that, you decide that, to get your energy out, you should play Dance Dance Revolution.  You turn it on and find your level.  You've been playing for a year and you're on Standard mode.  After about 7 songs, non-sotp, you decide to take a short break.  You start again, this time on Dance Master Mode, and again you stop to take a break. It's already 2. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;     You turn of the game and hop on your bed with your laptop.  As you sign into AIM, you realize that your friend Caleb has just signed on. (Caleb is 17. You don't know him in real life, but you've called him AND had a video convo with him. You're pretty sure he's really 17. You talk like you've known each other since kindergarten.  You would go meet him but he lives in loisiana and you live in colorado.) You: Yes you're on!!!   Caleb: Yay! we're on at the same time! *parties*   You:Guess what!   Caleb: What!??!?!? -twitch-    You: I'm going to see AFI tonight...front row seats and backstage passes!!!! WAAAAAAAAAA   Caleb: Yay!!! Have fun!! They're so good live! Happy Birthday btw!!! You should call after the concert.   You: Okay!!!brb    You go to get some icecream. Your brother is almost done with it.  &quot;Tyler! That was mine! What happened to yours?&quot;  &quot;Dad ate it.&quot;  You get back online.  You: Ok, I'm back...my brother's eating all my icecream...-.-'     Caleb:  Give her some icecream dammit!   You: lol thanks   You take the icecream when he's not looking and lock the door.  You: yay i got some ^.^    Caleb: Yaaaaay!    You: want some?   Caleb: sure! -you catapult the icecream to him- *tries to yell thank you but is afraid you won't hear it because your too far away*   You: lol...want a spoon?   Caleb:sure!  You: -catapults the spoon to him-   Caleb: Thanks! Owwwwww that was my eye!  x.O  -dies-   You: Oops...my bad    Caleb: It's fun up here! I'm partying with Jesus! woooooo   You: Lol    Caleb: OH MY GOD! God's choking on a bon-bon!!!!     You: Quick! do the heimlich manuever! (spell check?)    Caleb: Just did! Yay I saved him! Now I get his unlimited supply of bon-bons!!!!!     Caleb: Damn...sorry i gtg ttyl!   You: ok ttyl &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;   You log onto Myspace.  Your ex sent you a message. (surprise surprise)  It says - Happy birthday! I'm still mad that you're older than me by 3 days, dammit! lol bye.  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;   &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Bon-bons = chocolate egg&lt;BR&gt;The AIM convo with Caleb about the bon-bons actually happened lol!&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt;Okay, I'm taking a break. I'll write again later. Comment if you want. =)&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;]]></content>
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	    <title>That's not right!!!! Thanks for posting fallintome!!!</title>
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	    <issued>2006-09-15T20:48:15Z</issued>
	    <modified>2006-09-15T20:48:15Z</modified>
	    <created>2006-09-15T20:48:15Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[Paper calling Jade homosexual
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&lt;A href=&quot;http://fallintome.buzznet.com/user/&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT color=#0198ff&gt;fallintome&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;: 09/15/2006 4:34 AM&lt;BR&gt;ok so i was quite Angry and Upset by the remarks about Jade In the &quot;West Australian Paper&quot; Me being an Australian myself made me even more dusgusted. Heres the article:&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Jade Puget is hanging out in Nevada. Not by choice. &#226;&#156;It&#226;&#153;s really dry and desert-y and white trash in this area,&#226;&#157; he says. &#226;&#156;There&#226;&#153;s Vegas, which is upscale gambling, and then Reno, which is, if you can&#226;&#153;t afford to go to Vegas, you go to Reno.&#226;&#157;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;If there&#226;&#153;s one setting, into which the high-cheekboned, tight-black Tshirted, OPENLY GAY AFI guitarist with a distinctive overhanging blond fringe does not fit, it&#226;&#153;s the gaudy desert of Nevada. But there, in the name of punk rock, he is.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;AFI are four months into a US tour supporting the seventh album of their 15-year history, Decemberunderground, and the band have more fans to please than ever.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&#226;&#156;They&#226;&#153;re great,&#226;&#157; he says. &#226;&#156;Most anywhere we play in the world we get big crowds, we&#226;&#153;re pretty lucky that way.&#226;&#157;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;AFI are a bit of an anomaly. Where most of today&#226;&#153;s popular punk bands formed at the end of the 90s under the influence of the post-hardcore bands of the previous decade, AFI formed at the beginning of the 90s, plugging away in their straight-ahead hardcore milieu for over a decade until they decided to branch out.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Sing the Sorrow, their debut for DreamWorks, was released in 2003 and featured a number of new stylistic elements &#226;&#148; more melody, less growl, some electronic beats and effects, and the kind of produced polish that comes with signing to a major label.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Suffice to say, the kids went nutty for it. In a cultural shift that has led to Emily the Strange supplanting Hello Kitty as the world&#226;&#153;s most ubiquitous merchandise icon and the weird girl from Neighbours suddenly becoming a goth, AFI&#226;&#153;s part-punk-rebellionpart-The-Crow-brooding found the pulse of the youth zeitgeist faster than any marketing guru could hope to.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;MTV and radio ate up Girl&#226;&#153;s Not Grey, the album&#226;&#153;s hit single, and Sing the Sorrow reached the fifth spot on the Billboard chart. In 2004 the album went platinum.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The catch-cry chorus of Sorrow&#226;&#153;s first track, Miseria Cantare, &#226;&#156;You are now one of us&#226;&#157;, would prove to be portentous for a new legion of fans the album would attract. But, Puget says, the more things change the more they stay the same.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&#226;&#156;On our last record we really hit the mainstream,&#226;&#157; he says.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&#226;&#156;There was a lot of younger people who were getting into it that were newer but they quickly learnt all the songs and all the lyrics and they&#226;&#153;ve become just as rabid as our more long-time fans.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&#226;&#156;All the fans started out somewhere. I think the composition of the crowd has stayed the same over the years. It&#226;&#153;s a really diverse crowd.&#226;&#157;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Sing the Sorrow&#226;&#153;s success gave rise to a fanbase of a fervour rare even in a time of a multitude of message boards for a multitude of reasons. It has a name &#226;&#148; the Despair Faction. The cliquey gloom of the name both epitomises and encourages the tone of the group, whose involvement with the music goes far beyond consumption.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Members of the Despair Faction sing on Decemberunderground, and the band go out of their way to thank them at every opportunity, including globally televised awards shows.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Puget credits the abnormally rabid tenacity of AFI fans to a combination of music and band effort. &#226;&#156;We always try to foster a community and we&#226;&#153;ve done a pretty good job,&#226;&#157; he says. &#226;&#156;We&#226;&#153;re pretty dedicated to our fans and they&#226;&#153;re dedicated to us, but I think our last two records definitely there&#226;&#153;s been somewhat of a more accessible feel to them because we&#226;&#153;ve become more interested in melody and songwriting rather than trying to play as fast and hard as we can. That gets boring after a number of years.&#226;&#157;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Decemberunderground continues the varied approach to hardcore that AFI are pioneering. Stark hardcore rubs shoulders with poppy punk and throughout singer Davy Havok&#226;&#153;s alternately needling and gravely yawp recites a litany of romantic rhetoric that dances around themes of ostracism and despair in ways vague enough to be widely accessible.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The chorus to lead single Miss Murder reads: &#226;&#156;Hey Miss Murder can I/Make beauty stay if I take my life?&#226;&#157; It&#226;&#153;s a couplet that can mean anything and mentions the touchstone subjects of vanity and death so appealing to morose, imageconscious teenagers. It&#226;&#153;s the kind of line that has made AFI such an appealing bandwagon to jump on.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Though punk rock has long been the home of the indie vs. mainstream debate, Puget welcomes the new horde of fans AFI attracts with each new record, &#226;&#156;as long as they&#226;&#153;re there for the music&#226;&#157;.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;He says: &#226;&#156;There&#226;&#153;s always going to be some element that&#226;&#153;s there because they heard you on the radio or saw you on MTV or whatever, but as long as the majority of our fans are in it for the music and not for the image, I&#226;&#153;ll be happy with that.&#226;&#157;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;AFI are due to play Perth on November 12 at Metro City. Tickets from Wednesday at BOCS outlets.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Matt Giles]]></content>
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	    <title>Davey's funny lol</title>
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	    <issued>2006-08-09T21:55:54Z</issued>
	    <modified>2006-08-09T21:55:54Z</modified>
	    <created>2006-08-09T21:55:54Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[this was on their myspace...i like it when he says Simply 20 hours or so......it's just a lil month xD<BR><BR><BR>
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	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[this was on their myspace...i like it when he says Simply 20 hours or so......it's just a lil month xD&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;

&lt;P class=blogTimeStamp&gt;Tuesday, August 01, 2006&lt;/P&gt;







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&lt;P class=blogSubject&gt;A Note From Davey &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=blogContent&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;FONT-STYLE: italic&quot;&gt;Hello dears, Davey here. So here's what's going on. As you know we're up for the Best Rock Video VMA. I really would love to have that moon man, honestly. Thankfully the acquisition of this moon man will be based on your votes so I feel AFI has a chance. All I ask is that for the next month, you spend simply 20 or so hours a day repeatedly voting for us. I mean, its just a lil month. Please, give us boys a moon man. Yours, DXH&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;]]></content>
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