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		  <entry>
	    <title>Little Brother</title>
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	    <issued>2008-01-28T18:58:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2008-01-28T18:58:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2008-01-28T18:58:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[<P>This poem was written for my little brother and how much I care about him and wish I had told&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>blackmetal666</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[&lt;P&gt;This poem was written for my little brother and how much I care about him and wish I had told him that before all this happened. Hope you like it, I almost cried writing it, and u might not understand the reason behind the poem cuz you all won't know what is going on. But if you want to know just ask and I am willing to tell you what happened. &lt;/P&gt;

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

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt;If only the times stayed the way they were&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt;The way we all remember&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt;With laughs and smiles and good old fun&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt;But now my brother still aint home&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = &quot;urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office&quot; /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt;I&#226;€&#153;m by your side every day&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt;I just wish this all would go away&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt;You don&#226;€&#153;t know how much I really I care&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt;But I want you to know I&#226;€&#153;m always there&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt;You&#226;€&#153;re my brother, and always will be&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;My little brother for eternity&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt;I remember when you played guitar&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt;And always wanted me to listen&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt;&lt;SPAN style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes&quot;&gt; &lt;/SPAN&gt;I sure wish now I had listened more&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt;You really are a great musician&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt;I just wish I had told you that before&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt;Now I miss the sweet ole tunes you played&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt;And wish that I could listen&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt;To one more song by that old guitar&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt;And tell you you&#226;€&#153;re a great musician &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt;Oh how I sure miss those good old days&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt;And now I watch as you slowly heal&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt;Wake up soon we need you here&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt;We need your smile, we need your laugh&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt;Times are rough, and I&#226;€&#153;m thankful your still here&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt;No matter what you&#226;€&#153;ll always be&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt;My little brother for eternity&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt;I remember when I stuck up for you&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt;But now you always stick up for me&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt;I&#226;€&#153;ve taught you some, but you&#226;€&#153;ve taught more&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt;No matter how bad at guitar I was you never swore&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt;You are patient, and you are kind&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt;Always thoughtful, but still you had your you time&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt;We&#226;€&#153;d never fight, and if we did&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt;We&#226;€&#153;d make up soon, that&#226;€&#153;s what we always did&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt;Now I whisper in your ears each day&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt;&#226;€&#156;You need to wake up, you need to open your eyes today&#226;€&#157;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt;Please show me signs that you know I&#226;€&#153;m here&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt;I need some sign that your still there&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt;But no matter what you may be&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt;You&#226;€&#153;re my little brother for eternity&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt;Soon you grew up and you weren&#226;€&#153;t home &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt;Out with your friends you were having fun&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt;But I just wished you had come home that night&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt;And that we had talked about Christmas that night&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt;We&#226;€&#153;d talk of presents and we&#226;€&#153;d talk of fun&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt;But now little brother you still aint home&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt;Even though I see you everyday, I miss you so much&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt;Wake up soon, and make all our worries go away&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt;We need you here and what more can I say&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt;You&#226;€&#153;re the best little brother that I could have&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt;We all love you, and miss you everyday&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt;And no matter what you&#226;€&#153;ll always be&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt;The best little brother for Jess, Josh, and me&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P class=MsoNormal style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 10pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; align=center&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt;]]></content>
	    </entry>
		  <entry>
	    <title>What Love is to Me</title>
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	    <id>buzznet:user:entry:id:1262951</id>
	    <issued>2007-11-06T18:56:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2007-11-06T18:56:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2007-11-06T18:56:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[<P><BR>What Love is to me</P>
<P><EM><FONT color=#ff0000>Love is always being there<BR>Love is giving without a care<BR>Love is comforting them when their&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>blackmetal666</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;What Love is to me&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff0000&gt;Love is always being there&lt;BR&gt;Love is giving without a care&lt;BR&gt;Love is comforting them when their sad&lt;BR&gt;Love is forgiving them when their bad&lt;BR&gt;Love is always being yourself&lt;BR&gt;Love is helping around the house&lt;BR&gt;Love is giving flowers when their mad&lt;BR&gt;Love is not being scared by my dad&lt;BR&gt;Love is laughing at every joke&lt;BR&gt;Love is actually laughing at every joke&lt;BR&gt;Love is being honest about your heart&lt;BR&gt;Love is being together till we're old farts&lt;BR&gt;Love is holding hands without a care&lt;BR&gt;Love is for always being there&lt;BR&gt;Love is calling just to hear there voice&lt;BR&gt;Love is always making the right choice&lt;BR&gt;Love is knowing when there the one&lt;BR&gt;Love is always having fun&lt;BR&gt;Love is loving all their faults&lt;BR&gt;Love is your heart doing summer saults&lt;BR&gt;Love is not just wanting them in bed&lt;BR&gt;Love is knowing what their feeling, even if it was not said&lt;BR&gt;Love is never giving up on them when they give up on themselves&lt;BR&gt;Love is never leaving even if you have a quarrel&lt;BR&gt;Love is always being true&lt;BR&gt;Love is and will always be you&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;~Jennifer Weiland~ &lt;BR&gt;November 6th 2007&lt;/P&gt;]]></content>
	    </entry>
		  <entry>
	    <title>Second Chapter Continued</title>
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	    <issued>2007-06-27T09:49:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2007-06-27T09:49:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2007-06-27T09:49:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA["What is going on here, oh my god, what are you guys doing, get away from <BR>her!!"shouted Headmaster Harmond as&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>blackmetal666</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[&quot;What is going on here, oh my god, what are you guys doing, get away from &lt;BR&gt;her!!&quot;shouted Headmaster Harmond as he ripped through the guys to get to &lt;BR&gt;Selena who was curled up in a ball on the ground, blood falling down her &lt;BR&gt;face. 'My god, come Selena, we'll get your nose checked my Nurse Shelly&quot; He &lt;BR&gt;helped her up and handed her over to Daylon, who was standing shocked at how &lt;BR&gt;much blood was running down her face, he put her arm around his shoulder and &lt;BR&gt;held her up, waiting for Harmond to lead the way back to school. &quot;You guys &lt;BR&gt;disgust me, hitting a girl, hitting anyone, I can't believe my eyes, were &lt;BR&gt;you all abused as children, because that would seriously explain why your so &lt;BR&gt;abusive towards others. I can't even look at you guys, you make me sick. You &lt;BR&gt;all have ten months detention, and in school supension, and you are to &lt;BR&gt;apologize to Selena right now!&quot; Headmaster Harmonds face was crimson as he &lt;BR&gt;yelled at the boys who looked like six year olds who had just broken &lt;BR&gt;mother's favourite vase, and were getting yelled at for it. All of them &lt;BR&gt;looked at Selena, and reluctantly said &quot;I'm sorry&quot; then faced Harmond again &lt;BR&gt;who's face colour didn't change. &quot;Now to my office this instance, and if you &lt;BR&gt;so much as go near Selena, or Geneviere again in the near future, I will &lt;BR&gt;make damn sure that you will all have to answer to the police about this &lt;BR&gt;fiasco. I'm gonna phone your parents and tell them how outragiously horrible &lt;BR&gt;their children are, Come with me right now&quot; He stormed off with the boys &lt;BR&gt;ahead of him. &quot;Daylon take Ms. Charmichael to the nurses office please&quot; &lt;BR&gt;Harmonds voice was soft, but immediatly turned back to anger as he yelled at &lt;BR&gt;the boys while they marched off towards the school. Geneviere stood up, &lt;BR&gt;hunched over a little from the pain in her back she had gotten from Chris, &lt;BR&gt;she began walking after Harmond and the boys, looking over her shoulder at &lt;BR&gt;Daylon who was looking at Selena holding her nose.&lt;BR&gt;	&quot;Daylon this way, she has to get to the nurses office right away&quot; Daylons &lt;BR&gt;gaze shot from Selena quickly to Geneviere, he nodded his head and began &lt;BR&gt;walking after Geneviere with Selena's arm over his shoulder. Every now and &lt;BR&gt;then Selena would wince in pain if she stepped wrong, or Daylon shifted his &lt;BR&gt;stance, or grip on her.&lt;BR&gt;	&quot;Sorry, I am not very good at carrying people&quot;&lt;BR&gt;	&quot;It's ok Daylon, neither am I&quot; Selena tried to smile, but as she did, she'd &lt;BR&gt;wince from yet another pain.&lt;BR&gt;	They headed out of the thick trees, and came to their fort where Serenity &lt;BR&gt;was, but was now inside drying off and waiting for Selena and Geneviere to &lt;BR&gt;come inside so she could tell them of her story of what happened to her. &lt;BR&gt;Geneviere held open the door for Daylon and Selena to go through and then &lt;BR&gt;headed inside herself, Serenity caught sight of them and stood up &lt;BR&gt;immediatly, her mouth gaping as she saw Selena.&lt;BR&gt;	'Oh my god, what happened?&quot; she squeaked as they continued towards the &lt;BR&gt;nurses office.&lt;BR&gt;	&quot;Chris and his goons, that's what happened&quot; Geneviere answered angrily and &lt;BR&gt;looked at Serenity who's face said she wasn't surprised by that answer. They &lt;BR&gt;walked the rest of the way in silence, but everynow and then a wince could &lt;BR&gt;be heard from Selena, or Serenity would cough or sniffle from the growing &lt;BR&gt;cold she was getting. Finally after what seemed like an eternity of silence, &lt;BR&gt;they made it to the nurses office and the silence was broken by a squeaky &lt;BR&gt;high pitched voice that belonged to Nurse Shelly, a tall, thin women, with &lt;BR&gt;brown hair held back in a bun, she was a rather homely women, but with a &lt;BR&gt;heart of gold.&lt;BR&gt;	&quot;Oh my what happened dear?&quot; Shelly asked, as she began tending to Selena's &lt;BR&gt;nose, who moved away everytime she tried to dab the blood away, even a light &lt;BR&gt;touch sent shocks of pain throughtout her nose, Selena hoped it wasn't &lt;BR&gt;broken. &quot;Please just sit still sweety, I need to clean your nose up if I &lt;BR&gt;want to check to see if it's broken. Now will one of you please tell me what &lt;BR&gt;happened here&quot; She looked from Serenity, who shrugged her shoulders, to &lt;BR&gt;Geneviere and Daylon. Geneviere sat down on a chair, slowly, and began &lt;BR&gt;telling her what had happened, all three of them were listening intently to &lt;BR&gt;the horrific story as Headmaster Harmond came rushing into the room.&lt;BR&gt;	&quot;How is she Nurse Shelly?&quot; Shelly jumped at the sudden intrusion, and &lt;BR&gt;looked to Harmond.&lt;BR&gt;	&quot;Well her nose isn't broken, it's just gonna hurt for a little while, and &lt;BR&gt;may bruise, now she will have multiple bruises around her body from the &lt;BR&gt;other hits. But as for these boys I hope your gonna give them hell for what &lt;BR&gt;they did, because..&quot; Harmond raised his hand cutting her off.&lt;BR&gt;	&quot;I assure you Shelly, that they are getting what they deserve from this, &lt;BR&gt;monstrous act. Selena my dear&quot; she turned to face him, her eyes a little &lt;BR&gt;watery from the pain in her nose. &quot;I'm letting you leave school early, you &lt;BR&gt;and your friends can escort you back to your.. uh... home, and I will make &lt;BR&gt;sure that Ms.Barrow knows of this event.&quot; Selena laughed, she knew Ms. &lt;BR&gt;Barrow wouldn't care, she would simply say &quot;she probably deserved it&quot; and &lt;BR&gt;then yell at her for getting hurt. &quot;If you want you can miss Monday and &lt;BR&gt;Tuesday, I'll understand if you want to, I'm really sorry for what happened &lt;BR&gt;Selena&quot; she looked to the ground and then shook her head.&lt;BR&gt;	&quot;It's ok, I've had worse happen to me&quot;&lt;BR&gt;	&quot;I'm truely sorry for anything they've done to you and your friends, their &lt;BR&gt;parents will be hearing about this, I'll make sure they do&quot; Selena smiled, &lt;BR&gt;but not from happiness, she thought it was funny that Harmond thought their &lt;BR&gt;parents would care what they did to Selena, infact their parents hate Selena &lt;BR&gt;as much as their children do.&lt;BR&gt;	&quot;Can I go now?&quot; she said quietly while looking at Harmond, he nodded and &lt;BR&gt;got out of the doorway. Selena got up and headed for the door, Serenity and &lt;BR&gt;Geneviere on her heels, and Daylon right after them. As she headed out the &lt;BR&gt;door Harmond patted her on the back and gave a half smile, there was nothing &lt;BR&gt;else he could think of doing to make her feel better. But there was nothing &lt;BR&gt;that would make her feel better at this point. Today was just another day at &lt;BR&gt;school, name calling, beatings, and harrasment, it's not everyday they get &lt;BR&gt;hurt physically, but they always get made fun of, and Selena was used to it. &lt;BR&gt;Although after a while the words are no longer words, but rocks, sharp &lt;BR&gt;jagged rocks, hurling at them hard, hurting them with every blow. Selena &lt;BR&gt;didn't know how much more she could take it, but there was nothing that &lt;BR&gt;could be done about it, no one would listen, no one seemed to care about the &lt;BR&gt;children of Hawthorne.&lt;BR&gt;	Heading out into the crisp cold air that stabbed at the water on Selena's &lt;BR&gt;clothes, making her frozen from head to toe. The smell of rain was in the &lt;BR&gt;air, and Selena knew it wasn't long before they would be drenched in a down &lt;BR&gt;pour. Daylon saw Selena shiver, and took his blazer off, and put it over her &lt;BR&gt;shoulders. Selena feeling his hands on her shoulders, looked at Daylon as he &lt;BR&gt;spoke to her.&lt;BR&gt;	&quot;Here, I don't want you to freeze to death&quot; He smiled wide, which made his &lt;BR&gt;eyes sparkle, Selena wrapped her arms around herself helping warm herself. &lt;BR&gt;The blazer helped cut out the wind, and the cold, which made Selena happy, &lt;BR&gt;the last thing she needed was a cold on top of all the bruises she was going &lt;BR&gt;to get. Walking down the big, stone steps, they quickened their step as they &lt;BR&gt;walked past the gardens, heading towards the Academy gates. All of them &lt;BR&gt;couldn't wait to get this day behind them, it wasn't exactly the most fun &lt;BR&gt;day they've had, and they sure didn't want to have any more incidents with &lt;BR&gt;the bullies of Walkerville Academy today. Rounding the gates, Selena gave a &lt;BR&gt;big sigh of relief as she watched the school slowly slip away from sight, &lt;BR&gt;and the orphanage slowly float into sight. She coudln't be more happy to see &lt;BR&gt;the big, looming Hawthorne house, with it's long climbing vines, and it's &lt;BR&gt;run down, broken look that sent away trick or treaters every halloween.&lt;BR&gt;	Serenity and Geneviere hurried towards the gate and ran inside leaving &lt;BR&gt;Selena and Daylon standing in the wind, Selena smiled and took off the &lt;BR&gt;blazer, handing it back to Daylon. &quot;Thank you, it really helped keep out the &lt;BR&gt;cold&quot; he took it, and grinned sweetly.&lt;BR&gt;	&quot;No problem, I just didn't like you looking so frozen&quot; he put the blazer &lt;BR&gt;back on and began walking away. &quot;Well it was a pleasure meeting you Selena, &lt;BR&gt;I guess I'll see you on Monday, unless you don't come to school then. So ya, &lt;BR&gt;see you, bye&quot; he waved and turned in the other direction, heading towards &lt;BR&gt;his home. Selena took a step forward.&lt;BR&gt;	&quot;Wait Daylon&quot; he turned around and looked at her. &quot;Uhh it was nice meeting &lt;BR&gt;you too, maybe you might want to come over sometime?&quot; she began to shake a &lt;BR&gt;little, and she didn't know if it was from the cold, or if she was scared, &lt;BR&gt;but of what? Getting hurt again? Smiling, Daylons hands became sweaty, his &lt;BR&gt;heart started racing, even though she was only inviting him to come over &lt;BR&gt;sometime, it was the first time a girl, especially a girl as beautiful as &lt;BR&gt;Selena, had taken any notice in him, had taken time from her life to talk &lt;BR&gt;with him and to be nice to him with out being dared to. He nodded his head &lt;BR&gt;as he answered her question.&lt;BR&gt;	&quot;I'll deffinatly come over sometime, if it's no bother. I live just down &lt;BR&gt;the street&quot; he pointed towards his home which was just a few houses down. &lt;BR&gt;&quot;Your welcome there anytime, I'm sure my parents wouldn't mind&quot;&lt;BR&gt;	&quot;I'll come visit sometime, but I'm kind of tired, so I'm gonna head inside&quot; &lt;BR&gt;Selena pointed to the house and started for the gates. &quot;It really was nice &lt;BR&gt;meeting you, I'll see you on Monday I guess&quot;&lt;BR&gt;	&quot;Deffinatly&quot;&lt;BR&gt;	&quot;Bye Daylon&quot; Selena opened the gate and stopped inside, turning around to &lt;BR&gt;face Daylon as he spoke.&lt;BR&gt;	&quot;Bye Selena&quot; he waved, and headed down the sidewalk to his home. Selena &lt;BR&gt;stood there for a few moments, smiled, and turned towards the door. She &lt;BR&gt;didn't know what it was about Daylon that made her so happy, but she knew &lt;BR&gt;there was something special about him that made her drawn to him more. But &lt;BR&gt;she didn't seem to mind, she was excited about meeting a guy that was &lt;BR&gt;everything she wanted, she didn't think that would ever happen.&lt;BR&gt;	She came up the creaky old steps of the orphanage and opened the door &lt;BR&gt;quickly. Getting inside she made no delay in heading for her room, as she &lt;BR&gt;made her way down the hallway she could hear Rayne and Diten talking in &lt;BR&gt;their room about their band that they had started a few months ago, Rayne &lt;BR&gt;was the lead singer, and guitarist, Diten was rythm guitarist, Torin was &lt;BR&gt;drummer, and Rupert was the bassist. They were doing quite well, but at the &lt;BR&gt;moment were just getting used to playing together, they were discussing when &lt;BR&gt;to have their next practise which they wanted to do soon. They had made &lt;BR&gt;Selena their manager, and usually she would be in their meetings but at the &lt;BR&gt;moment she was way to tired, and in too much pain to want to go for a &lt;BR&gt;meeting. She stepped into her room and dropped her backpack on the floor, &lt;BR&gt;taking her shoes off she plopped herself onto her bed and with one last look &lt;BR&gt;at her &quot;dream journal&quot; she hoped to not have another nightmare, and drifted &lt;BR&gt;off into slumber.&lt;BR&gt;]]></content>
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		  <entry>
	    <title>The Other Side</title>
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<P align=center>Chapter 2</P>
<P align=center>Walkerville Academy</P>
<P>On their way to school that day they made a detour as always to go&#133;]]></summary>
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&lt;P align=center&gt;Chapter 2&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P align=center&gt;Walkerville Academy&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;On their way to school that day they made a detour as always to go and pick up the last two misfits in their group of outcasts, Serenity and Geneviere. Two fraternal twins that did not seem like sisters at all, they acted, looked, and were completely different in almost everyway, but they were still related. As they made their way to their house, they saw the two of them sitting on the porch as usual, talking about what they would be doing this weekend. Serenity noticed them coming and smiled. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Hey guys what's up?&quot; Serenity asked as she stood up and walked over to them. She picked up her back pack and flipped her long blonde hair over her shoulder, her bright blue eyes reflecting the sunlight as she smiled. &quot;Hey girls&quot; all the guys said simutaniously, except for Rupert of course, who was shy around most girls, except Selena of course. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Your looking quite spiffy today Diten&quot; Geneviere said with a smirk, her curly red hair fell over her face, a lone strand of hair got caught in her lip piercing as she spoke, she pulled the hair away as everyone looked at Diten's outfit. It was just like Diten to spice up his school uniform with a bright green and orange spotted tie. &quot;It'll be quite easy to spot you out in a crowd&quot; Diten smiled as Geneviere grabbed the tie and tightened it a little. Diten looked down at his tie, admiring it as though it were a priceless jewel, playing with it with his fingers. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;I can't help it if I like to look good&quot; Diten smirked and struck a pose where he was looking to the sky, and had his right hand on his chin and his left hand on his right elbow. The girls giggled as he strutted his stuff down the sidewalk, doing a sort of rooster walk with his arms behind his back and his head moving back and forth. An elderly women walked by, shook her head at him, mumbling beneath her breath in a raspy voice.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Teenagers&quot; turning around as the women walked by, Diten hit his chest with his hands which said &quot;bring it&quot; and then he turned back to the others and smiled, pushing his fringe out of his eyes. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Leave it to Diten to make us laugh, and to try and fight with an old lady&quot; Selena said through giggles.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Hey she started it&quot; Diten retorted as Rayne shook his head at him.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Your an idiot, you know that right&quot; Rayne walked over to Selena and set his arm on her head, she was significantly shorter then the rest of them, standing at 5'3 while everyone else was at least 5'4 and taller yet.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Ya but that's why you love me right&quot; An obnoxious smirk crossed Diten's face as he looked at Rupert and then to Selena, and then to Serenity. Serenity nodded and added sarcastically.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Right that's exactly it, love&quot; Diten gave her a glare and then started back down the sidewalk towards the Academy. Selena followed, and then the rest went after them. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;It wasn't long until they were standing in front of the enormous Walkerville Academy that stood three stories high. It towered over the seven of them, and sent shadows throughout the Academy yard. The doors alone stood at about 6 metres high, and were made of oak with two huge golden handles in the shape of a lions head. The outside was paved in grey stone that gave the school a medieval look about it, a sort of castle, but instead of dungeons they had class rooms, which I guess you could say were basically the same thing. The yards of the Academy were very lush and beautiful, green as far as the eye could see, roses and petunia's filled the yards with the wonderful colour and life that it needed to make this place a little more bareable. To the left of the school was the dorms where the students stayed most of the time except of course the kids from Hawthorne which was placed just outside of the Academy gates. To the right of the school was the gymnasium and the music room. The art teacher always complained to Headmaster Harmond about the jocks coming in the music room and messing with the instruments, as well as the students.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;Sighing to herself, Selena walked up the steps towards the school. &quot;Another day in prison&quot; she mumbled to herself as she reached the giant oak doors of the Academy. Pushing the large door open she walked into a large, very well lit lobby with many bustling students chattering away before the bell for first class rings. Diten and Rayne ran in, followed by Torin and Rupert, they chased eachother up the stairs that were on either side of the room, and that lead to the art, english, and history class rooms. On the main floor of the building was math, computers, biology, chemistry, physics, and life transitions. Headmaster Harmond was forced to put the chemistry lab on the main floor after Torin and Rayne made a stink bomb in chem class last year and gased the entire school with the smelly fumes, everyone was forced to stay out of the school for four days while they aired out the school. You can bet Harmond didn't like that one, Torin and Rayne finally finished serving their detention for that little prank about one and a half months ago.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;Serenity and Geneviere walked towards the stairs after the guys talking about Serenity's new boyfriend, Kevin Sheiry. Serenity was really excited since Kevin was her first real boyfriend since Alex broke up with her a year ago. Kevin was also much nicer and better looking then Alex, he had black spikey hair, with bright vivid blue eyes. He was very athletic, so he had wash board abs, and was from england which made Serenity very happy. Something about guys with accents seemed to make her smile. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;Frowning as Selena followed the others up the stairs towards the art room for the first class, even though the bell hadn't rung yet, but they prefered to get there early since if they waited for the bell they'd get beaten up on the way to class. Diten learned that the hard way, he was heading towards history class and Chris Cheffer, captain of the football team, grabbed him and shoved him inside a locker, he was stuck there until lunch when finally someone heard him yelling for help. Rayne was pissed after he heard what happened, he always had somewhat of a temper, and hated it when his friends were harmed, he was always looking for a fight. That may account for his two concusions, three broken fingers, and two fractured wrists, but he didn't care how much he got hurt, as long as his friends were safe. That always made Selena feel safe, but also guilty, becuase two of those three broken fingers were becuase of her getting pushed around by some of the jock boys. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;She headed up the stairs after the others, and noticed a boy being bullied by some of the jocks, she didn't know who it was, but didn't like what was happening to him.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Come on Selena, god your slow&quot; Geneivere said while laughing, she didn't seem to notice the guy being bullied around, no one did. Everyone walked on by without even a second glance, as if there was nothing wrong going on. Turning around Selena headed down the stairs towards the group of bullies laughing and pushing the kid, knocking his book out of his hands. Evan Halder, quarter back for the football team, grabbed the book and began looking at it. The boy reached for the book, but Evan slapped his hand. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;I just want to look at it&quot; Evan said as he began tearing the pages out of the book, laughing shrilly, the laugh made Selena cringe. Evan was the one who broke Raynes fingers last year, and that laugh was embeded into Selena's mind. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Nooo! Give me that back!&quot; The guy stood up and reached for the book but Evan's henchmen were way ahead of him, and grabbed his arms, twisting one of them behind his back. &quot;Oww let me go!&quot; he screamed, that pushed Selena over the edge.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Where are you going Selena?&quot; yelled Serenity, her voice echoed through the lobby of the school as Selena marched towards the group of guys, not quite knowing what to say, or what she was going to do. But she knew for sure that she wasn't going to stand around like an idiot like the rest of the student body at Walkerville Academy. Pushing through the throng of people, Selena stood outside the circle of jocks, heart pumping, and hands sweating. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Hey assholes!&quot; the words sort of fell out of her mouth. All the jocks looked at her with a shocked look on their faces. Serenity and Geneviere watched from the balcony wide eyed, they were afraid for their friend. Not many people have stuck up to the jocks, and not been injured. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Diten, Rayne, guys look, Selena is gonna be killed&quot; Geneveire squeaked as she looked in horror at the event happening below.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;What is your guys problem? Why must you always pick on people? Do you have some sort of problem or something?&quot; Again the words fell out of her mouth, she didn't even hear what she was saying only saw them all staring at her with a smirk on their faces. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Oh and what are you gonna do about it, tell your mommy&quot; Evan said in a baby voice, smirking maliciously. Selena glared at him, her eyes began to fill with tears of saddness, and hatred. She turned her face away from Evan's steely gaze as a single tear drop leaked from her eye, and slowly rolled down her cheek. &quot;What's the matter girly, gonna cry. Wah wah&quot; a roar of laughter erupted around Selena as Evan recieved hand slaps from his buddies, the Hawthorne kids stared in disgust as Evan made fun of Selena for being an orphan. No one seemed to think that what he said was wrong, and the ones who did were to afraid to say anything, in fear of getting hurt. Rayne shook his head in anger and ran for the stairs, fists balled up and teeth clenched. Swallowing hard Selena looked weakly back to Evan, tears in her eyes and anger in her heart. She opened her mouth, ready to say something, anything when out of no where a blur of black and blue fury ran past Selena towards Evan. Before Evan had time to react, Rayne punched him square in the nose, breaking it on impact. Keeling over in pain, Evan grabbed is nose as blood began to pour out, Chris ran out of the crowd, angry and glaring at Rayne. Running over to Rayne, he punched him hard in the jaw, knocking him down to the ground. Shaking his head and moving his jaw to make sure it wasn't broken, Rayne stood up on his feet, staggering a little before looking at Chris with his icy blue gaze. Pointing at Chris, Rayne yelled.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;I'm gonna fucking kill you!' &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;'Rayne stop before you get hurt&quot; Selena yelled, her voice was accompanied by the voices of Serenity and Geneviere. Ignoring their worried cries, he ran straight for Chris, fist clenched, with all his might he threw his fist toward Chris hitting him just under his eye. Staggering backwards gripping his face, Chris looked at Rayne, blood seeping from the cut under his eye, his face contorted in anger to the point where his eyes were overwhelmed in eyebrows. He ran towards Rayne, pushing him back to the wall, Rayne swung at him, but Chris leaned away from the fast flying fist. Reaching forward he grabbed the moving arm, and twisted it around his back pulling it farther and farther up his back. Rayne let out muffled screams of pain as his arm was pulled to the breaking point. Chris leaned forward and whispered into Raynes ear.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;You are fucking dead kid&quot; a synical laugh escaped his lips as he pulled on Raynes arm as hard as he could until a loud popping sound could be heard. Raynes eyes went wide as he let out a scream of pain that rang throughout the school. Selena's eyes widened in horror, she clasped her hands over he mouth to stop from screaming. Chris pushed Rayne to the ground and kicked him in the stomache.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Loser&quot; he said as he and his friends walked away high fiving eachother and laughing. Evan stood up holding his nose and followed Chris with a trail of blood following him. Everyone else stared for a few moments and then walked away like nothing happened, that's the way the school always was, it disgusted Selena. No one cared for those who got picked on, for they were afraid that if they helped they'd be declared outcasts and picked up and beaten on just like them. Selena ran up to Rayne and help him up as Serenity, Diten and Torin ran up to them.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Omg! are you ok Ray?&quot; Serenity yelled as she reached for his arm.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;He's not deaf Serenity, that was awesome Ray, the dislocated arm is a down side, but the fight was awesome&quot; &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Don't encourage him Diten, your an awful person for telling him it's ok to fight&quot; Geneviere said distainfully as she walked up to them. Diten rolled his eyes and looked back to Rayne with a smirk on his face, Rayne smiled back sportingly. Standing up straight Rayne looked at his arm.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;That looks so cool, it hurts like a bitch, but it looks awesome&quot; Selena rolled her eyes, it was just like Rayne to think a dislocated arm was cool. Shaking her head mumbling something about boys, she noticed something from the corner of her eye. The boy the guys were bullying was kneeling on the ground picking up pieces of his book with a saddened look on his face. Selena put her hand on Raynes back.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Are you gonna be ok Ray?&quot; Still looking at his arm he nodded his head and continued talking to Diten and Torin about what Selena thought was blood. The guys headed for the doors to go to the hospital as Rayne's dislocated arm hung loosely at his side. Turning from them, Selena walked over to the guy and knelt beside him.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Here let me help you with those&quot; She reached out and started picking up pieces of paper. The guys gaze fell onto Selena's face and stopped there, his mouth fell open as he stared at her in amazement. His heart started beating faster, and his hand began to sweat. His mouth became dry and he was unable to move. Selena looked up at the guy quickly and then glanced back down to the papers. It took her a moment to realize that the guy was staring at her, her face became warm, and her heart beat faster. She looked back up at the guy, her eyes met his and she stopped moving, weakly she said as calmly as she could. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;'Hi, my name is Selena Charmichael&quot; she extended her hand, and smiled as she stared at the pale faced handsome boy before her. His black, chin length hair hung slightly over his greenish brown eyes which made him look rather mysterious. A smile crossed his lips as he glanced at her hand and then smiled, taking her fragile pale hand in his, and shaking it lightly. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;That's a lovely name Selena, my name is Daylon, Daylon Wier&quot; Daylon said shyly, he always has had a hard time talking to girls. Selena smiled at the comment about her name. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Thank you Daylon, it's nice to meet you&quot;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;It's a pleasure to meet you too Selena&quot; Daylon smiled as he stared into her emerald green eyes. Then he remembered he was still holding onto her hand and quickly let go. &quot;Sor...sorry about that, I forgot&quot; He rubbed his hand on his navy blue pants, they had gotten sweaty from the hand shake, and the sweat didn't seem to go away. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;It's ok, I don't mind&quot; Selena smiled, then continued picking up the pieces of paper that had been thrown on the floor. &quot;So you new here?&quot; Daylon looked at her and then nodded, gently placing the pieces of paper in his book, the saddened look was back. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;My family moved here from New Jersey a few months ago. I've seen you before, around the school, I guess you never saw me though. But I haven't been here all that much since I was being home schooled for the first few months, but my mom wanted me to come here and get used to the school, although I still don't know where all the classes are. My little brother, Nick, should be running around somewhere&quot; He smiled, and even though he seemed to not mind Selena felt bad, she hadn't seen him around the school before, at least she couldn't think of a time when she had. Daylon looked down at the shreds of paper and began picking them up again, Selena watched him for a moment and then continued helping Daylon pick up pieces of paper. She turned them over to see what was on them and saw that they were parts of a drawing, picking up more pieces she started to put them together until she had most of a picture.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Wow these are really good, did you draw these?&quot; Looking up at Daylons face, she saw a slight smile curve his pale lips. Looking up at Selena, with a hint of pride in his eyes, he said cooly.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;I did draw them, I love to draw, it helps me forget my troubles, I put my feelings into pictures. I guess that's why most of my pictures are of lonely figures, and saddened faces&quot; Then just as quickly as it had come, the pride was gone, leaving sadness in it's wake. Selena's smile faded as she stared in his melancholy eyes, she could understand what it was like to be alone. Daylon turned away from her face, a sigh escaped his lips as he picked up the rest of the pieces and put them back into his sketch book. Selena watched him as he stood up, wiping the dust from his knees, just then the bell rung for first class to start. Looking up as if he could see the bell above him, he took another deep breath. &quot;Thanks for helping me, but I'm gonna get going to my first class. Do you know where the art room is?&quot; Standing up quickly, she staggered back a little and then steadied herself. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;I have that class right now, you could come with me, I know this school pretty well, I mean I should since I have been going here for three years&quot; Selena shuffled her feet and gave a small giggle, Serenity motioned for her to hurry up. Selena mouthed &quot;one minute&quot;, rolling her eyes Serenity tapped her watch with one finger.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Sure! I mean if you don't mind me tagging along&quot; he smiled a toothy grin which lit up his face, making his eyes sparkle, Selena couldn't help but smile.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;I don't mind, but we better get going, Ms. Ladin may be kind of ditsy, but she still knows what the word tarty means&quot; Selena smiled and headed for her friends, Daylon stood there watching her for a second, then headed after her towards the stairs. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Ohh who's he?&quot; Geneviere inquired with a grin. Looking back to Daylon, Selena smiled and then turned back to two giant grins that were Serenity and Geneviere.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;He's my new friend, Daylon Wier, he's coming with us to art class&quot; &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Ohhh friend huh, with benifits?&quot; Serenity made a grabbing motion with her hand, and winked. Giggling Selena pushed her lightly and said partially blushing.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;No, we just met&quot; &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Oh so you mean someday you'll have benefits&quot; Geneviere and Serenity started laughing, Selena gave them a glare as Daylon walked up to the three girls. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Serenity and Geneviere this is Daylon, Daylon this is Serenity and Geneviere by best friends&quot; They shook hands, and exchanged nice to meets you's, Daylon looked a little uncomfortable, clutching his sketch book tightly to his chest and looking around trying not to meet their eyes. &quot;Uhh well we better get to class&quot; Selena added quickly seeing that Daylon wasn't too comfortable meeting new people. Heading for the stairs, she looked back to make sure Daylon was still there, then turned back towards the stairs. A seventh grader pushed past Selena and didn't give a second glance as he headed towards his class, shaking her head she quickened her stepped towards the art room. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;We're not too late, I mean five minutes, you don't think she'll make us get late slips?&quot; Serenity said, Selena laughed and looked back to Serenity.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Yes, completely, because she cares about five minutes&quot; replied Selena sarcastically, I guess you could say Serenity was the kind of person worried about having a black mark on her acedemic records, although she always swears she's not. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;They reached door number 201 at 9:07, which was still sooner then Ms.Ladin would arrive. Opening the door to twenty five chattering teenagers, throwing papers, spitting spit balls, and talking about how much that mini skirt would look cute on eachother. Selena sulked in to her usual spot at the back in the corner. Serenity sat in front of her, and Geneviere sat beside her, it was always like that, but this time they had an extra, Daylon. Selena looked for a chair that was close by for him to sit in, but she didn't see any. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;It's ok I'll just sit over here&quot; Daylon pointed to a chair that was in the far corner of the room and walked towards it, Selena couldn't help but feel a little guilty. She remembered what he had said about how he was always alone, and she felt as though she was making him more alone, having him sit across the room. Watching Daylon as he set his sketch book on the desk just as Ms. Ladin walked in with a box that was undoubtedly filled with clay. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Alright class today we're gonna be making clay sculptures&quot; Ms.Ladin said in a shril high pitched voice, that made Selena cringe everytime she heard it. &quot;So everyone put on your sculpting clothes and I will give you some clay, and shaping tools.&quot; Selena and Serenity got up and headed for their sculpting shirts, while Geneviere sat in her desk, waiting for everyone else to get their stuff and then she would get up and get hers. She was a thoughtful sort of character, always thinking of others before herself. As Selena pulled her sculpting shirt over her navy blue blazer she heard Daylons voice over the chatter. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;'Excuse me Ms.Ladin, but I don't have a sculpting shirt&quot;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;You don't? Oh right your new, just wait a second&quot; Ms.Ladin walked to the front of the room and rummaged through a closet until she found what she was looking for. A scraggily ripped up shirt, that looked as though it had been worn one to many times, she handed it to Daylon with a smile that didn't fool anyone. &quot;Here you go, uhhh what's your name?&quot;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Daylon, Wier, my name is Daylon Wier&quot; &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Oh ok then&quot; her shrill voice croaked as she walked over to Sandra, head cheerleader, and also a teachers pet. All she had to do was flip her blonde hair, and bat her long eyelashes, and have any guy, teacher or student eating out of her hands, although she didn't have any need for them. She was also one of the most rude, and snobby people Selena had ever known, the nicest thing you can expect from her is for her not to say anything at all to you, because the things that come out of her mouth are never nice. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;After everyone had put on their sculpting shirts, Ms.Ladin handed out the sculpting tools and placed a hunk of clay on everyones desk. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Alright class, I want you to use your wonderful minds to create a masterpiece, I'm sure you'll all make me proud&quot; She gave one last &quot;smile&quot; and walked to the front of the class, sitting down and opening a magazine, Serenity shook her head, she turned around to Selena and her blonde hair flew into Selena's clay.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;I can't believe she's an art teacher, I mean she doesn't even know what art is let alone how to teach it&quot; Selena gave a nod, and Geneviere gave a chuckle as she started sculpting a figure that looked somewhat like her cat, Scooby, that cat was like her baby. Sighing Selena picked up the sculpting tool and tried to think of something to sculpt, but nothing came to mind, leaning forward she whispered to Serenity.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Hey what are you gonna sculpt, because I can't think of a thing&quot; Serenity shrugged her shoulders and turned around, Selena fell back into her chair and stared at the reddish orange clay with a blank mind. Her eyes wondered around the room to see what other people were sculpting, Keith, the surfer, was sculpting what looked to be a wave, or maybe it was a girl, Selena couldn't quite figure it out. Sandra was sculpting a high heel shoe which didn't surprise Selena, Chris was sculpting a football, and Dorian, another one of the &quot;misfits&quot; was sculpting a broken heart. Her eyes searched the entire room, but she didn't see anything that gave her an idea, until she saw Daylons sculpture. It appeared to be a man sitting on a bench, alone of course, but the details were incredible, it looked quite real, except that it was in clay. Her mouth hung open, and her eyes grew wide, then she got a sudden jolt, an idea brewed in her head. Turning to her clay she began sculpting her heart out until she was finished ten minutes before class. What layed before her was probably the best sculpture she had ever done, a women dancing alone, she didn't have enough clay to make her a partner, but it still looked good.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Alright class&quot; Ms.Ladin said as she set down her magazine, &quot;I'm gonna come and look at your art work&quot; standing up, she stretched a little and then walked down each aisle looking quietly at everyones art work. Every now and then she would give a &quot;good job&quot; or a &quot;nice work&quot;, she walked past Daylons work without a word, but Daylon wasn't surprised, not many people liked his art, all but one person. Ms.Ladin remained quiet until she reached Sandra's work. &quot;My what a marvelous sculpture my dear, it's just amazing&quot; Sandra smiled hotily and looked around her and awaited everyone else to praise her work as well. &quot;I think this is so good, that I'm gonna put it in the glass cases outside, so everyone can enjoy your work&quot;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Thank you Ms.Ladin, that means a lot coming from a teacher of your supremity&quot; Selena almost choked in disgust at the brown nosing that was happening before her. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Oh why thank you Sandra, your to kind&quot; Another fake smile and she moved on from Sandra's desk to Geneviere's, who's sculpture of Scooby was perfect. &quot;Well isn't that nice, do you ever sculpt, paint, or draw anything that isn't your cat Shaggy&quot; Ms.Ladin said coldly and walked towards Selena's desk.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Scooby&quot; Ms.Ladin turned around and looked at Geneviere.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Excuse me?&quot;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;His name is Scooby&quot; Geneviere's gaze made Selena shiver, she may have been kind hearted, but if you got on her bad side you'd better watch out. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Whatever&quot; she turned around and looked at Selena who was looking at Geneviere, glaring at the back of Ms.Ladin's head with so much severity you'd wonder how Ms.Ladin couldn't feel the eyes piercing her back. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Selena what is this you've sculpted?&quot; Tearing her eyes away from the glaring Geneviere, Selena looked at Ms.Laden and then to her sculpture, she could feel twenty four sets of eyes on her and it made her nervous. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;It's a women, dancing, alone&quot; Selena shifted in her chair and didn't dare look up at the staring eyes. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Hmmm should I expect something that's not alone from you my dear&quot; Ms.Ladin smiled crookidly and walked on laughing to herself, grins broke out throughout the room. Selena stared at the sculpture, tears welled up in her eyes, but she tried her hardest not to cry. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Psst, pssst Selena&quot; Selena looked up, trying to find where the voice was coming from, then she looked to the other side of the room to Daylon who was staring at her. &quot;I think it's a beautiful sculpture&quot; He smiled sweetly at her, she returned the smile genuinely, her cheeks became warm, and surely you could see it with her pale complexion. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;I like yours as well, it's way better then Miss Prissy Pants over there&quot; Daylon looked at his sculpture and then over to Sandra's, looking back to Selena he grinned.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;'Thank you&quot;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Are you two just about done talking&quot; Selena jumped and so did Daylon, they looked to the front of the class seeing everyone glaring at them, except for Serenity and Geneviere who were smiling and nodding to Selena, who just smiled and looked away from the two peering faces. The bell rang and broke the awkward silence throughout the class and everyone started taking off their sculpting shirts. &quot;Alright class, good job today, next time we'll be starting our painting and sketching unit, so come prepared with painting shirts and a sketch book&quot; at the word sketch Daylon sat up straight, it was obvious that he liked to draw and Selena knew he'd love the next unit of art. &quot;We'll see you all next art class&quot; Ms.Ladin smiled again and rushed out of the classroom pushing past Dorian who was on his way out of the room, pushing him into the wall.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Hey!&quot; he yelled after her, Chris pushed past him followed by Brian, yet another jock, the school seemed to be riddled with them. Dorian stopped in the door way and looked to the next people, smiling angrily he said. &quot;Oh it's my pleasure, please go&quot; Selena walked up to him followed by Serenity, Geneviere and Daylon. &quot;Can you believe these jerks, I mean what kind of school is this where the teachers bully the students&quot; Dorian said disdainfully. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Oh I know, I mean did you hear what she said about my Scooby, and to Selena, that was just plain rude&quot; added Geneviere with a look of hate in her eyes. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Ya but I'm not really surprised, she's never liked any of us&quot; Serenity said as Selena headed for her locker to get her english books. The hallway was cramed with students running about trying to get their books quickly and heading to their next class, it looked somewhat like a hundred chickens with their heads cut off. Walking calmly up to her locker, Selena opened the door and pulled out her english books, closing the locker she locked it and headed towards Serenity's locker, which was right beside Geneviere's. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;You guys ready, Mrs. Hamshire is quite strict with tartyness.&quot; they slammed their lockers and the three of them headed for room 203 for english. &quot;Wait you guys, I'm gonna wait for Daylon&quot; &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Ohhh Selena's got a boy friend&quot; Serenity and Geneviere chanted together. Selena blushed and pushed them lightly.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Shut up you guys, he's just a friend&quot;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Sure a 'friend' I beleive you Selena&quot; Serenity giggled and headed for room 203. &quot;Well we'll meet you guys there then&quot; Geneviere followed Serenity to the room, Selena looked around trying to find Daylon. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Maybe he doesn't have english now&quot; Selena said to herself as she stood in the middle of the hallway trying to see through the thinning clump of students heading for class. After a few moments Selena saw Daylon looking around the hallway, trying to figure out where he was going. &quot;Daylon!!, Daylon!! over here!&quot; Selena waved her arms in the air, trying to get his attention. He heard her voice over the bustle of students, and slamming doors. Looking over to her, his heart jumped a little, he was surprised that someone actually waited for him, smiling he waved back and headed towards her. Running past students racing to get to class before they get yelled at for being late, Daylon ran into a few students on his way to Selena.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Sorry&quot; he said as he ran into each of them, making his way through the group of students, as he made his way to Selena, the students had all gone to class, and all that was left was the both of them standing in the hallway. &quot;Thanks for waiting for me&quot; Daylon cleared his throat and then looked at Selena with a warming smile. Selena wondered how mean people were to Daylon if he was surprised that she had waited for him, which made her feel sorry for him, he mustn't have had the great of a life growing up. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Anytime Daylon, I'll help you to the next class as well. As long as it's chemistry, because that's what I have next&quot; Daylon looked at his schedule mouthing the names of the classes as he scrolled down the list until he reached the next class. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Uhhh it appears that I do have chemistry next&quot; &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Great! So I'll escort you to that class as well, but right now we gotta head this way, before Mrs.Hamshire gets mad at us for being late&quot; Selena pointed in the direction of room 203, which was behind her. She started for the classroom, and Daylon quickly walked up beside her, Selena looked over at him and smiled and then continued her way towards the room. She kind of liked the thought of having Daylon around, he was another friendly face in this sea of hatred that was Walkerville Academy, for every nice student, there was ten students ready to rip your head off. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;As they reached the room Mrs.Hamshire's loud voice could be heard telling the students about their date for the Shakespeare test that was coming up next week, and how they had to study or else they would fail. Selena looked at Daylon and made a slightly worried face and them smiled, she slowly opened the door and stood in the door way. Serenity and Geneviere looked over at the two and smiled. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;So nice for you to join us Selena and umm&quot;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Daylon, Daylon Wier&quot; &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;And Daylon, I don't want to have any more tartyness from you two ok, I should make you sit outside, but I want you in here for the lesson today. So sit, and be quiet&quot; Mrs.Hamshire's voice boomed, the annoyance in her voice was very clear, and Selena headed for her seat this time in front of Serenity and still beside Geneviere. Daylon sat two seats back from Serenity and opened his sketch book, beginning to draw again. Once Selena was seated Mrs.Hamshire began her lesson on verbs and nouns, Serenity leaned forward and Geneviere leaned in to listen. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;So why were you guys so late huh?&quot; Serenity said with a giggle. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;'Nothing, I was just looking for him, and that's what took up the time&quot;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Oh, ok then&quot; Serenity sounded less then convinced but sat back in her chair, listening intently on the lesson, Selena shrugged her shoulders and sat back in her chair. Leaning towards Geneviere Selena whispered in her ear. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;So have I missed anything exciting?&quot; Geneviere chuckled and whispered back.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Well unless you find verbs exciting, then I'd say no&quot; &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Didn't think so, this women doesn't know the meaning of fun&quot;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;I'm teaching a class here and I don't want to have to compete with your voice, got that Selena&quot; Selena jumped and looked at Mrs. Hamshire who had her arms crossed and a stern look on her face. Selena nodded and slouched back in her chair. 'Now open your book please, and...&quot; Mrs. Hamshire looked to the back of the class at Daylon. &quot;Daylon what are you doing? Drawing, that's what art class is for, please close it and if I see you doing that again it'll be my sketch book got that&quot; Daylon quickly closed the book and nodded, Evan turned around and smirked at Daylon who glared back at him and put his sketchbook away. He turned his attention back to Mrs.Hamshire, but stole a glance at the back of Selena's head and then back to the teacher who had once again began her lesson. Yawning, Selena sat back in her chair once more and tried to pay attention to what Mrs.Hamshire was saying. She hadn't gotten a lot of sleep last night due to the nightmare, and english wasn't the best class to keep her interest, unless it was story writing day, but that wasn't until Friday. Each blink she too her eyelids became heavier and heavier, her head began to slowly lean towards the desk. She opened her eyes wide, and tried to stay awake as best as possible, but it was hard, verbs and nouns wasn't the most exciting subject. Turning to the window to try and keep her occupied, she saw the caretaker, Mr. Warner, watering the flowers in his navy blue overalls. Her eye lids seemed to be weighed down by tiny weights, but she tried to keep them open. Mr.Warner finished watering the flowes and went to continue his cleaning duties, she sat there staring out the window at the flowers. A lone bee flew from one flower to another as a gentle breeze moved the flowers slightly, the fresh smell of flowers flew into the window which made Selena smile slightly. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;Then all of a sudden the sound of Mrs.Hamshire's booming voice was gone along with the smell of flowers, and the other students. The room was filled with a grey mist and everything seemed so far away. Looking around, confused, Selena stood up and headed for the door, walking out into what was supposed to be the hallway, but instead she was in the lobby of the school. Searching the lobby she saw no one there, but she could feel someone staring at her, and she got the feeling that who ever or what ever it was didn't like her much. She walked caustiously towards the stairs, but the stairs melted away into grass, making Selena stumble a little before catching her balance. She was beggining to get annoyed, what had happened to everyone, and why was nothing what it seemed. Walking around the garden looking for anything that was alive, she came up with nothing, nothing but the feeling she was being watched. Searching the gardens, she squinted hard but saw nothing, she sighed and walked over to a bench that disappeared as she went to sit on it. Falling over onto the ground, she grunted and starting hitting the ground which seemed to be the only thing she could touch. &quot;What the hell is going on where is everyone!!!&quot; Looking up to the school she saw someone looking at her from the window of Headmaster Harmonds office, the person face was blurry and she could only she the outline of the figure. Sitting up her heart started racing. &quot;Hey!! hey you!!&quot; she yelled as she headed for the school tripping over a water can that Mr.Warner had left on the ground, smashing her face into the concrete, blood trickled down her forehead. &quot;Ow!, damn you Mr.Warner!&quot; as she felt her forehead to see how much damage had been done to her head, a loud buzzing sound began ringing in her ears, and got louder and louder to the point where it was a high pitched scream. It sounded like a thousand tea kettles all going off at once, and it was making Selena's eyes water. &quot;Owwww make it stop!!!&quot; she yelled as everything went black and the ground beneath her fell away, leaving her to fall into the abyss. Her heart began to race as she flew through the darkness, not knowing what was gonna be waiting there, until finally she slammed into her chair and awoke to the sound of the school bell. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Omg we thought we lost you for a second, you weren't waking up. You missed chemistry, no one could find you. I guess we all didn't think to look for you in here.&quot;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;Serenity began to laugh until her eyes fell upon the gash on Selena's forehead. &quot;Omg what happened to your forehead, your bleeding&quot; at that Selena was fully awake, she reached for her forehead, her eyes widened as she felt the dry blood and the gash that she had gotten from her dream. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Omg it couldn't have really happened, could it have?&quot; Selena asked herself, Serenity and Geneviere exchanged nervous glances and then Serenity said softly.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Is something wrong Selena, what couldn't have happened?&quot; Selena looked at Serenity quickly and then glanced at Geneviere and then back to Serenity.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Nothing, it's nothing, just a bad dream that's all&quot; Selena smiled, but her friends looked anything but convinced, none the less they left it at that and started for the door. Selena noticed a presence in the room, and her heart started beating faster again.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;It couldn't be&quot; She turned around quickly to see Daylon sitting there staring at her, a sigh of relief escaped her lips, she placed a hand on her chest as her heart slowly went back to normal. Daylon continued to look at her for a moment and then shrugged, picking up his sketch book and standing up, he looked back to Selena and said. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;So I guess I'll see you next class, I'm gonna go find my brother&quot; Selena nodded and watched as he walked out of the room, waiting for him to leave before she gathered her things and headed out the door. But instead of going to the cafeteria she headed for the stairs towards the big oak doors. It was the first time she had actually seen someone in her dreams, and she wanted to get back to Hawthorne's as quickly as possible and record her dream in her &quot;dream journal&quot;. Heading down the concrete steps, she glanced at the window of Headmaster Harmonds office and saw nothing, then, happy to see no one there, she continued towards the gates of the Academy. Students didn't even notice as she walked past them out of the gates leaving the Academy, but it's not like she wanted to be noticed leaving the school. As soon as she was out of the gates she ran towards the orphanage. Her feet thudding the conrete as she hurried back to Hawthornes, until finally the big building was in her sights.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;Heading up the steps of Hawthorne's she opened the door, hoping that Ms.Barrow wouldn't see her on her way to her room. Luckily Ms.Barrows favourite show was on and she was to engulfed in the drama to notice anything around her so Selena made a quit get away down the hallway towards her room. The hallway was dark and all that covered the maroon walls was the portrait of Charles Hawthorne III, founder of the Hawthorne Orphanage, who disappeared all of a sudden back in 1983 and was never seen again. There was no Charles Hawthorne the VI to carry on with the orphanage, and so the city council had decided on closing the orphanage, unless someone stepped up and offered to look after all the orphans. Ms. Mariam Barrow, a young women with high ambitions and a love for children stepped up to the plate, but soon became as cold, and mysterious as the disappearance of Charles Hawthorne. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;Walking past his steely gaze, Selena shuddered and walked into her room, dropping her backpack near the door she hurried over to her desk and quickly began searching for her&quot;dream journal&quot; amongst the scattered pages of photographs left all over her desk. Throwing aside papers, and photo's, she frantically looked for the journal, finally she found it in one of the drawers and began writing furiously in it. She didn't stop until she had every detail of her dream down on paper, she added in bold letters the injury she had acquired while in the dream, and then dropped the pen and quickly sat back in the chair. She let out a sigh of relief as she looked at the journal and at the words she had just written, she hoped that she wouldn't have another dream like this one, she would always hope, but as always her hopes were empty. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;Staring out the window, she remember that she still had another half a day of school left, and that she needed to show Daylon to the next class, she couldn't just leave him standing in the hallway looking like an idiot. Sp reluctantly she stood up and headed to the bathroom to wash off the dry blood before returning to school Turning on the bathroom lights she faced the mirror, there wasn't as much blood as she thought there would be, which she thought was probably for the best. She stared at the cut for a moment and then grabbed a wash cloth, wetting it before dabbing the cut, washing away the last remnants of her nightmare. The cut wasn't too deep, so she wouldn't need to get stitches, which she thought was a good thing, since she had never had stitches in her life, and wanted to keep it that way. Setting the cloth down on the counter, she headed for the door, grabbed her backpack and walked into the hallway. Sneaking past the living room as to not get Ms.Barrow's attention, she quietly opened the door and walked out into the fresh air which had become a little more crisp and cool since she was last outside. She began walking down the sidewalk towards the school, people hustling about to get where there headed, not one person gave a second glance at Selena as she headed down the sidewalk. They were all to busy worrying about the dark clouds brewing above, every now and then they all stole a glance above, some cursing the weather under their breath. Selena hoped it would rain, infact she hoped they might even get a thunderstorm, she knew it was weird, but she loved thunderstorms and the rain, they somehow made her happy. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;Walking up the concrete steps towards the big doors of the Academy, students were still sitting about, eating and talking so Selena didn't have a need to hurry. As she headed up the stairs she heard a loud yell coming from near the music room.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Get the freak!&quot;, Selena knew all to well who's voice that was, Chris Cheffer. Turning her head she saw Chris and one of his henchmen, Paul, picking on a boy that looked to be about 14 years old. Selena began walking towards the bullies, but stopped when Daylon quickly ran past her screaming at the two bullies. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Get away from him, leave him alone!!&quot; Daylon screamed, Selena was not quite certain why he was so angry at the two of them, but she soon found that out. &quot;Leave my brother alone&quot; Daylon ran up to Chris and pushed him, Chris being as big as he was hardly moved by the weak attempt at knocking him over, he just looked at Daylon and laughed. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;You think you can hurt me, damn your dumber then I thought, no wait, your just as dumb as I thought&quot; Chris laughed cruedly, and shoved Daylon knocking him back onto the grass. Daylon just glared at Chris from his position on the ground, his brother struggled to get free from the grip that Paul had on the back of his collar. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;'Let me go, I didn't do anything to you&quot; Paul laughed and tightened his grip on the Nicks collar, lifting him up into the air, his feet flailing in the air. &quot;Put me down!&quot;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Put Nick down or else&quot; Daylon shot up quickly from the ground and glared into Pauls eyes.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Or else what, you'll glare at me some more, or cut me with your magic emo powers&quot; Paul and Chris laughed coldy, and by this time there was a crowd watching them all, and again doing nothing to stop the fight. Selena moved forward a little towards the four of them, but she felt a hand grab her arm and pull her back, looking over she saw Torin shake his head, and mouth the words &quot;too dangerous&quot;. Selena turned to face the guys again, a worried look on her face, her heart was racing, she didn't want anything to happen to Daylon, and his brother, especially since Paul and Chris were much more stronger then Daylon is. Chris advanced towards Daylon with a look on his face that sent shivers all throughout Selena's body, she couldn't shake the feeling that something bad was about to happen. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Alright freak, we can do this the easy way, that's you admitting defeat and running scared like the little pussy you are. Or we can do this the hard way, that's you getting your face crushed in by my fist&quot; Daylon gulped as Chris steadily got closer to him, Daylons fists were clenched, and sweat dripped down his forehead, Selena could see the fear in his eyes as the giant oaf got closer and closer to him. Suddenly Daylon stopped cowering backwards, he stood up tall and looked into Chris's steely, cold eyes and said a little hesitantly.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;I'm not scared of you&quot; A roar of laughter broke out over the student body, Daylon didn't move his eyes from the big jock's face, except to steal a glance at his fists which looked about ready to go. A look of amusement on Chris's face as he spoke.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Your not afraid of me, well my god I'm kind of glad you think that because then when I'm done wailing on you, it'll be your fault&quot; Daylon's face changed from couragious to scared as Chris swung full forced at Daylon, hitting him square in the face. Selena screamed as Daylon fell backwards over the bench, clutching his face, he screamed in agony. Chris ran towards him, grabbing his collar and pulling him up, blood ran down his face and dripped onto his uniform. His eyes were wide as Chris wound up ready to hit him again, Selena ran forward just as the bell rang for fourth period, Chris looked at the school as if it told him something and then dropped Daylon. &quot;You got lucky punk&quot; He whispered to Daylon and walked away, but pushed Daylon to the ground as he tried to stand back up and headed off to class.Paul dropped Daylons little brother and ran after Chris, Nick ran over to Daylon just as Selena did.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;'Are you ok Daylon?&quot; Selena bent down to look at his face, Daylon pushed her hand away. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;'I'm fine&quot; Selena looked at Daylon as he said those words, she felt a little hurt that he didn't want to tell her how he felt.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Are you sure, becuase I think you should go get your nose checked, it could be...&quot;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;I'm ok, I promise. Look it's not broken, I'll just go wash off the blood and get to class. I'll be ok&quot; Daylon stood up and headed for the school leaving Selena kneeling on the grass watching after him, she sighed and sat back on the grass. Daylon seemed a little cross with Selena, and she didn't know why, had she done something wrong? &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;She sat there for a long time, just thinking, thinking about the dream, about meeting Daylon, and Rayne's broken arm, trying to piece each event together, but coming up short of an explanaition. A light breeze blew by her, but Selena didn't seem to notice that she was getting cold, or when the rain drops started falling on her and in her wound, making it sting. Eventually her thoughts were broken by the sound of thunder overhead, averting her eyes away from the blank nothingness she was looking at, she stared at the sky as a bolt of lightning cut the sky in two followed by a sharp crack of thunder. Then remembering where she was, she looked at her watch and noticed that she had missed almost an entire class. She shrugged it off, it wasn't the first time she had skipped a class, she would just get the homework from either Serenity or Geneviere since they were all in the same classes. Then Daylon floated into her mind. &quot;Omg! Daylon, I forgot to take him to class&quot; Selena stood up quickly and headed for the school. &quot;Well Serenity or Geneviere must have taken him to class, at least I hope one of them did&quot; that alone seemed convincing enough, but Selena was a worrier, and worried about almost everything, especially when it came to her friends. Looking around once more at the school grounds she headed up the big stairs and into the school. No one was out of classes yet and the Prefects were making rounds to make sure it stayed that way, so as to not get caught, Selena slipped into the coat room until the bell rang, which was only a few minutes. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;After the bell rang, Selena waited a few moments until she could hear students walking about in the lobby and then made her way to room 156 which was the computer class. She came across Dorian heading towards the door, Selena grabbed his arm as he was heading past her. &quot;Hey Dorian, have you seen Serenity and Geneviere around anywhere?&quot; Dorian looked at her hand as Selena loosened her grip on his arm. &quot;Sorry&quot; smiling to her, Dorian made a W sign with his fingers, as he always did and looked down the hallway. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Uhhh I just saw them over there somewhere, with that guy, the pale guy with the sort of long black hair, a little chubby. The guy that was in art class.&quot;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Daylon Wier&quot;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Ya that's the guy, he looked a little sad, or angry, either way he wasn't happy. But I'm gonna go find Diten, so I guess I'll see you later, I'll probably come by the orphanage after school sometime&quot; before Selena had a chance to say anything, Dorian was gone, heading down the hallway in the opposite direction, looking for Diten. Watching as he disappeared into the clump of students crowding the hallways, she turned in the other direction and went on her search to find her friends. She first headed towards the computer lab which is where Dorian had pointed, walking into the room filled with computers, and students using them for their own leisure. Letting out and angry sigh as she headed towards the chem lab which was just one door down and most likely where Torin would be. Pushing past everyone, she searched each face as they walked past her, but not one was ever friendly. As she made it to the chem lab, she walked inside to meet an aroma of embalming fluid, she began coughing at the grotesque smell that filled her nose. Stumbling back out of the room, she headed towards the lobby, still coughing as she came to the giant room. She sat down on an empty bench and sighed. &quot;They've ditched me&quot; Selena seemed doubtful but kept a look out for her friends, she knew they were trying to find her as much as she was trying to find them, but the Academy was a big place which meant they could be anywhere. She watched as students and their friends walked about, talking to each other about this and that, Selena wished she could find her friends and talk about mindless things. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;Eventually the bell rang for the next class, which was history with Headmaster Harmond, who was a wiz at history, and also one of the nicest teachers at Walkerville Academy, right after Mr. Messet the music teacher, and also the head of the drama club. Selena headed for history class, alone, and on the way saw Dorian and Diten heading for their class, which was probably math class. Selena waved to them both, and they waved back. Diten wore a goofy face as usual while Dorian made a motion with his hands which was his pinky and ring finger together with his other two fingers spread apart in opposite directions, while his thumb just sat upright doing nothing, it was his trademark hand movement. Selena smiled and headed on without a word up the stairs. Room 210 was at the end of the hallway, and to the left down the second wing of the second floor, so she had some way to walk before she was there. She looked to the tile on the floor as she walked, kicking a crumpled up piece of paper watching it roll across the floor until it rolled underneath a locker. Sighing she continued sluggishly towards room 210, she didn't feel like having history class today no matter how nice Headmaster Harmond was. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;She finally made it to room 210, stopping just outside the door which was still opened, which could only mean Headmaster Harmond wasn't there yet, he was always late for class, since he was the Headmaster he had a lot on his hands. Taking a deep breath, Selena walked inside to many loud obnoxious voices booming at once, she swore that one day she would go deaf after being in this school. Heading towards her usual spot in the corner by Serenity and Geneviere , she looked up smiling to see Daylon sitting in her spot, her smile quickly faded. All three of them looked at Selena as she stood there shocked that they hadn't saved her spot. &quot;Selena, uhh Daylon he, uhhh I'm sorry&quot; Serenity tried to explain but Selena just smiled and shook her head.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;It's ok I'll just find another spot&quot; Selena smiled again and looked around for another place to sit, seeing only one, and she wasn't to happy about where it was. She looked back to them and then to the seat behind Chris which was usually filled by Evan, but since he had his &quot;accident&quot; he wasn't here today. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Look Selena I will sit behind Chris, and you can take my spot&quot; Selena knew Geneviere would say that, but Selena shook her head and looked at Geneviere.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;No, you keep your spot, as much as I can't stand Chris, I will sit there. Who knows maybe he won't bug me&quot; Selena laughed at that, although it wasn't a humourous laugh, it was a laugh of fear, she wasn't sure what Chris would do to her during class, and she didn't want to think of it at all. &quot;Well I'm going now, so I guess I'll see you guys after class&quot; &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Bye&quot; she heard chorused after her as she walked off to her doom behind Chris, as she made her way across the room she noticed many eyes peering at her, she chose not to notice, or at least appear to not notice.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;What is she doing over here?&quot; &quot;Where does she think she's going?&quot; &quot;Oh look one of the misfits wants to sit with us, well we can change that&quot; All around her came voices of malice and contempt, her heart started racing as she took her seat behind the big jock. Chris turned around with a smirk that made Selena feel uneasy, she looked over to her friends who were watching the whole time.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Well hello there, what do you think your doing over here, I think your kind is supposed to be on that side&quot; Chris pointed over towards Serenity, Geneviere and Daylon with a look of disgust as if they were a bunch of garbage. Selena shifted her glance over at them and then back to Chris, but didn't say a word. &quot;Oh so that's the way you want it huh, well that little stunt your freak friend pulled today is gonna cost you, so prepare for hell&quot; Chris turned around, but not before throwing a fake punch towards her making her flinch, she felt the wind on her face. Chris could be heard cackling to the front of the class while Selena sat there wide eyed, heart racing, and her mouth dry. Just then Headmaster Harmond strolled into the room, smile on his face, with a text book under his arm, and a coffee mug in the other hand. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Alright class, sorry for being late, but I had a few things I needed to tend to. Today we will be learning about the French Revolution, so please I want no frog jokes, I think the french have had enough things happen to them&quot; His voice projected out throughout the class, but it was a friendly voice, he smiled and gave a throaty laugh then opened his text book. &quot;Alright now open your books to page 234, I'd like you to read from 234 to 238 and then just sit tight and I will tell you what to do next&quot; he looked around the room and his eyes fell on Selena and wondered why she was sitting there behind Chris since her usual spot was in the other corner, but looking over to her usual spot he saw why. Seeing Daylon, he spoke even louder and more clear &quot;Oh yes and there is a new student here today, you may have seen him wandering about the school everyonce and a while, checking it out. He moved here a few months ago but was being home schooled. His name is Daylon Weir, please stand up Daylon&quot; Daylon looked up to the front of the class at Headmaster Harmond, he was the first teacher who actually acknowleged him as being a new student, instead of just ignoring him. He hesitantly stood up and looked around the room, his nose was a little red from the punch to the nose he had taken earlier, but it didn't look broken. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Uhhh hi&quot; Daylon said nervously as he shifted on his feet. &quot;My name is Daylon, as uhhh he said&quot; he looked at Headmaster Harmond and then around the class at many staring faces, most of which looked bored and didn't seem to even notice that he was speaking. &quot;Yup that's it&quot; Daylon sat down quickly and looked at his sketch book, not moving his attention anywhere else. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Uhhh thank you Daylon, hope you enjoy it here at Walkerville Academy&quot; a sarcastic laugh could be heard from Selena, which made Serenity giggle. Headmaster Harmond seemed to ignore the laugh and continued. &quot;Well lets continue on with our lesson shall we, open your books and read those pages, I'll be marking papers, so please keep it down&quot; He walked to the front of the room and sat down in the teachers desk, opening up his binder he took out his red pen and began marking papers vigorously, stopping every now and then to take a sip from his coffee mug. Selena opened her book to page 234 and began reading about the French Revolution, although she really didn't know what she was reading, since she never retained anything she read in school. But she was more worried about Chris, she would glance up every now and then to see if he was looking at her, she didn't feel like getting harassed anymore today. For the most part he stayed reading, but every once and a while he would talk to one of his friends, maybe his talk of hell was only jokes, but if she knew Chris like she thought she did, then he was preparing something big. A few more nervous glances at Chris until finally Headmaster Harmonds friendly, booming voice said. &quot;Alright class that's well enough time to have read what I assigned, now lets get into groups and I'll tell you what we're going to do&quot; Selena's heart jumped and a smile grew across her face, she wouldn't have to sit near Chris anymore, she could go with her friends. Sighing with relief, she sat back in her chair and picked her books up getting ready to move over to her friends. People started moving about, getting into their groups, a loud ruckus errupted around the room as everyone began talking at once to eachother. &quot;I want you to all move quietly please, or I will pick the groups&quot; At that word, everyone became quiet, a few whispers here and there, but other than that, silence. Selena stood up and quickly made her way away from Chris, she could feel his eyes watching her back as she moved towards her friends, her heart beating fast. Safely making her way across the room to her friends, her heart stopped beating so hard as she sat down next to Serenity and Geneviere. Daylon sat there quietly, looking up everyonce and a while at Selena, and then back down to his sketchbook as he began drawing a new picture. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;I'm so glad Headmaster Harmond is letting us pick our own groups, because I was so worried sitting behind Chris&quot; Selena said as she opened her book again to page 234, a hint of happiness in her voice. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Ya, well Headmaster Harmond and Mr.Messet are the only teachers in this entire school that doesn't think of us as freaks&quot; came Geneviere's voice from behind a book she was reading, everyone nodded at that, it was true, most teachers thought of the orphans, and all the people affiliated with them, as freaks. But not Headmaster Harmond, and Mr. Messet, in fact they always stuck up for them, and would make sure they were alright and safe. But of course they can only do so much, and can't ensure their total safety. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Alright everyone, what you and your groups are to do is find a good hiding place in the school yard, make a good fort. And then your group and all the other groups will war against each other&quot; Selena's heart sunk, this could not be good, she knew, and inevitably Serenity and Geneviere knew this too, that they were going to be ganged upon by all the other groups. All around the room came eager voices, and laughs at the sound of war amongst the students, and few students glanced towards the four &quot;mifits&quot; and then returned to talking with their friends. &quot;Now each group will have lots of ammunition, which will be water balloons. I have boughten many balloons and have filled tons of them, and if you run out then you have to go and find more, I have hidden bags of balloons around the school yard. Now please, I do not, repeat, do not want a giant massacre, you hit someone once, and only once, and then they are dead, none of this hitting them ten times, and NO face shots, if I see a face shot then you will be out of the war and have to sit down and work. This is for fun, not for hurting each other, it's a privelige, not a right, so I can take it away as easily as I have given you this reward. And after the war, we are all to go and clean up as much pieces of balloons as possible, I had to make an agreement with Mr.Warner about that, or else we could not do this.&quot; Glum looks were worn upon Selena and her friends faces, Daylon looked at Headmaster Harmond as if he was giving him a death sentence, he clutched his sketch book tight to his chest as if protecting it from some unforeseen force. Chris smiled, and looked over to Selena, she knew what he was planning, she could see it written on his face, and there wasn't much she could do about it but watch out, and fight for her life. &quot;Alright now get your groups ready for a war, grab a bucket of balloons, and go to your forts.&quot; Harmond began passing out buckets to everyone, with at least 50 balloons in each, they weren't to big of balloons, but in the right hands could still hurt as much as a big one could. Everyone gathered there stuff and began heading towards the door, grabbing a bucket of balloons on their way out. The last group was Selena's, who were all reluctant to go outside, for fear of their life. &quot;I know this will be scary, but I will be fighting on your side as your captain&quot; Both Selena and Serenity sat up, with grins on their faces, they knew with the Headmaster on their side that they couldn't get hurt, at least not badly. &quot;Alright lad and lasses&quot; He began as he marched back and forth in the front of the class, as a general would do before a battle. &quot;This war will be brutal, it will test both your physical and mental strenght&quot; He looked around and then leaned in, whispering to the four of them. &quot;And let me tell you, you all have more mental strength then the rest of your class&quot; They all smiled as he stood up straight again and continued with his marching. &quot;Now, today we go to war, there will be casualties, some may not make it, but we will all go down fighting won't we&quot; four reluctant nods answered back to him. &quot;So lets get out there and kick their butts!&quot; Harmond grabbed a bucket of balloons and headed towards the school grounds followed by the four teens. Daylon was the last one to leave the class, he put his sketch book into his locker before heading outside after the rest of them, running up beside Selena, he smiled at her, which was returned with a smile. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;]]></content>
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		  <entry>
	    <title>The Umbrella Academy</title>
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	    <issued>2007-06-23T15:43:00Z</issued>
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	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[<P><STRONG><FONT size=5>I know you all have heard so much about The Umbrella Academy by Gerard Way, but I have found&#133;]]></summary>
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	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;I know you all have heard so much about The Umbrella Academy by Gerard Way, but I have found a little bit more on it, so here it is. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;Umbrella Academy: Apocalypse Suite #1&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&lt;!-- Credits associated with this item --&gt;&lt;B&gt;Writer:&lt;/B&gt; &lt;A href=&quot;http://www.darkhorse.com/search/search.php?sstring=Gerard+Way&amp;match=all&amp;scope=products&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6600&gt;Gerard Way&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;Artist:&lt;/B&gt; &lt;A href=&quot;http://www.darkhorse.com/search/search.php?sstring=Gabriel+Ba&amp;match=all&amp;scope=products&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6600&gt;Gabriel Ba&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;Cover Artist:&lt;/B&gt; &lt;A href=&quot;http://www.darkhorse.com/search/search.php?sstring=James+Jean&amp;match=all&amp;scope=products&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6600&gt;James Jean&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;Colorist:&lt;/B&gt; &lt;A href=&quot;http://www.darkhorse.com/search/search.php?sstring=Dave+Stewart&amp;match=all&amp;scope=products&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6600&gt;Dave Stewart&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;!-- Associated items such as Previews, News Bits, etc... --&gt;&lt;B&gt;Genre: &lt;/B&gt;&lt;A href=&quot;http://www.darkhorse.com/search/search.php?genre=5&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6600&gt;Action/Adventure&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;

&lt;P&gt;Once, the Umbrella Academy was unstoppable. Under the tutelage of their guardian and mentor, Dr. Reginald Hargreeves, its members spent their childhoods fighting evil and honing their extraordinary gifts.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Until something went terribly wrong.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Now, nine years later, the estranged members of the Umbrella Academy are reunited by the death of the only parent they've ever known and the rise of a new and terrible threat. Will they be able to overcome their history for long enough to save the world-one more time?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Conceived and written by Gerard Way (of My Chemical Romance), &lt;I&gt;Umbrella Academy&lt;/I&gt; features interior art by Eisner Award-nominated artist Gabriel Ba (&lt;I&gt;De:Tales&lt;/I&gt;), colors by Eisner Award-winning colorist Dave Stewart, and covers by multiple-Eisner Award-winning painter James Jean (&lt;I&gt;Fables&lt;/I&gt;). &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;Publication Date:&lt;/B&gt; &lt;A href=&quot;http://www.darkhorse.com/search/search.php?sstring=2007-09&amp;match=all&amp;scope=products&quot;&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6600&gt;Sep 19, 2007&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;Format:&lt;/B&gt; Full color, 32 pages &lt;BR&gt;&lt;B&gt;Price:&lt;/B&gt; $2.99 &lt;/P&gt;

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&lt;P&gt;p.s I'd like to thank &lt;A href=&quot;http://www.darkhorse.com&quot;&gt;www.darkhorse.com&lt;/A&gt; for this information, visit it if you want to find out more on other comic books. &lt;/P&gt;]]></content>
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		  <entry>
	    <title>The Other Side</title>
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	    <issued>2007-06-09T21:31:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2007-06-09T21:31:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2007-06-09T21:31:00Z</created>
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<P align=center><U></U>&nbsp;</P>
<P align=left>I'm not gonna tell you about the book, or the individual chapters becuase I basically want you&#133;]]></summary>
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&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;U&gt;&lt;/U&gt; &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P align=left&gt;I'm not gonna tell you about the book, or the individual chapters becuase I basically want you guys to find out and don't want to give anything away. This is the first chapter of what I hope will be a long and wonderful novel someday. Hope you guys like it :-) &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P align=left&gt;p.s some of the names of chapters, or the name of the book may change, I will give warning if that is to happen just to make sure your all on the same page. And sorry the first chapter isn't that long.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;

&lt;P align=center&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P align=center&gt;The Awakening&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;

&lt;P&gt;Scared out of her mind, Selena ran through a long, dark corridor that seemed to stretch on forever. She could no longer hear the screaming of anguish and pain from the hundreds of people above, only the rythmitic thumping of her feet hitting the stone floor of the catacombs. The air was cold and damp, a sickly smell of death floated about her as she ran through the grey mist that filled the catacombs. Selena didn't know how long she had been running through the catacombs, it seemed like forever since she had seen the light of day, since she had seen her family. The last remaining memory she had of them, burned in the back of her mind now. Their screaming, saddened faces as they were murdered before her eyes, Selena still did not know the meaning behind their deaths. But she vowed to never cease the search for the meaning, and once she found out why, she'd find out who, and reak the revenge they had coming to them. Beads of sweat poured down her face, or was it tears for her lost family, she knew there wouldn't be a day that goes by that she wouldn't think of their faces, and dream of being with them once more. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;'Someday Selena, we'll all be back together. But now is not the time for you to join your family&quot; the voice of her mother came into her mind as she stopped and leaned against the wall to catch her breath. The last part of the sentence was drowned out by a loud buzzing noise in her ear. Reaching up to her ears, she clasped her hands tightly over them to stop the continuious buzzing sound that began to burn her ears. Screaming loudly as the sound got higher, the grey mist began to blur and swirl about her, changing into a colourful glow. The stone floor beneath her disappeared and Selena fell into the abyss, swirls of light surrounded her as she fell into nothingness, screaming so hard her lungs hurt.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;Suddenly she landed face first on the ground, beads of sweat fell onto the carpet as she lay there rubbing her nose and felt a trickle of blood run down her face. Quickly getting up she ran to the bathroom and turned on the light, squinting a little and covering her eyes for a moment to get used to the light, she walked over to the counter and grabbed a towel to stop the bleeding. This hadn't been the first time she had had that dream, it seemed to come every so often, not enough to keep her restless, but enough to make her not want to go to sleep. The dream wasn't always in the catacombs either, it realy depended on where she was sleeping. Usually if she was sleeping in the orphanage that's where the dream would be, but every now and then she would be down in those catacombs running for her life. There was also something different about the catacombs, the people, there were people screaming for their lives, while in the other dreams there was only her and the darkness. The only thing there with her was the inevitable presence that she felt in every dream, the feeling of someone or something watching her through the grey mist. The thought of it brought a shiver down her spine, she had never seen or heard anything, only felt that something was there with her. Sometimes the presence was friendly, but other times it was angry at not only her, but the entire world. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;Shaking her head to free her of that thought she checked in the mirror to make sure she had gotten all the blood. Turning on the tap, she soaked the towel in cold water, sponging her forehead to get rid of all the sweat. Fully awake now, Selena walked towards her mohagany desk, sat down and began to write what she had all expirienced in her dream as she always did after one of those nightmarish dreams. She wrote about the grey mist, the presence, the screams, everything she had encountered while in her slumber. After she was finished she sighed and closed her &quot;dream journal&quot; and began rubbing her feet. They always ached after one of those dreams, she always ached all over as if she had ran a marathon. Rubbing her neck she looked around at her room filled with posters of the bands she liked, and photographs that she would take during her spare time. One of her aspirations was to become a photographer, so she had begged her foster mother to buy her a professional camera, it costed a pretty penny, but Margery was willing to do anything for her sweet little angel. Well she was until she became ill and passed away when Selena was 13 years old. Now Selena was stuck in a orphanage with the most ruthless, horid women she had ever met, Ms. Merilin Barrow. Or as some of the children at the orphanage like to call her, the Witch of Hawthorne, which was the name of the orphanage she and her little brother, Drake, stayed at. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;Getting up she walked over to her dresser and started to take off her pajama's and put on her school uniform. The sun was peeking over the horizon and she found no point in going back to sleep when she would be needing to get up in a few hours to take care of little Eliza, the youngest of all the orphans there at Hawthornes. She was two and a half, and always seemed to wake up around 6 in the morning. Ms.Barrow would never see to her, so Selena always had to take care of her. Feed her, change her, give her a bath, and then after all that Selena would have to start breakfast for the rest of the kids. She was the eldest of the orphansat Hawthornes, at 16 years of age, she had the most responsibilty. Taking care of the kids, especially little Eliza, and doing homework, cleaning, and well basically everything around Hawthorne since Ms.Barrow doesn't do anything but sit on her ass all day and yell at everyone for nothing. The main thing the children loved to do around here was pull pranks on Ms.Barrow, to see who could anger her the most. It made us all laugh, for a while anyways, at least until Ms.Barrow would dish out cruel and unsual punishments. Like last week when Torin placed a dead frog in Ms.Barrows food, and almost got her to eat it. She made him stand on the roof holding a chicken saying the lords prayer backwards until the chicken laid an egg. Poor Torin was up there for almost six and a half hours, until the egg came out. His arms and legs were soar, and once he got down from the roof he barfed all over Janessa's shoes, which earned him yet another punishment. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;Buttoning up the last button on her blouse, she pulled her schools colours over her shoulders and did up the first button to the navy blue blazer. Looking in the mirror she combed her long black hair and applied her makeup which consisted of eyeliner, and more eyeliner. Selena was a fair skinned girl, with lovely almond shaped green eyes and wavy black hair that stopped halfway down her back. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;Smoothing down her navy blue skirt, and putting on her white socks and dress shoes. She heard the usual sound she would hear at six, Eliza crying, sighing she walked towards Eliza's room, luckily right beside Selena's room, and opened the door to see Eliza sitting up and crying her eyes out. Calmly Selena walked over to the crib and picked her up, patting her back she would say soothingly.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;It's alright baby, I'm here for you&quot; then walking down the hallway which was bare and plain. Ms.Barrow didn't like paintings much, she didn't like anything for that matter, except for yelling and giving orders. Selena reached the kitched and turned on the light to reveal the same old ugly green tiles that had been there since she arrived at Hawthornes three and a half years ago. A drip of water fell into the rusted sink, a drip of water that seemed never to leave, that seemed never to cease. Setting Eliza down in her high chair, Selena walked to the fridge and pulled out some formula. She warmed it in the microwave for a few second and gave it to Eliza who drank it quickly as though she hadn't eaten in a week. Then walking to the cupboard, she pulled out a bag of pancake mix and began to combine all the ingredients when she heard footsteps coming down the creaky, dusty stairs. &quot;Good morning Rupert&quot; she said without even seeing who it was. Rupert was usually the third person to wake up in the household. He was the second eldest, being older than Drake by just a month, and was usually the most quiet, except when talking to his closest friends. He had arrived at Hawthornes around the same time Drake and Selena had three and a half years ago when he was twelve years old. His father had passed away from an automobile accident and his mother was so heartbroken that she shut off from the world around her and had gotten checked into the Institute for the Mentally Disabled. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Good morning Selena, pancakes for breakfast again&quot; Rupert mumbled in his soft, quiet voice. Mixing the pancake powder with milk and eggs, I nodded and turned on the frying pan. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;'It's all there is to eat in this place, Ms.Barrow can't seem to buy groceries, I'll pick up some food on the way home from school today&quot; I began pouring the batter into the frying pan when Torin poked his head around the corner of the kitchen, a goofy smile stretched from ear to ear. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;What's going on in here?&quot; he said in his scruffy, loud voice accompanied by yet another goofy smile. Smiling, I shook my head and poured some more batter onto the frying pan, making a sizzling sound as it touched the hot surface.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;What does it look like is going on?&quot; I retorted with a slight chuckle. This is how it was every morning, Selena would make breakfast, then Rupert would come and say good morning, and Torin would ask what was going on. She loved the way it was here, even if it was a horid, and a god foresaken hell hole of a place, but all of the Hawthorne orphans were best friends. Always there for each other, and sticking up for each other at school, since all of them weren't exactly &quot;popular&quot;. All the kids at school would always call Hawthornes Orphanage &quot;the place where freaks are born&quot; But they had all gotten used to it though, since they hear stuff like that almost everyday, the kids at the Walkerville Academy weren't exactly the nicest of students. There's not a day that goes by that someone isn't pushed, or shoved into a locker, or hit for being &quot;different&quot;, it always disgusted Selena to see people making fun of those who were &quot;different&quot;. But there was nothing she could do about it, since she was there taking hits with the rest of them, she had come back to Hawthornes with bruises or broken limbs before, and would again. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;Before Selena had even finished making all the pancakes all the kids were awake and streaming into the kitchen grabbing all the food in sight and shoving it into their faces. A few of them had the curtousy to use a fork and knife, but most just took what they wanted with their hands and ate the food without using a plate. Which didn't bother Selena much, since it meant less dishes to do, but she still would like it if they would all eat at least one meal with a plate. She swears that she's never seen some of them eat with a plate before, and thinks they don't even know what a plate it. Taking the last pancakes over to the tables Selena sat at the end of the table as always, and grabbed herself a plate of pancakes. She began to eat when she heard a scream come from upstairs, we all immediatly looked to Torin with a sour face, but he simply shrugged.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;I didn't do anything I swear, last time I pulled a prank on Ms.Barrow I ended up haning upside down under the Failen Park Bridge. It may have only been a metre or two high, but still just as terrifying&quot; even though his voice was hoarse, his face seemed believable and people began wondering what happened. I took the first inisiative and began walking towards the stairs, after me came Drake, Rupert, and Torin. Then followed the rest, Torin's partners in crime, Rayne and Diten were chasing down Torin as he ripped up the stairs streaming past Selena and pushing her to the wall. Rayne's hearty laugh could be heard heading down the hallway upstairs followed by his obnoxious and yet caring voice.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Sorry Selena&quot;, Selena looked up the stairs and then behind her to the other kids and shook her head.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Boys&quot; Smiling she continued her way to where they had heard the scream, upon reaching the hallway they had could see Rayne, Torin, and Diten standing perfectly still in the doorway to one of the rooms. &quot;What is it?&quot; Selena inquired, but no answer came from them, the only thing that could be heard was the wind howling outside, wrapping against the walls of the Hawthorne Orphanage. Moving closer till she could push her way through the three boys to see what they were looking at, Selena gasped and put her hand over her mouth. On the floor lay Sakasha, an eight year old, curly haired, brown eyed child with . Walking forward towards the still body, Selena hoped that no one could hear her heart, but surely they could since it sounded like a million drums beating in her chest. As she reached over to test for a heart beat, Sakasha's eyes shot open and she grabbed Selena's arm.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;'Gotcha!&quot; she yelled, and began giggling uncontrollably as Selena stared wide eyed at the young hellian. She had to wait a few moments while her heart beat returned to normal before speaking to her.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;What do you think you were doing Sakasha, I thought you were dead!&quot; She tried to keep her voice down, but she couldn't, this was to much to take after having another one of those dreams. Standing up Selena looked at the clock and saw it was 8:45 heading out of the room she said to the others. &quot;We better get going to school if we don't want to be late&quot;. Heading to her room Selena looked back to make sure the others were getting ready as well, they seemed to be grabbing their books and backpacks so she walked into her room to get her things. Grabbing her backpack, she opened it and put her science binder, that she never did get to, back into the bag and zipped it up. &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;Heading down the stairs Selena heard Ms.Barrow yelling at Torin and Rayne, she headed for the living room where the shrill voice was coming from. Standing in the door way, she leaned against it with her right shoulder watching as Ms.Barrow's horid, wretched words did nothing to scare the liveliness and disregard for the rules out of those two hoodlums. Smiling as they headed out of the room, I smiled back and handed them their backpacks. They walked to the door and waited for Rupert and Diten to join them before they went off towards the Walkerville Academy together. As Rupert and Diten gathered there things, the other three talked of what they were going to do to Ms.Barrow next.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;I think we should put live snakes in her bed while she sleeps, she's always hated those things&quot; chuckled Torin as he immitated what Ms.Barrow would do once she awoke to snakes in her bed.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Well I think we should put maggots in her food and tell her it's exotic food, see how she likes that&quot;.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;It would taste better then her actual cooking, thankfully she stopped doing that after that incident when Christian found that mouse in his soup&quot; added Diten as he walked into the conversation, and straggling behind him was Rupert. Selena shook her head and decided to put her two cents into the mix.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Well I think you guys should lay off the pranks for a little while, Ms.Barrow is just about ready to snap, I'm mean don't get me wrong I'd love to see her face when she wakes to find snakes in her bed. But I'm just saying, if you don't want her to kill you I suggest you guys lay low on her radar for a little while&quot; the guys looked from one to another and shook their heads.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Nah!!&quot; they all chorused together.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;Besides the only way to get off her radar, would be if we were dead&quot; Diten chimed in while Rayne pretended to choke himself, and then laughed and headed out the door followed by Rupert and Torin. Diten looked at Selena and smiled, motioning to the door he said in his slightly high voice.&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&quot;After you my royal Queen&quot;, he did a little bow and looked up at her smiling. Selena smiled and laughed, pushing Diten playfully then walked out the door after the others with Diten following right behind her.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;]]></content>
	    </entry>
		  <entry>
	    <title>Lies</title>
	    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blackmetal666.buzznet.com/user/journal/168638/"/>
	    <id>buzznet:user:entry:id:168638</id>
	    <issued>2007-05-04T19:51:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2007-05-04T19:51:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2007-05-04T19:51:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[<P align=center>Come one, come all<BR>To the falling of our lives<BR>To the falling of our hopes and dreams<BR>Becuase of all these&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>blackmetal666</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[&lt;P align=center&gt;Come one, come all&lt;BR&gt;To the falling of our lives&lt;BR&gt;To the falling of our hopes and dreams&lt;BR&gt;Becuase of all these lies&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P align=center&gt;Can you see all&lt;BR&gt;The pain and fear inside&lt;BR&gt;The hurt and hate and broken faith&lt;BR&gt;That comes with all these lies&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Don't you see where lies have brought us&lt;BR&gt;Upon war and death, they'll rot us&lt;BR&gt;To the bone, the flesh will fall&lt;BR&gt;Upon all these lies they call&lt;BR&gt;The truth,it's nothing more then shit&lt;BR&gt;That they feed us bit by bit&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P align=center&gt;Open your eyes&lt;BR&gt;To the world around you&lt;BR&gt;And see what all surrounds you&lt;BR&gt;It's filled with all these lies&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Don't you see where lies have brought us&lt;BR&gt;Upon war and death, they'll rot us&lt;BR&gt;To the bone, the flesh will fall&lt;BR&gt;Upon all these lies they call&lt;BR&gt;The truth,it's nothing more then shit&lt;BR&gt;That they feed us bit by bit&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P align=center&gt;They'd sell all your souls&lt;BR&gt;For a buck and a quarter&lt;BR&gt;If it could help feed the lies!&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P align=center&gt;Yeah!!&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P align=center&gt;They'll sell you for lies (lies!)&lt;BR&gt;They'll sell you for lies (lies!)&lt;BR&gt;They'll sell you for lies (lies!)&lt;BR&gt;Oh yes they'll sell you for lies (lies!)&lt;BR&gt;They'll sell you for lies (lies!)&lt;BR&gt;They'll sell you for lies (lies!)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;]]></content>
	    </entry>
		  <entry>
	    <title>Betrayal of the Heart</title>
	    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blackmetal666.buzznet.com/user/journal/168597/"/>
	    <id>buzznet:user:entry:id:168597</id>
	    <issued>2007-05-04T18:21:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2007-05-04T18:21:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2007-05-04T18:21:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[<P align=center>Betrayal of the Heart</P>
<P align=center><BR>Our hearts may beat, and though we need it<BR>Nothing seems to ever feed it's<BR>Consant hunger&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>blackmetal666</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[&lt;P align=center&gt;Betrayal of the Heart&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Our hearts may beat, and though we need it&lt;BR&gt;Nothing seems to ever feed it's&lt;BR&gt;Consant hunger for pain and love loss&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P align=center&gt;Blood pours in, and pain pours out&lt;BR&gt;Love flows in and there's no doubt&lt;BR&gt;That another heart will surely break today&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Cry!Cry! For what is gone&lt;BR&gt;Die!Die! And the damage done&lt;BR&gt;Through all of the pain&lt;BR&gt;The tears all cried and the heart is slain&lt;BR&gt;So don't you try and think for a second&lt;BR&gt;That you know what it's like to be stepped on&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P align=center&gt;Broken, shattered and been beaten&lt;BR&gt;Nothing seems to have a reason&lt;BR&gt;And all this pain will surely never go&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P align=center&gt;Scream out loud but no one hears it&lt;BR&gt;Behind closed doors is all that fear is&lt;BR&gt;To forever walk this world alone&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Cry!Cry! For what is gone&lt;BR&gt;Die!Die! And the damage done&lt;BR&gt;Through all of this pain&lt;BR&gt;The tears all cried and the heart is slain&lt;BR&gt;So don't you try and think for a second&lt;BR&gt;That you know what it's like to be stepped on&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P align=center&gt;Come to your senses, and see what love is&lt;BR&gt;Another fucking hallmark greeting&lt;BR&gt;And all our hearts are dead and bleeding&lt;BR&gt;These tears that are cried&lt;BR&gt;And this pain left inside&lt;BR&gt;Are surely no reason &lt;BR&gt;To fall for treason&lt;BR&gt;And be betrayed by our hearts&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P align=center&gt;But no one seems to escape&lt;BR&gt;Loves reaching arms and then embraced&lt;BR&gt;By all the hugs and kisses, and all that love truely is&lt;BR&gt;It's just another way to embrace pain&lt;BR&gt;And another way to cry today&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Cry!Cry! For what is gone&lt;BR&gt;Die!Die! And the damage done&lt;BR&gt;Through all of this pain&lt;BR&gt;The tears all cried and the heart is slain&lt;BR&gt;So don't you try and think for a second&lt;BR&gt;That you know what it's like to be stepped on&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Cry!Cry! For what is gone&lt;BR&gt;Die!Die! And the damage done&lt;BR&gt;Through all of this pain&lt;BR&gt;The tears all cried and the heart is slain&lt;BR&gt;So don't you try and think for a second&lt;BR&gt;That you know what it's like to be stepped on&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;]]></content>
	    </entry>
		  <entry>
	    <title>My sad little love song</title>
	    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blackmetal666.buzznet.com/user/journal/151501/"/>
	    <id>buzznet:user:entry:id:151501</id>
	    <issued>2007-04-07T18:34:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2007-04-07T18:34:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2007-04-07T18:34:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[<P><EM></EM>&nbsp;</P><FONT size=2>
<P><EM>I tried but failed with no prevail</EM></P>
<P><EM>At least I know where it is we lie</EM></P>
<P><EM>You say your sorry, but&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>blackmetal666</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[&lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;/EM&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;I tried but failed with no prevail&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;At least I know where it is we lie&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;You say your sorry, but please don't be&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;It was my fault for even trying&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;I'll cry my tears behind closed doors&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;But wear a smile when I'm in the open&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;And as my heart is surely breaking&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;All you'll see is courage, I'm faking&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;So take my love along with my life&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;I'll cry my tears out all tonight&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;And when I'm finally dead and gone&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;I'll sing you my sad little love song&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;]]></content>
	    </entry>
		  <entry>
	    <title>~Lover's Rose~</title>
	    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blackmetal666.buzznet.com/user/journal/117462/"/>
	    <id>buzznet:user:entry:id:117462</id>
	    <issued>2007-02-14T16:18:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2007-02-14T16:18:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2007-02-14T16:18:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[<FONT size=2>
<P align=left><STRONG>This is my first journal on here, hope you all like it :-)</STRONG></P>
<P align=center>&nbsp;</P>
<P align=center><FONT color=#cc0000><EM><STRONG>Love is like&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>blackmetal666</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[&lt;FONT size=2&gt;

&lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;This is my first journal on here, hope you all like it :-)&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P align=center&gt; &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc0000&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Love is like a rose&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc0000&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;It grows from day to day&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc0000&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;But if you do not water it&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc0000&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Love will surely decay&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc0000&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc0000&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;And like a rose love has thorns&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc0000&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Your ups and downs and in betweens&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc0000&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;One day love the other pain&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc0000&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;It's hopeless it may seem&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc0000&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc0000&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Love may hurt&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc0000&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;And love may die&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc0000&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Your heart may break&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc0000&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Tears you may cry&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc0000&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc0000&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;But even though it hurts&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc0000&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;And even though it dies&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc0000&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;We all fall for love&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;

&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#cc0000&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;It's our sweetest demise&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;]]></content>
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