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    <title><![CDATA[Lost The Battle: Win The War / 1]]></title>
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Inner Monologue:

I lay there, paralyzed with fear. I could hear the sound of glass shattering, the screams that were on going &amp;ndash; back and forth back and forth. It was a never endless cycle of things that were at constant play, day and night; a home that was once filled with quiet bordering on happiness. The past had almost seemed a distant memory, a play on words; a metaphor of illusions. 
I felt like I had become an endless void of accusations to why my mother&amp;rsquo;s second marriage was falling apart. But it seemed to me &amp;ndash; that my mother wasn&amp;rsquo;t good enough for any of her mates that she brought home. I was trapped into this infinite fa&amp;ccedil;ade of lies, half-truths and white lies. 
Truth be told, I had lost myself when her first boyfriend had come into my room one night.
With every touch that these foreign hands would roam my body, there was a sort of ping in my chest. My skin was not my own &amp;ndash; just like my body, was not mine. No longer held the innocence of a child as your fingers touched me. I wanted to beg and plead for you to go in the other room but you took it away something that was not yours to take.
This person had made me ill-mannered and vacant. Every time I&amp;rsquo;m touched by foreign fingers, the way they grace my skin, I no longer feel innocent and mostly, I no longer capture the innocence I once held so sweetly and tenderly. 
You&amp;rsquo;ve taken it away because it was all a part of your sick little games.
I wish to tell my sweet and dear mother the story, of my taken youth. But I can&amp;rsquo;t, so I paint my skin with the color red. I trace my veins with an obscured blade.&amp;nbsp; 
Not feeling whole but also, not wanting to feel anything anymore.


A/N: I find it important to be able to get away for a whilst and be able to think and to find yourself again. Any ways, this first part was inspired by a memory I had a while back ago.
I would really appreciate your feed back guys and I want you to know that this story will be about overcoming obstacles and depression as I have and as many of you guys have.
And I also want you guys to know that if you ever need to talk about anything, I will be happy to listen because I care about all of you guys. Seriously. I. Care. So. Much. About. You. Guys.&amp;nbsp;
Any ways, I'll be writing so I'll be updating a little more but I've been focusing on school cos' I graduate in a week and I have the cutest prom dress ever. C:
Much love,
Maxie.

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&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium; font-family: georgia, palatino;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;Inner Monologue:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium; font-family: georgia, palatino;&quot;&gt;I lay there, paralyzed with fear. I could hear the sound of glass shattering, the screams that were on going &amp;ndash; back and forth back and forth. It was a never endless cycle of things that were at constant play, day and night; a home that was once filled with quiet bordering on happiness. The past had almost seemed a distant memory, a play on words; a metaphor of illusions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium; font-family: georgia, palatino;&quot;&gt;I felt like I had become an endless void of accusations to why my mother&amp;rsquo;s second marriage was falling apart. But it seemed to me &amp;ndash; that my mother wasn&amp;rsquo;t good enough for any of her mates that she brought home. I was trapped into this infinite fa&amp;ccedil;ade of lies, half-truths and white lies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium; font-family: georgia, palatino;&quot;&gt;Truth be told, I had lost myself when her first boyfriend had come into my room one night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium; font-family: georgia, palatino;&quot;&gt;With every touch that these foreign hands would roam my body, there was a sort of &lt;em&gt;ping &lt;/em&gt;in my chest. My skin was not my own &amp;ndash; just like my body, was not mine. No longer held the innocence of a child as your fingers touched me. I wanted to beg and plead for you to go in the other room but you took it away something that was not yours to take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium; font-family: georgia, palatino;&quot;&gt;This person had made me ill-mannered and vacant. Every time I&amp;rsquo;m touched by foreign fingers, the way they grace my skin, I no longer feel innocent and mostly, I no longer capture the innocence I once held so sweetly and tenderly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium; font-family: georgia, palatino;&quot;&gt;You&amp;rsquo;ve taken it away because it was all a part of your sick little games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium; font-family: georgia, palatino;&quot;&gt;I wish to tell my sweet and dear mother the story, of my taken youth. But I can&amp;rsquo;t, so I paint my skin with the color &lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff0000; font-family: georgia, palatino;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;red&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium; font-family: georgia, palatino;&quot;&gt;. I trace my veins with an obscured blade.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium; font-family: georgia, palatino;&quot;&gt;Not feeling whole but also, not wanting to feel &lt;em&gt;anything &lt;/em&gt;anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium; font-family: georgia, palatino;&quot;&gt;A/N: I find it important to be able to get away for a whilst and be able to think and to find yourself again. Any ways, this first part was inspired by a memory I had a while back ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium; font-family: georgia, palatino;&quot;&gt;I would really appreciate your feed back guys and I want you to know that this story will be about overcoming obstacles and depression as I have and as many of you guys have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium; font-family: georgia, palatino;&quot;&gt;And I also want you guys to know that if you ever need to talk about anything, I will be happy to listen because I care about all of you guys. Seriously. I. Care. So. Much. About. You. Guys.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium; font-family: georgia, palatino;&quot;&gt;Any ways, I'll be writing so I'll be updating a little more but I've been focusing on school cos' I graduate in a week and I have the cutest prom dress ever. C:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium; font-family: georgia, palatino;&quot;&gt;Much love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium; font-family: georgia, palatino;&quot;&gt;Maxie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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    <dc:date>2013-04-08T21:16:45Z</dc:date>
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    <title><![CDATA[A Fragment of Light - Chapter 24 (HUGE WAIT I KNOW BUT IT'S BACK)]]></title>
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heheh I guess the title said it all.. also, I just wanted to mention that I probably wouldn't have posted this if it weren't for youaretheonly and +revolution*star+&amp;nbsp;, so thank you guys for encouraging me and sticking to this story!! This chapter is for youuu :-) hahah thanks for reading as always guys and sorry again for the long wait. okay, here we go.
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24.
&amp;nbsp;
&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m not the one asking questions about drugs like a lunatic. You get him to back off.&amp;rdquo; He demanded.
&amp;ldquo;What makes you think I can do that? I haven&amp;rsquo;t known him for that long so why would he listen to me? Like I said before, he&amp;rsquo;s not my boyfriend or my anything for that matter, so I&amp;rsquo;m afraid I can&amp;rsquo;t help you. And even if I could, I would never do anything to your favor.&amp;rdquo; 
I wanted nothing more than to leave this car and never speak to him again, but when he brought Josh up, it was like I was glued to the seat. Still,&amp;nbsp;I held the&amp;nbsp;car door open.
&amp;ldquo;You think I would believe that you have no influence on him? He's in our circle of friends now.&amp;rdquo; He smiled and I looked at him with despise. 
&amp;ldquo;You and I are not friends.&amp;rdquo; I stated through clenched teeth.
&amp;ldquo;Even so, you two are. Otherwise he wouldn&amp;rsquo;t keep looking out for you. You know you can convince him. After all, friends protect friends right? I guess the real question is, will you?&amp;rdquo;
--
I heard the wheels scratch against the pavement as I was making my way up to my front porch.
The car ride with Pete gave me unexpected and totally mixed feelings. I wasn&amp;rsquo;t sure whether or not to take him seriously. I mean, could he really mean all the things he said? Like, Pete&amp;hellip;would he really hurt someone? Okay, I knew he was a total jerk and not sorry at all about anything, but this was just too much. How far could he go? Then again, I never really knew him maybe. Last summer when we all hung out, he seemed nice. He was nice. Like I said, I never saw the signs. Until now. Except now it was too late. I couldn&amp;rsquo;t go back in time, back to the night at the club, back to the beginning of summer and tell myself to not trust him..
Like things weren&amp;rsquo;t messy enough, he just had to bring Josh into the mix of it all too.. like I hadn&amp;rsquo;t enough of trouble to worry about. Wait, was I worried about Josh? Why? He could probably handle himself, right? Still, if Pete really meant what he said then, I couldn&amp;rsquo;t just ignore it and let him go after Josh. After the beach-day I had decided to never have him fight with Pete again, or to just prevent anything like that to ever happen, especially because of me. Even though he himself had contacted Pete for some yet unknown reason.. 
Like I wasn&amp;rsquo;t tired of trying to figure things out, I still had to face John and grandma at home. Gosh there were so many things going on, I felt like my head was about to shut down due to an overload of thoughts and events, problems, solutions and mysteries. Okay, so, small steps, take one thing at a time. I tried to breathe out. My feet walked slowly, and even though I wanted to get inside, my body felt too heavy for me to move somehow. It was impossible to ignore Pete in order to focus on my mom. But I had to. At least now. If I knew where Cynthia was, maybe I could take off and never bother Josh or have Pete bothering me again&amp;hellip; With me out of the picture, I&amp;rsquo;d doubt Pete go after Josh. That way, everyone would be satisfied and I would finally find Cynthia! Another face flew at me first though, as I had managed to walk to the porch, and I stopped suddenly, surprised.
&amp;ldquo;Hayley!! What the hell?? What is going on?&amp;rdquo; Laura&amp;rsquo;s squeaky voice reached my ears as she stood up. Her dark-brown hair was just long enough to reach her shoulders as she was wearing a dotted hairband along with a thin, pink tank top and jeans shorts.
I met her worrying gaze and saw her waving in front of me. Right..forgot about Laura. I hoped she wasn&amp;rsquo;t too angry with me for hanging up on her. Though, the chances for that were very minimal. I tried to sooth my voice as much as possible.
&amp;ldquo;Laura..hey, what are you doing here?&amp;rdquo; She walked away from the porch she had been sitting on and down the stairs, past me. Then she swung around so quickly, I didn&amp;rsquo;t even have time to take a step myself to follow her. 
&amp;ldquo;Uhm, hello! I called you and then you hang up on me for no one else but Pete. I don&amp;rsquo;t even understand why you bother to do so much as glance at him after what he did. I mean he drugged you! And when someone drugs you, I think that is a sign, a very big, warning sign, to stay away from that person. He&amp;rsquo;s danger! And you go after him!? Seriously, you&amp;rsquo;re like a&amp;hellip; danger-magnet.&amp;rdquo; She stated with a tone that was quite harsh and I couldn&amp;rsquo;t help but to feel aggravated and stupid at the same time. Danger-magnet. Couldn&amp;rsquo;t have said it better myself huh. 
&amp;ldquo;Well, if I am, then you should probably stay away from me.&amp;rdquo; I said, sounding as harsh as her. Maybe she was right. All I ever did was get into trouble and now, I was pulling Josh down with me too. All this time.. I&amp;rsquo;ve done nothing but dragging him down with me. The party, the club, the fight&amp;hellip; I needed to put an end to it. For good. Then it hit me. I think I finally figured it out. That was what he meant when he said &amp;ldquo;you don&amp;rsquo;t think how this affects anyone else but you.&amp;rdquo; I blinked and turned around.
&amp;ldquo;Wait, Hay. I didn&amp;rsquo;t it mean it like that, okay? I was just worried. I mean, I still feel guilty after what I did to you and I don&amp;rsquo;t really want to bring it up, but... I don&amp;rsquo;t get it. What did Pete say or do to make you talk to him?&amp;rdquo;
I thought about it for a while. I didn&amp;rsquo;t want to say anything but I knew Laura was not the type to give up. 
&amp;ldquo;It was just a stupid meeting, really.&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp; I said reluctantly.
&amp;ldquo;Not stupid enough to make you keep talking to me. Come on, Hay, there must be something else.&amp;rdquo; She continued. 
I turned around and looked at her unwillingly.
&amp;ldquo;He had information..about Josh.&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;Josh?&amp;rdquo;
And then I just started to blurt stuff out.
&amp;ldquo;Yes. And now everything is even more messed up. I&amp;rsquo;m not even supposed to be standing here, talking to you, I&amp;rsquo;m supposed to be grounded and I need to stay away from Pete and I need to convince Josh to stay away from him too and it&amp;rsquo;s all just such a mess and you know what, I never should have gone out on that walk with Lily in the first place! And I shouldn&amp;rsquo;t have gone to Josh because I ran in to Pete and now they think I&amp;rsquo;ve escaped and I need to confront John to find out where Cynthia is and ugh you see how twisted all of this is?!&amp;rdquo; I breathed after saying it in all one breath. Wow. It was even messier hearing all of it. 
Laura looked at me with big eyes and I realized I was taking deep breaths, while panting around.
&amp;ldquo;Wow. That is a lot going on there for you.. I&amp;rsquo;ve never seen you so freaked-out before.&amp;rdquo; She said. She came closer and put a hand on my arm.
&amp;ldquo;Hey, do you want to talk about it? I had no idea John knew where your mom was.&amp;rdquo;
I remembered our early days, when we skipped all of this. I never told her about how I really felt about Cynthia leaving. But.. after all that&amp;rsquo;s happened, we had gotten closer somehow and I was actually glad to have Laura by my side.
&amp;ldquo;Yeah it&amp;rsquo;s just.. I overheard him talking with Lily in his office one day. Turns out he&amp;rsquo;s been hiding it all along. I just need to know where she is. To get some answers maybe. I mean, all of it leads to where I am now. It led me to the mental hospital. I don&amp;rsquo;t think I can let it go until I see her.&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;Yes, of course. I&amp;rsquo;m sorry, Hayley. I never realized you felt like that. I just assumed everything was fine.&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;Well, so did I. I guess.&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;Okay, well you need to talk to him then. Call me when it&amp;rsquo;s over and please, take it easy. Focus on your mom. I&amp;rsquo;ll handle Pete.&amp;rdquo; She said with a smug tone.
&amp;ldquo;Excuse me? You will do no such thing.&amp;rdquo; I replied, looking at her seriously.
Laura rolled her eyes.
&amp;ldquo;Fine, we will handle him later..&amp;rdquo; She added much more sourly. But she didn&amp;rsquo;t get it.
&amp;ldquo;No, not we, I will deal with him. On my own.&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;Oh gosh, Hayley. Are you serious? Come on!&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;You don&amp;rsquo;t even know what&amp;rsquo;s going on!&amp;rdquo; I ranted, almost as loud as her.
&amp;ldquo;Well, no not all of it, it was kinda hard to follow you in between there..but if you tell me the rest I can start up a plan.&amp;rdquo; She said, suddenly eager to begin.
I couldn&amp;rsquo;t help but to smile just the tiniest. Not because I had missed her so called plans, which always got us in trouble, but bringing that up brought old times back and even though her plans were funny sometimes, I had to stick to my original plan for once. I tried to go back to normal face.&amp;nbsp; 
&amp;ldquo;No no, not one of your plans, not this time. It&amp;rsquo;s just for the best that you stay out of this, okay?&amp;rdquo; 
I looked at her and shook my head. She seemed to get even more frustrated.
&amp;ldquo;Look, it&amp;rsquo;s time I started dealing with things on my own and not getting EVERYONE involved. It&amp;rsquo;s my mess, so I need to get it together.&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;And by everyone, you mean Josh?&amp;rdquo; She said, tilting her head and looking at me from her side.
&amp;ldquo;No.&amp;rdquo; I said, obviously.
&amp;ldquo;And how come you always have to bring him up?&amp;rdquo; I asked, annoyed. 
&amp;ldquo;You do.&amp;rdquo; She said after a while, starting to nod her head and smile somehow.
&amp;ldquo;So what? You&amp;rsquo;re included too. I&amp;rsquo;m not dragging someone down with me again. And what is this, a police interrogation?&amp;rdquo; I said, knowing she&amp;rsquo;d know what I mean.
&amp;ldquo;Hey, do not mock me for that! I am not acting like a police investigator, although, CSI is awesome.&amp;rdquo; 
I smiled.
&amp;ldquo;Then stop arguing with me over this.&amp;rdquo;
Of course she didn&amp;rsquo;t though. 
&amp;ldquo;But seriously, you&amp;rsquo;re not getting us involved! We choose to be so it&amp;rsquo;s not your fault! I mean, I would just loooove to see Pete go down. Really..&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;We. You said &amp;lsquo;we&amp;rsquo;.&amp;rdquo; I thought out loud. Laura stopped talking.
&amp;ldquo;Who&amp;rsquo;s &amp;lsquo;we&amp;rsquo;?&amp;rdquo; I asked, feeling uncertainty creep inside of me.
&amp;ldquo;I did? Oh well, I just meant, you know, me and&amp;hellip;Josh.&amp;rdquo; 
&amp;ldquo;Oh so you&amp;rsquo;re a team now?&amp;rdquo; I shot back, folding my arms.
&amp;ldquo;You just don&amp;rsquo;t understand, you&amp;rsquo;re not dragging us down or whatever-&amp;ldquo;
&amp;ldquo;No, you don&amp;rsquo;t understand. Look, we need to stop talking to him or something. He can&amp;rsquo;t be involved in this.&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;He already is involved, Hay. Whether you like it or not.&amp;rdquo; Laura said, unbelievably calmly.
I shook my head and looked down on the asphalt. There was no point in fighting Laura, but there was no point for her to fight me as well. She was wrong if she thought she could convince me or make me change my mind.
&amp;ldquo;Look, let&amp;rsquo;s just end this conversation here. I&amp;rsquo;m sticking with my original plan which does not involve you or anyone else for that matter.&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;But-&amp;ldquo;
&amp;ldquo;The end!&amp;rdquo; I said and silenced her. She looked mad and disappointed, like she had just lost a big court case.
&amp;ldquo;Fine. You win. Now go and talk to your dad but know, that I am not happy on you.&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;I can deal with that.&amp;rdquo; I said and bumped her shoulder. She glared at me evilly. She then softened. 
&amp;ldquo;Hayley, are you sure? I mean, I&amp;rsquo;m mad at making plans, I&amp;rsquo;m actually known for making exceptionally good ones.&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;Right..yeah I&amp;rsquo;m sure.&amp;rdquo; I said, small-laughing. I was ready to go inside, but stopped myself.
&amp;ldquo;Remember, do not say anything about this now to Josh. I&amp;rsquo;ve already blurted out too much information to you and I don&amp;rsquo;t want anyone to know I talked to Pete. So no communication between you two, okay?&amp;rdquo;
Something in Laura&amp;rsquo;s eyes glistened but she remained calm.
&amp;ldquo;Yeah sure.&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;Laura, I&amp;rsquo;m serious! Do not call him..&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;I won&amp;rsquo;t! Gosh.. I can keep a secret you know.&amp;rdquo; She said, obviously hurt by my comment.
&amp;ldquo;Uh-huh.&amp;rdquo;
I really hoped she could though.
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&lt;h2 style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: courier new, courier; font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m not the one asking questions about drugs like a lunatic. You get him to back off.&amp;rdquo; He demanded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;What makes you think I can do that? I haven&amp;rsquo;t known him for that long so why would he listen to me? Like I said before, he&amp;rsquo;s not my boyfriend or my anything for that matter, so I&amp;rsquo;m afraid I can&amp;rsquo;t help you. And even if I could, I would never do anything to your favor.&amp;rdquo; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;I wanted nothing more than to leave this car and never speak to him again, but when he brought Josh up, it was like I was glued to the seat. Still,&amp;nbsp;I held the&amp;nbsp;car door open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;You think I would believe that you have no influence on him? He's in our circle of friends now.&amp;rdquo; He smiled and I looked at him with despise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;You and I are not friends.&amp;rdquo; I stated through clenched teeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Even so, you two are. Otherwise he wouldn&amp;rsquo;t keep looking out for you. You know you can convince him. After all, friends protect friends right? I guess the real question is, will you?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;I heard the wheels scratch against the pavement as I was making my way up to my front porch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;The car ride with Pete gave me unexpected and totally mixed feelings. I wasn&amp;rsquo;t sure whether or not to take him seriously. I mean, could he really mean all the things he said? Like, Pete&amp;hellip;would he really hurt someone? Okay, I knew he was a total jerk and not sorry at all about anything, but this was just too much. How far could he go? Then again, I never really knew him maybe. Last summer when we all hung out, he seemed nice. He &lt;em style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; nice. Like I said, I never saw the signs. Until now. Except now it was too late. I couldn&amp;rsquo;t go back in time, back to the night at the club, back to the beginning of summer and tell myself to &lt;em style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; trust him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;Like things weren&amp;rsquo;t messy enough, he just had to bring Josh into the mix of it all too.. like I hadn&amp;rsquo;t enough of trouble to worry about. Wait, was I worried about Josh? Why? He could probably handle himself, right? Still, if Pete really meant what he said then, I couldn&amp;rsquo;t just ignore it and let him go after Josh. After the beach-day I had decided to never have him fight with Pete again, or to just prevent anything like that to ever happen, especially because of me. Even though he himself had contacted Pete for some yet unknown reason.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;Like I wasn&amp;rsquo;t tired of trying to figure things out, I still had to face John and grandma at home. Gosh there were so many things going on, I felt like my head was about to shut down due to an overload of thoughts and events, problems, solutions and mysteries. Okay, so, small steps, take one thing at a time. I tried to breathe out. My feet walked slowly, and even though I wanted to get inside, my body felt too heavy for me to move somehow. It was impossible to ignore Pete in order to focus on my mom. But I had to. At least now. If I knew where Cynthia was, maybe I could take off and never bother Josh or have Pete bothering me again&amp;hellip; With me out of the picture, I&amp;rsquo;d doubt Pete go after Josh. That way, everyone would be satisfied and I would finally find Cynthia! Another face flew at me first though, as I had managed to walk to the porch, and I stopped suddenly, surprised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hayley!! What the hell?? What is going on?&amp;rdquo; Laura&amp;rsquo;s squeaky voice reached my ears as she stood up. Her dark-brown hair was just long enough to reach her shoulders as she was wearing a dotted hairband along with a thin, pink tank top and jeans shorts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;I met her worrying gaze and saw her waving in front of me. Right..forgot about Laura. I hoped she wasn&amp;rsquo;t too angry with me for hanging up on her. Though, the chances for that were very minimal. I tried to sooth my voice as much as possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Laura..hey, what are you doing here?&amp;rdquo; She walked away from the porch she had been sitting on and down the stairs, past me. Then she swung around so quickly, I didn&amp;rsquo;t even have time to take a step myself to follow her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Uhm, &lt;em style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;hello&lt;/em&gt;! I called you and then you hang up on me for no one else but Pete. I don&amp;rsquo;t even understand why you bother to do so much as glance at him after what he did. I mean he drugged you! And when someone drugs you, I think that is a sign, a very &lt;em style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;big&lt;/em&gt;, warning sign, to stay away from that person. He&amp;rsquo;s danger! And you go after him!? Seriously, you&amp;rsquo;re like a&amp;hellip; danger-magnet.&amp;rdquo; She stated with a tone that was quite harsh and I couldn&amp;rsquo;t help but to feel aggravated and stupid at the same time. &lt;em style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;Danger-magnet&lt;/em&gt;. Couldn&amp;rsquo;t have said it better myself huh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Well, if I am, then you should probably stay away from me.&amp;rdquo; I said, sounding as harsh as her. Maybe she was right. All I ever did was get into trouble and now, I was pulling Josh down with me too. All this time.. I&amp;rsquo;ve done nothing but dragging him down with me. The party, the club, the fight&amp;hellip; I needed to put an end to it. For good. Then it hit me. I think I finally figured it out. That was what he meant when he said &amp;ldquo;you don&amp;rsquo;t think how this affects anyone else but you.&amp;rdquo; I blinked and turned around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Wait, Hay. I didn&amp;rsquo;t it mean it like that, okay? I was just worried. I mean, I still feel guilty after what I did to you and I don&amp;rsquo;t really want to bring it up, but... I don&amp;rsquo;t get it. What did Pete say or do to make you talk to him?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;I thought about it for a while. I didn&amp;rsquo;t want to say anything but I knew Laura was not the type to give up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;It was just a stupid meeting, really.&amp;rdquo;&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I said reluctantly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Not stupid enough to make you keep talking to me. Come on, Hay, there must be something else.&amp;rdquo; She continued. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;I turned around and looked at her unwillingly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;He had information..about Josh.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Josh?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;And then I just started to blurt stuff out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes. And now everything is even more messed up. I&amp;rsquo;m not even supposed to be standing here, talking to you, I&amp;rsquo;m supposed to be grounded and I need to stay away from Pete and I need to convince Josh to stay away from him too and it&amp;rsquo;s all just such a mess and you know what, I never should have gone out on that walk with Lily in the first place! And I shouldn&amp;rsquo;t have gone to Josh because I ran in to Pete and now they think I&amp;rsquo;ve escaped and I need to confront John to find out where Cynthia is and ugh you see how twisted all of this is?!&amp;rdquo; I breathed after saying it in all one breath. Wow. It was even messier hearing all of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;Laura looked at me with big eyes and I realized I was taking deep breaths, while panting around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Wow. That is a lot going on there for you.. I&amp;rsquo;ve never seen you so freaked-out before.&amp;rdquo; She said. She came closer and put a hand on my arm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey, do you want to talk about it? I had no idea John knew where your mom was.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;I remembered our early days, when we skipped all of this. I never told her about how I really felt about Cynthia leaving. But.. after all that&amp;rsquo;s happened, we had gotten closer somehow and I was actually glad to have Laura by my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yeah it&amp;rsquo;s just.. I overheard him talking with Lily in his office one day. Turns out he&amp;rsquo;s been hiding it all along. I just need to know where she is. To get some answers maybe. I mean, all of it leads to where I am now. It led me to the mental hospital. I don&amp;rsquo;t think I can let it go until I see her.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes, of course. I&amp;rsquo;m sorry, Hayley. I never realized you felt like that. I just assumed everything was fine.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Well, so did I. I guess.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Okay, well you need to talk to him then. Call me when it&amp;rsquo;s over and &lt;em style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;please&lt;/em&gt;, take it easy. Focus on your mom. I&amp;rsquo;ll handle Pete.&amp;rdquo; She said with a smug tone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Excuse me? &lt;em style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;You&lt;/em&gt; will do no such thing.&amp;rdquo; I replied, looking at her seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;Laura rolled her eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Fine, &lt;em style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;we&lt;/em&gt; will handle him later..&amp;rdquo; She added much more sourly. But she didn&amp;rsquo;t get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;No, not &lt;em style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;we&lt;/em&gt;, I will deal with him. On my own.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Oh gosh, Hayley. Are you serious? Come on!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;You don&amp;rsquo;t even know what&amp;rsquo;s going on!&amp;rdquo; I ranted, almost as loud as her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Well, no not all of it, it was kinda hard to follow you in between there..but if you tell me the rest I can start up a plan.&amp;rdquo; She said, suddenly eager to begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;I couldn&amp;rsquo;t help but to smile just the tiniest. Not because I had missed her so called &lt;em style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;plans&lt;/em&gt;, which always got us in trouble, but bringing that up brought old times back and even though her plans were funny sometimes, I had to stick to my original plan for once. I tried to go back to normal face.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;No no, not one of your plans, not this time. It&amp;rsquo;s just for the best that you stay out of this, okay?&amp;rdquo; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;I looked at her and shook my head. She seemed to get even more frustrated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Look, it&amp;rsquo;s time I started dealing with things on my own and not getting EVERYONE involved. It&amp;rsquo;s &lt;em style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; mess, so &lt;em style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; need to get it together.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;And by &lt;em style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;everyone&lt;/em&gt;, you mean Josh?&amp;rdquo; She said, tilting her head and looking at me from her side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;No.&amp;rdquo; I said, obviously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;And how come you always have to bring him up?&amp;rdquo; I asked, annoyed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;You do.&amp;rdquo; She said after a while, starting to nod her head and smile somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;So what? You&amp;rsquo;re included too. I&amp;rsquo;m not dragging someone down with me again. And what is this, a police interrogation?&amp;rdquo; I said, knowing she&amp;rsquo;d know what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey, do not mock me for that! I am &lt;em style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; acting like a police investigator, although, CSI is awesome.&amp;rdquo; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;I smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Then stop arguing with me over this.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;Of course she didn&amp;rsquo;t though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;But seriously, you&amp;rsquo;re not getting us involved! We choose to be so it&amp;rsquo;s not your fault! I mean, I would just loooove to see Pete go down. Really..&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;We. You said &amp;lsquo;we&amp;rsquo;.&amp;rdquo; I thought out loud. Laura stopped talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Who&amp;rsquo;s &amp;lsquo;we&amp;rsquo;?&amp;rdquo; I asked, feeling uncertainty creep inside of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I did? Oh well, I just meant, you know, me and&amp;hellip;Josh.&amp;rdquo; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Oh so you&amp;rsquo;re a team now?&amp;rdquo; I shot back, folding my arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;You just don&amp;rsquo;t understand, you&amp;rsquo;re not dragging us down or whatever-&amp;ldquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;No, &lt;em style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; don&amp;rsquo;t understand. Look, we need to stop talking to him or something. He can&amp;rsquo;t be involved in this.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;He already &lt;em style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; involved, Hay. Whether you like it or not.&amp;rdquo; Laura said, unbelievably calmly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;I shook my head and looked down on the asphalt. There was no point in fighting Laura, but there was no point for her to fight me as well. She was wrong if she thought she could convince me or make me change my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Look, let&amp;rsquo;s just end this conversation here. I&amp;rsquo;m sticking with my original plan which does not involve you &lt;em style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;or&lt;/em&gt; anyone else for that matter.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;But-&amp;ldquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;The end!&amp;rdquo; I said and silenced her. She looked mad and disappointed, like she had just lost a big court case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Fine. You win. Now go and talk to your dad but know, that I am not happy on you.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I can deal with that.&amp;rdquo; I said and bumped her shoulder. She glared at me evilly. She then softened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hayley, are you sure? I mean, I&amp;rsquo;m mad at making plans, I&amp;rsquo;m actually known for making exceptionally good ones.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Right..yeah I&amp;rsquo;m sure.&amp;rdquo; I said, small-laughing. I was ready to go inside, but stopped myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Remember, do &lt;em style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; say anything about this now to Josh. I&amp;rsquo;ve already blurted out too much information to you and I don&amp;rsquo;t want anyone to know I talked to Pete. So no communication between you two, okay?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;Something in Laura&amp;rsquo;s eyes glistened but she remained calm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yeah sure.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Laura, I&amp;rsquo;m serious! Do &lt;em style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; call him..&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I won&amp;rsquo;t! Gosh.. I can keep a secret you know.&amp;rdquo; She said, obviously hurt by my comment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Uh-huh.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I really hoped she could though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;&quot;&gt;hm...will she keep it?&amp;nbsp;thanks so much for reading! I will do my best to try and update soon again can't promise anything for now, but hopefully soon!! :)&lt;/p&gt;]]></media:description>
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    <title><![CDATA[When The War Continued [CHAPTER 4]]]></title>
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I woke up with a massive headache, probably from crying myself to sleep, and it wasn't going away from the sunlight beaming through the material of the tent, i rolled on to my back grabbing and pulling my blanket up on me and staired at the roof of the tent thing about last nights events.

I eventually got up and walked out of my tent and looked around, everyone else was still asleep so i thought it would be the perfect time to go swim in the river on my own since it was really hot out.
i pulled my shirt over my head and pulled my shorts off so i was just in a bra and underpants and walked in to the water and swam around a bit and just chilling out having time to myself and not worrying about anything until i saw a boy swimming on his own down streem, he looked up and spotted me and started to come up river towards me, i rushed out of the water and through my clothes back on and sat on a rock with my legs dangling into the water, soon this boy that had brown hair, tanned skin and a sliver lip ring stood in the water infont of me.

"who are you and why are you here?" i asked
"im Josh, and im camping down stream" he said pointing in another direction away from both of our camps.
"you do know there is a war happening back in town right?" i questioned him
"umm.. no i dont i have been up here for two weeks now" he said
"well your lucky and i reccomend staying here cause its pretty broutal" i said
"why are you here?" he asked
"well we were camping here a few days ago and headed back into to our homes but they were empty and abandoned and we soon found out the town has been taken over by japanese soliders and everyone in the town is being kept in the show grounds guarded by the soliders, last night we managed to get ten people out of the camp....but yeah we are trying to get our town back so thats why were are here cause nobody knows were are here." i said not wanting to go on anymore with the story of everything that happened
"well can i help with whatever your doing?" he asked
"sure if you want to" i said
"oh and Josh if you want you can relocate your camp with us so we are all together" i said
"thanks i will move down here today then" he said&amp;nbsp;
i stood up on the rock and turned away from him heading back to dry off a it more until i heard Josh talk to me again
"by the way what is your name?" he said
"Hayley" i said looking at him and walked away.

A few housr Josh retuned with all his things and i told him to set up his tent next to mine, to keep all the tents in a semi circle.
"Who are you?" Jeremy said and i butted in
"Guys this is Josh, i met this morning and hes been here for two weeks already and has no idea about the war but he is willing to help up" i said and smiled at Josh
"oh well nice to meet you Josh" Jeremy said and shaked his hand and then wondered off with Josh to help him set up his things

"so Hayles, whos that hottie?" Dakota asked with a smirk on her face
"his name is Josh and he's just helping us" i said
"im sure" Dakota said and sat down eating biscutes from a box.

The day moved along quick, Josh finished setting his things up with the help of Jeremy and Taylor and Josh was settling in well with everyone.
The sun was started to set and the sky went an orange and pink, it looked really nice, but it was time to discuss the next plan of attack.

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sorry another short filler chapter, i really need to stop being so motivated to right at midnight again haha
enjoy and Happy Easter!]]></description>
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I woke up with a massive headache, probably from crying myself to sleep, and it wasn't going away from the sunlight beaming through the material of the tent, i rolled on to my back grabbing and pulling my blanket up on me and staired at the roof of the tent thing about last nights events.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I eventually got up and walked out of my tent and looked around, everyone else was still asleep so i thought it would be the perfect time to go swim in the river on my own since it was really hot out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;i pulled my shirt over my head and pulled my shorts off so i was just in a bra and underpants and walked in to the water and swam around a bit and just chilling out having time to myself and not worrying about anything until i saw a boy swimming on his own down streem, he looked up and spotted me and started to come up river towards me, i rushed out of the water and through my clothes back on and sat on a rock with my legs dangling into the water, soon this boy that had brown hair, tanned skin and a sliver lip ring stood in the water infont of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&quot;who are you and why are you here?&quot; i asked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&quot;im Josh, and im camping down stream&quot; he said pointing in another direction away from both of our camps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&quot;you do know there is a war happening back in town right?&quot; i questioned him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&quot;umm.. no i dont i have been up here for two weeks now&quot; he said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&quot;well your lucky and i reccomend staying here cause its pretty broutal&quot; i said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&quot;why are you here?&quot; he asked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&quot;well we were camping here a few days ago and headed back into to our homes but they were empty and abandoned and we soon found out the town has been taken over by japanese soliders and everyone in the town is being kept in the show grounds guarded by the soliders, last night we managed to get ten people out of the camp....but yeah we are trying to get our town back so thats why were are here cause nobody knows were are here.&quot; i said not wanting to go on anymore with the story of everything that happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&quot;well can i help with whatever your doing?&quot; he asked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&quot;sure if you want to&quot; i said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&quot;oh and Josh if you want you can relocate your camp with us so we are all together&quot; i said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&quot;thanks i will move down here today then&quot; he said&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;i stood up on the rock and turned away from him heading back to dry off a it more until i heard Josh talk to me again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&quot;by the way what is your name?&quot; he said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&quot;Hayley&quot; i said looking at him and walked away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;A few housr Josh retuned with all his things and i told him to set up his tent next to mine, to keep all the tents in a semi circle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&quot;Who are you?&quot; Jeremy said and i butted in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&quot;Guys this is Josh, i met this morning and hes been here for two weeks already and has no idea about the war but he is willing to help up&quot; i said and smiled at Josh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&quot;oh well nice to meet you Josh&quot; Jeremy said and shaked his hand and then wondered off with Josh to help him set up his things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&quot;so Hayles, whos that hottie?&quot; Dakota asked with a smirk on her face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&quot;his name is Josh and he's just helping us&quot; i said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&quot;im sure&quot; Dakota said and sat down eating biscutes from a box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;The day moved along quick, Josh finished setting his things up with the help of Jeremy and Taylor and Josh was settling in well with everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;The sun was started to set and the sky went an orange and pink, it looked really nice, but it was time to discuss the next plan of attack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;--------------------------&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;sorry another short filler chapter, i really need to stop being so motivated to right at midnight again haha&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;enjoy and Happy Easter!&lt;/p&gt;]]></media:description>
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    <title><![CDATA[Runaways - Six]]></title>
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Just close your eyes,
the sun is going down.
You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now.
Come morning light,
you and I'll be safe and sound.
Safe &amp;amp; Sound, Taylor Swift.
Chapter Six:
J.
I watched one by one as all the lights shut off, waiting to hear the door being unlocked.
&amp;ldquo;Josh, are you awake?&amp;rdquo; I heard Hayley whisper and the door open quietly. Mel had somehow gotten the master key from the nurses&amp;rsquo; station so we would have a quiet escape. I nodded and reached under my bed for my bag and she grabbed my hand and we made our way down the hallway.
When we met at the nurses&amp;rsquo; station; the big doors that had a sign above that read, &amp;ldquo;EXIT&amp;rdquo;. When we got there, I saw three other people.
A guy with curly hair with a white shirt and ripped jeans stood against the wall, his hands in his pocket. Once he saw Mel, he enveloped her in a hug and kissed her on her lips, &amp;ldquo;Evening, gorgeous.&amp;rdquo;
Then another girl was huddled up behind a tall lanky fellow with a short haircut. When we stood there for a minute; Hayley just about tackled the girl that was behind the tall guy.
&amp;ldquo;Laura!&amp;rdquo; She cried into her chest, &amp;ldquo;I didn&amp;rsquo;t know &amp;ndash; I thought you were gone.&amp;rdquo;
She shushed Hayley and quieted her down before we introduced each other and our power.
There was Mel &amp;ndash; who could freeze time. She was dating Zack Merrick &amp;ndash; who was abnormally strong. Like abnormally strong. Then there was Laura &amp;ndash; she could turn invisible and had the ability to read minds. Then her boyfriend, Taylor York; he could control emotions. Then there was me, my power being basically a force field. 
&amp;ldquo;Maybe you don&amp;rsquo;t have a power.&amp;rdquo; Taylor said calmly, &amp;ldquo;Or you just haven&amp;rsquo;t found out about it.&amp;rdquo;
Hayley was digging her fingers into the palm of her hand and chewed on the bottom of her lip, &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;ll find out what it is.&amp;rdquo; She muttered and without any hesitation, we quickly left and found our way out of the hospital, but only to be on the outside of the building. 
When we got to the gates of the building, Zack had to pry them open. 
&amp;ldquo;There isn&amp;rsquo;t much time.&amp;rdquo; Laura said as we walked down the road. It was night time and there felt like there was a sudden weight lifted off everyone&amp;rsquo;s shoulders. Except for when I looked to see Hayley, she wasn&amp;rsquo;t really paying attention to what Laura had to say. 
&amp;ldquo;You okay, Hayley?&amp;rdquo; I asked and she shrugged, not saying anything to me.
As Laura continued; Hayley put her hood up, her hands going to her face.
H.
Why am I crying? Why won&amp;rsquo;t Josh just leave me alone? It&amp;rsquo;s not fair! Why haven&amp;rsquo;t I figured out what my super power was? Instead of feeling relief, I felt grief more than anything. I&amp;rsquo;d be a burden to those who mattered to me. If whatever Laura had said would happen, I&amp;rsquo;d be completely defenseless. 
&amp;ldquo;I think we&amp;rsquo;ll put up camp here tonight.&amp;rdquo; Zack mumbled, yawning tiredly. He wrapped his arm around Mel as they both started a small fire and we all pulled out blankets and huddled close enough to feel the warmth.
It was starting to get cold. The chill in my bones was making me feel even more unsettling than being inside the Hospital and the lack of food I had eaten while I was in there, made my body feel ten times colder than what it was.
&amp;ldquo;You&amp;rsquo;re shaking.&amp;rdquo; Josh whispered to me and pulled me against his chest and wrapped me in his blanket, &amp;ldquo;Better?&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;Yeah,&amp;rdquo; I mumbled quietly and looked up at him, &amp;ldquo;Josh?&amp;rdquo;
He looked at me and brushed my bangs from my face, &amp;ldquo;Yeah, Hayley?&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;Why don&amp;rsquo;t I have a power? I feel useless.&amp;rdquo; I mumbled, looking down and cuddling into his side.
He rubbed my back, &amp;ldquo;Don&amp;rsquo;t worry Hayley, we&amp;rsquo;ll find it. It&amp;rsquo;s inside you but for now, get some sleep.&amp;rdquo;


I was wondering if anyone was interested in writing a one-shot with me? Anyways, sorry for the boring chapter, loves.&amp;nbsp;]]></description>
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    <media:title><![CDATA[Runaways - Six]]></media:title>
    <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/2/1/1/8/5/5/5/0/orig-21185550.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;Just close your eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;the sun is going down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;Come morning light,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;you and I'll be safe and sound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;Safe &amp;amp; Sound, Taylor Swift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;Chapter Six:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;J.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;I watched one by one as all the lights shut off, waiting to hear the door being unlocked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Josh, are you awake?&amp;rdquo; I heard Hayley whisper and the door open quietly. Mel had somehow gotten the master key from the nurses&amp;rsquo; station so we would have a quiet escape. I nodded and reached under my bed for my bag and she grabbed my hand and we made our way down the hallway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;When we met at the nurses&amp;rsquo; station; the big doors that had a sign above that read, &amp;ldquo;EXIT&amp;rdquo;. When we got there, I saw three other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;A guy with curly hair with a white shirt and ripped jeans stood against the wall, his hands in his pocket. Once he saw Mel, he enveloped her in a hug and kissed her on her lips, &amp;ldquo;Evening, gorgeous.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;Then another girl was huddled up behind a tall lanky fellow with a short haircut. When we stood there for a minute; Hayley just about tackled the girl that was behind the tall guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Laura!&amp;rdquo; She cried into her chest, &amp;ldquo;I didn&amp;rsquo;t know &amp;ndash; I thought you were gone.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;She shushed Hayley and quieted her down before we introduced each other and our power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;There was Mel &amp;ndash; who could freeze time. She was dating Zack Merrick &amp;ndash; who was abnormally strong. Like &lt;em&gt;abnormally &lt;/em&gt;strong. Then there was Laura &amp;ndash; she could turn invisible and had the ability to read minds. Then her boyfriend, Taylor York; he could control emotions. Then there was me, my power being basically a force field. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Maybe you don&amp;rsquo;t have a power.&amp;rdquo; Taylor said calmly, &amp;ldquo;Or you just haven&amp;rsquo;t found out about it.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;Hayley was digging her fingers into the palm of her hand and chewed on the bottom of her lip, &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;ll find out what it is.&amp;rdquo; She muttered and without any hesitation, we quickly left and found our way out of the hospital, but only to be on the outside of the building. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;When we got to the gates of the building, Zack had to pry them open. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;There isn&amp;rsquo;t much time.&amp;rdquo; Laura said as we walked down the road. It was night time and there felt like there was a sudden weight lifted off everyone&amp;rsquo;s shoulders. Except for when I looked to see Hayley, she wasn&amp;rsquo;t really paying attention to what Laura had to say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;You okay, Hayley?&amp;rdquo; I asked and she shrugged, not saying anything to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;As Laura continued; Hayley put her hood up, her hands going to her face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;H.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;Why am I crying? Why won&amp;rsquo;t Josh just leave me alone? It&amp;rsquo;s not fair! Why haven&amp;rsquo;t I figured out what my super power was? Instead of feeling relief, I felt grief more than anything. I&amp;rsquo;d be a burden to those who mattered to me. If whatever Laura had said would happen, I&amp;rsquo;d be completely defenseless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I think we&amp;rsquo;ll put up camp here tonight.&amp;rdquo; Zack mumbled, yawning tiredly. He wrapped his arm around Mel as they both started a small fire and we all pulled out blankets and huddled close enough to feel the warmth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;It was starting to get cold. The chill in my bones was making me feel even more unsettling than being inside the Hospital and the lack of food I had eaten while I was in there, made my body feel ten times colder than what it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;You&amp;rsquo;re shaking.&amp;rdquo; Josh whispered to me and pulled me against his chest and wrapped me in his blanket, &amp;ldquo;Better?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yeah,&amp;rdquo; I mumbled quietly and looked up at him, &amp;ldquo;Josh?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;He looked at me and brushed my bangs from my face, &amp;ldquo;Yeah, Hayley?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Why don&amp;rsquo;t I have a power? I feel useless.&amp;rdquo; I mumbled, looking down and cuddling into his side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;He rubbed my back, &amp;ldquo;Don&amp;rsquo;t worry Hayley, we&amp;rsquo;ll find it. It&amp;rsquo;s inside you but for now, get some sleep.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;I was wondering if anyone was interested in writing a one-shot with me? Anyways, sorry for the boring chapter, loves.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;]]></media:description>
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    <title><![CDATA[Runaways - Five]]></title>
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Sorrow weighs my shoulders down,
and trouble haunts my mind.
But I know the present will not last;
and tomorrow will be kinder.
Tomorrow Will Be Kinder, The Secret Sisters.
Chapter Five:
H.
When I woke up the next day, the sun was hidden. It seemed like everything was hiding today. The more I tried listening, I didn&amp;rsquo;t hear crying. I didn&amp;rsquo;t hear the doctors or the nurses&amp;rsquo;. It was just an eerie silence. Like something was going to happen and we&amp;rsquo;re just waiting for it to happen. I couldn&amp;rsquo;t stand it in here anymore. 
In the heat of the moment sort of thing, before the nurse would come offer me the medication that I &amp;ldquo;needed&amp;rdquo; to take, I grabbed a bag that had carried some of my belongings when I first got here; and filled it with clothes and books before sliding it under my bed and dressing into a change of clothes that had been set out for me. I looked at myself in the mirror before sighing, I looked like myself, but I didn&amp;rsquo;t feel like myself.
I walked out of my room before the nurses would come barge in and decided that I would want some orange juice. Josh nudged me and we walked beside each other, talking about nothing in general, just chat. But for some ungodly reason, I felt the need to tell him what happened last night. I felt something towards him. Like, he somehow got what I was feeling in this place. 
&amp;nbsp;
After sitting together for a while, each of us reading a different book we got from the shelf. I nudged Josh with my foot and he looked at me and smiled softly before going back to his book. I nudged him again and gave him a look and he bent the page he was reading and closed the book shut.
&amp;ldquo;Need to say something, Hayley?&amp;rdquo; He asked and turned his body so he was facing me. I scooted beside him so no one else would hear our conversation.
&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m getting out of here,&amp;rdquo; I whispered to him, &amp;ldquo;Tonight.&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;This place is barred up. Hayley, there&amp;rsquo;s no way you&amp;rsquo;re getting out of here by yourself. Look at you.&amp;rdquo; He gestured to my size and I sighed.
&amp;ldquo;That&amp;rsquo;s why I&amp;rsquo;m asking you to come with me, Josh. I don&amp;rsquo;t want to be here anymore. And you said you did some sort of thing with your body?&amp;rdquo;
Josh looked at me, &amp;ldquo;Hayley, I have no clue what I did, let alone do it again!
&amp;ldquo;Did you guys say you were gettin&amp;rsquo; out of here?&amp;rdquo; A girl said, sitting on the ground beside us with her friend. &amp;ldquo;Between you and me, something weird has been happening lately.&amp;rdquo; I stared at the girl with pale skin and blonde hair. She had then eyes that reminded you of honey and daydreaming. I remembered her. She was indifferent about being here. She didn&amp;rsquo;t care what they did to her, but when it came to people she liked, she would protect them at all costs. Even if it meant that she was sent to the lab for needles to prick into her skin. 
&amp;ldquo;What do you mean?&amp;rdquo; Josh asked and she lifted her hand and with her other hand she grabbed Josh&amp;rsquo;s and all of a sudden, everything went still. And after a few moments, it was like they came back from a different reality. &amp;ldquo;Holy shit, that just did not happen.&amp;rdquo; He said breathless.
&amp;ldquo;Nothing happened.&amp;rdquo; I said looking between the both of them.
Josh took something out of his pocket and put them in my hand. I let them fall through my fingers and my lips pressed against each other: candies. From the nurses&amp;rsquo; station. 
&amp;ldquo;How,&amp;rdquo; I said quietly to her, &amp;ldquo;How did you do that?&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;I can freeze time.&amp;rdquo; Mel said quietly, &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;ve been practicing though. That&amp;rsquo;s why I could take your boyfriend with me.&amp;rdquo; She giggled and grabbed a candy and she took the paper off of it, shoving it in her mouth.
&amp;ldquo;He&amp;rsquo;s not my boyfriend&amp;rdquo; I said at the same time Josh said, &amp;ldquo;She&amp;rsquo;s not my girlfriend.&amp;rdquo;
Then Mel looked at her friend and wriggled her eyebrows at me, &amp;ldquo;Could have fooled me.&amp;rdquo;
J.
It was sort of fascinating. We sat there for hours on end, discussing a plan. It was known that three of the four of us, had powers. But, I had only used mine once. When I discussed what happened, Mel had offered that maybe I was some kind of shield, or force field. But she couldn&amp;rsquo;t explain why that doctor flew back when everything went down that night at my parents&amp;rsquo; house.
But here I am now, lying in this hard and uncomfortable bed. 
When I woke up this morning, I felt a sort of uneasiness, but now, it&amp;rsquo;s like a hope has blasted into my stomach, taking over my body.
&amp;nbsp;


I feel like these chapters keep getting shorter and more boring. Bleh. But I really like writing this story and I really appreciate all of your loving feedback! :)]]></description>
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    <media:title><![CDATA[Runaways - Five]]></media:title>
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&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: 'times new roman', times; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Sorrow weighs my shoulders down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: 'times new roman', times; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;and trouble haunts my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: 'times new roman', times; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;But I know the present will not last;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: 'times new roman', times; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;and tomorrow will be kinder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: 'times new roman', times; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Tomorrow Will Be Kinder, The Secret Sisters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;Chapter Five:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;H.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;When I woke up the next day, the sun was hidden. It seemed like everything was hiding today. The more I tried listening, I didn&amp;rsquo;t hear crying. I didn&amp;rsquo;t hear the doctors or the nurses&amp;rsquo;. It was just an eerie silence. Like something was going to happen and we&amp;rsquo;re just waiting for it to happen. I couldn&amp;rsquo;t stand it in here anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;In the heat of the moment sort of thing, before the nurse would come offer me the medication that I &amp;ldquo;needed&amp;rdquo; to take, I grabbed a bag that had carried some of my belongings when I first got here; and filled it with clothes and books before sliding it under my bed and dressing into a change of clothes that had been set out for me. I looked at myself in the mirror before sighing, I looked like myself, but I didn&amp;rsquo;t feel like myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;I walked out of my room before the nurses would come barge in and decided that I would want some orange juice. Josh nudged me and we walked beside each other, talking about nothing in general, just chat. But for some ungodly reason, I felt the need to tell him what happened last night. I felt something towards him. Like, he somehow got what I was feeling in this place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;After sitting together for a while, each of us reading a different book we got from the shelf. I nudged Josh with my foot and he looked at me and smiled softly before going back to his book. I nudged him again and gave him a look and he bent the page he was reading and closed the book shut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Need to say something, Hayley?&amp;rdquo; He asked and turned his body so he was facing me. I scooted beside him so no one else would hear our conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m getting out of here,&amp;rdquo; I whispered to him, &amp;ldquo;Tonight.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;This place is barred up. Hayley, there&amp;rsquo;s no way you&amp;rsquo;re getting out of here by yourself. Look at you.&amp;rdquo; He gestured to my size and I sighed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;That&amp;rsquo;s why I&amp;rsquo;m asking you to come with me, Josh. I don&amp;rsquo;t want to be here anymore. And you said you did some sort of thing with your body?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;Josh looked at me, &amp;ldquo;Hayley, I have no clue what I did, let alone do it again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Did you guys say you were gettin&amp;rsquo; out of here?&amp;rdquo; A girl said, sitting on the ground beside us with her friend. &amp;ldquo;Between you and me, something weird has been happening lately.&amp;rdquo; I stared at the girl with pale skin and blonde hair. She had then eyes that reminded you of honey and daydreaming. I remembered her. She was indifferent about being here. She didn&amp;rsquo;t care what they did to her, but when it came to people she liked, she would protect them at all costs. Even if it meant that she was sent to the lab for needles to prick into her skin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;What do you mean?&amp;rdquo; Josh asked and she lifted her hand and with her other hand she grabbed Josh&amp;rsquo;s and all of a sudden, everything went still. And after a few moments, it was like they came back from a different reality. &amp;ldquo;Holy shit, that just &lt;em&gt;did &lt;/em&gt;not happen.&amp;rdquo; He said breathless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Nothing happened.&amp;rdquo; I said looking between the both of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;Josh took something out of his pocket and put them in my hand. I let them fall through my fingers and my lips pressed against each other: candies. &lt;em&gt;From the nurses&amp;rsquo; station. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;How,&amp;rdquo; I said quietly to her, &amp;ldquo;How did you do that?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I can freeze time.&amp;rdquo; Mel said quietly, &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;ve been practicing though. That&amp;rsquo;s why I could take your boyfriend with me.&amp;rdquo; She giggled and grabbed a candy and she took the paper off of it, shoving it in her mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;He&amp;rsquo;s not my boyfriend&amp;rdquo; I said at the same time Josh said, &amp;ldquo;She&amp;rsquo;s not my girlfriend.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;Then Mel looked at her friend and wriggled her eyebrows at me, &amp;ldquo;Could have fooled me.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;J.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;It was sort of fascinating. We sat there for hours on end, discussing a plan. It was known that three of the four of us, had powers. But, I had only used mine once. When I discussed what happened, Mel had offered that maybe I was some kind of shield, or force field. But she couldn&amp;rsquo;t explain why that doctor flew back when everything went down that night at my parents&amp;rsquo; house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;But here I am now, lying in this hard and uncomfortable bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;When I woke up this morning, I felt a sort of uneasiness, but now, it&amp;rsquo;s like a hope has blasted into my stomach, taking over my body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;

&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: 'times new roman', times; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I feel like these chapters keep getting shorter and more boring. Bleh. But I really like writing this story and I really appreciate all of your loving feedback! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;]]></media:description>
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Pleading eyes that break my heart,
So homesick I can't feel.
But I know I must play my part;
and tears I must conceal.
Just A Game, Birdy.
&amp;nbsp;
Chapter Four:
J.
When I woke up, I was on the couch in what seemed to be a living room. The paint had chipped in this area and all around there were only a select few kids in here that seemed to be my age. &amp;nbsp;It seemed like the air had thickened and it was even more harder to breathe even with the chilled wind blowing through the nurses&amp;rsquo; station window. 
A clear cup of orange juice came into my view and I heard a soft voice, &amp;ldquo;Would you like some orange juice?&amp;rdquo;
I looked up and saw the girl who I had ran into a few hours earlier and took the cup with both my hands and set it in my lap whilst she took a seat beside me, &amp;ldquo;Thanks, I&amp;rsquo;m Josh.&amp;rdquo; I muttered, &amp;ldquo;What is this place?&amp;rdquo;
She smiled, &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m Hayley,&amp;rdquo; then she pondered on this question and to me, it looked like she was remembering something and she sighed, &amp;ldquo;A hospital.&amp;rdquo; Was what she said and I looked at her aghast.
&amp;ldquo;Are you sick? Cos&amp;rsquo; I&amp;rsquo;m sure as hell not.&amp;rdquo; I muttered, taking a drink of my juice and then all of sudden spat it back in my cup, &amp;ldquo;You haven&amp;rsquo;t done anything to it, have you?&amp;rdquo;
Her face contoured many emotions when I said that and then finally she set her cup down and got up, &amp;ldquo;I just wanted to be your friend.&amp;rdquo; and then she walked away from me.
Feeling stupid, I got up and followed behind her, grabbing her wrist and heard her wince, grabbing it and rubbing it, &amp;ldquo;You&amp;rsquo;re not the only person who gets tested on.&amp;rdquo; She said, &amp;ldquo;If you think this place is home to me, you&amp;rsquo;re dead wrong.&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;Hold on, I&amp;rsquo;m sorry&amp;mdash;&amp;ldquo; I said, putting my hand on her shoulder, &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m just still a little weary.&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;Are you okay?&amp;rdquo; She asked after a moment of silence, &amp;ldquo;I tried to get them not to hurt you.&amp;rdquo;
We were now sitting up against the wall, the cold tile making our bodies chilled to the bone, but I didn&amp;rsquo;t care and I don&amp;rsquo;t think she cared at all.
&amp;ldquo;You were the girl, from last night?&amp;rdquo; I asked and she nodded
Her eyes suddenly got big, &amp;ldquo;Do you remember what they did to you when they took you to the lab&amp;hellip;or anything from last night?&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;Why?&amp;rdquo; I asked now looking at her
She sighed, &amp;ldquo;Don&amp;rsquo;t look at me like I&amp;rsquo;m some kind of freak. You&amp;rsquo;re here now too, but could you just answer the question?&amp;rdquo;
I took a moment and sighed in disbelief, I had an excellent memory, &amp;ldquo;It&amp;rsquo;s a bit spotty. I just remember these doctors being at my house&amp;hellip;, and I was yelling and they kept coming closer and something happened&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;What happened?&amp;rdquo; She asked, suddenly intrigued.
&amp;ldquo;So those guys wouldn&amp;rsquo;t attack me, I did something &amp;ndash; but I don&amp;rsquo;t know what I did, you know?&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;No I don&amp;rsquo;t.&amp;rdquo; She said softly, &amp;ldquo;Like you hit them or something?&amp;rdquo;
I shook my head and kind of whispered, &amp;ldquo;Like something came out of me and protected me&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo;
She laughed slightly, &amp;ldquo;Like a kind of super power?&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;You have to get away, there&amp;rsquo;s something bad going to happen.&amp;rdquo; 
&amp;ldquo;Did you say something?&amp;rdquo; I asked, looking at Hayley and she looked at me shaking her head.
Was I going mad?
H.
This night was especially worse to get sleep to. They had stuck so many things into my body that my body felt like some sort of play toy. I was exhausted, but I couldn&amp;rsquo;t sleep. The wind was rattling the tree that was beside the window, so it kept scraping.
Scraaaaatch.
Scraaaaatch.
I even mentally told myself not to worry about what was happening outside, that it was the wind. The one thing I hated most about this place was how eerie and scary it made everything felt. So when I closed my eyes tight, I tried to think of home. But everything was just black. I didn&amp;rsquo;t remember home. What did it feel like? What was it? And why do I have to feel nostalgic for something like that, that I don&amp;rsquo;t even remember what was. 
Then all of a sudden, out of the corner of my eye, I saw piercing blue eyes and before I could scream, I heard the familiar voice and I sat upright, &amp;ldquo;Laura?&amp;rdquo; I questioned quietly and she came up to my bed and hugged me lightly.
&amp;ldquo;Hayley, I&amp;rsquo;m so sorry.&amp;rdquo; She muttered and brushed hair out of my face, &amp;ldquo;Hayley you need to get out of here.&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;Why? I mean, why should I trust you, you left me.&amp;rdquo;
She shook her head, &amp;ldquo;Hayley, I didn&amp;rsquo;t. I didn&amp;rsquo;t leave you, I was here the whole time.&amp;rdquo;
I shook my head and covered my eyes so tears wouldn&amp;rsquo;t come out, &amp;ldquo;I was left alone.&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;Hayley,&amp;rdquo; She nearly yelled and took my hand, &amp;ldquo;Listen to me, you&amp;rsquo;ve got to leave this place. I heard them, this place isn&amp;rsquo;t a hospital. They&amp;rsquo;re constructing some kind of&amp;hellip;, weapon. That&amp;rsquo;s why you&amp;rsquo;re here.&amp;rdquo;
I rubbed my eyes; I had to be sleeping right?
I looked at Laura and stared at her, &amp;ldquo;You&amp;rsquo;re really here, right?&amp;rdquo;
She nodded and grabbed my hands, &amp;ldquo;Hayley, you&amp;rsquo;re not listening! There&amp;rsquo;s only an amount of time that I can stay this way without them catching me. You need to run. Find some people, get them to get away with you. You have to run away and run fast, because they&amp;rsquo;ll come look for you.&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;Where do I go?&amp;rdquo; I asked, tears threatening my eyes.
&amp;ldquo;You can&amp;rsquo;t be seen. Everything changes now. I&amp;rsquo;m sorry but this is all the information I can give you, Hayley.&amp;rdquo; Then when she closed her eyes tight, she disappeared. I reached out for her hand, but she was gone.


&amp;nbsp;Things are starting to pick up, my lovelies! Whose excited for chapter five? ;)
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&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;Pleading eyes that break my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;So homesick I can't feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;But I know I must play my part;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;and tears I must conceal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;Just A Game, Birdy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;Chapter Four:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;J.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;When I woke up, I was on the couch in what seemed to be a living room. The paint had chipped in this area and all around there were only a select few kids in here that seemed to be my age. &amp;nbsp;It seemed like the air had thickened and it was even more harder to breathe even with the chilled wind blowing through the nurses&amp;rsquo; station window. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;A clear cup of orange juice came into my view and I heard a soft voice, &amp;ldquo;Would you like some orange juice?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;I looked up and saw the girl who I had ran into a few hours earlier and took the cup with both my hands and set it in my lap whilst she took a seat beside me, &amp;ldquo;Thanks, I&amp;rsquo;m Josh.&amp;rdquo; I muttered, &amp;ldquo;What is this place?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;She smiled, &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m Hayley,&amp;rdquo; then she pondered on this question and to me, it looked like she was remembering something and she sighed, &amp;ldquo;A hospital.&amp;rdquo; Was what she said and I looked at her aghast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Are you sick? Cos&amp;rsquo; I&amp;rsquo;m sure as hell not.&amp;rdquo; I muttered, taking a drink of my juice and then all of sudden spat it back in my cup, &amp;ldquo;You haven&amp;rsquo;t done anything to it, have you?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;Her face contoured many emotions when I said that and then finally she set her cup down and got up, &amp;ldquo;I just wanted to be your friend.&amp;rdquo; and then she walked away from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;Feeling stupid, I got up and followed behind her, grabbing her wrist and heard her wince, grabbing it and rubbing it, &amp;ldquo;You&amp;rsquo;re not the only person who gets tested on.&amp;rdquo; She said, &amp;ldquo;If you think this place is home to me, you&amp;rsquo;re dead wrong.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hold on, I&amp;rsquo;m sorry&amp;mdash;&amp;ldquo; I said, putting my hand on her shoulder, &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m just still a little weary.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Are you okay?&amp;rdquo; She asked after a moment of silence, &amp;ldquo;I tried to get them not to hurt you.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;We were now sitting up against the wall, the cold tile making our bodies chilled to the bone, but I didn&amp;rsquo;t care and I don&amp;rsquo;t think she cared at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;You were the girl, from last night?&amp;rdquo; I asked and she nodded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;Her eyes suddenly got big, &amp;ldquo;Do you remember what they did to you when they took you to the lab&amp;hellip;or anything from last night?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Why?&amp;rdquo; I asked now looking at her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;She sighed, &amp;ldquo;Don&amp;rsquo;t look at me like I&amp;rsquo;m some kind of freak. You&amp;rsquo;re here now too, but could you just answer the question?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;I took a moment and sighed in disbelief, I had an excellent memory, &amp;ldquo;It&amp;rsquo;s a bit spotty. I just remember these doctors being at my house&amp;hellip;, and I was yelling and they kept coming closer and something happened&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;What happened?&amp;rdquo; She asked, suddenly intrigued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;So those guys wouldn&amp;rsquo;t attack me, I did something &amp;ndash; but I don&amp;rsquo;t know what I did, you know?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;No I don&amp;rsquo;t.&amp;rdquo; She said softly, &amp;ldquo;Like you hit them or something?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;I shook my head and kind of whispered, &amp;ldquo;Like &lt;em&gt;something &lt;/em&gt;came out of me and protected me&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;She laughed slightly, &amp;ldquo;Like a kind of super power?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;You have to get away, there&amp;rsquo;s something bad going to happen.&amp;rdquo; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Did you say something?&amp;rdquo; I asked, looking at Hayley and she looked at me shaking her head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;Was I going mad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;H.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;This night was especially worse to get sleep to. They had stuck so many things into my body that my body felt like some sort of play toy. I was exhausted, but I couldn&amp;rsquo;t sleep. The wind was rattling the tree that was beside the window, so it kept scraping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Scraaaaatch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Scraaaaatch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;I even mentally told myself not to worry about what was happening outside, that it was the wind. The one thing I hated most about this place was how eerie and scary it made everything felt. So when I closed my eyes tight, I tried to think of home. But everything was just black. I didn&amp;rsquo;t remember home. What did it feel like? What was it? And why do I have to feel nostalgic for something like that, that I don&amp;rsquo;t even remember what was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;Then all of a sudden, out of the corner of my eye, I saw piercing blue eyes and before I could scream, I heard the familiar voice and I sat upright, &amp;ldquo;Laura?&amp;rdquo; I questioned quietly and she came up to my bed and hugged me lightly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hayley, I&amp;rsquo;m so sorry.&amp;rdquo; She muttered and brushed hair out of my face, &amp;ldquo;Hayley you need to get out of here.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Why? I mean, why should I trust you, you left me.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;She shook her head, &amp;ldquo;Hayley, I didn&amp;rsquo;t. I didn&amp;rsquo;t leave you, I was here the whole time.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;I shook my head and covered my eyes so tears wouldn&amp;rsquo;t come out, &amp;ldquo;I was left alone.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hayley,&amp;rdquo; She nearly yelled and took my hand, &amp;ldquo;Listen to me, you&amp;rsquo;ve got to leave this place. I heard them, this place isn&amp;rsquo;t a hospital. They&amp;rsquo;re constructing some kind of&amp;hellip;, weapon. That&amp;rsquo;s why you&amp;rsquo;re here.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;I rubbed my eyes; I had to be sleeping right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;I looked at Laura and stared at her, &amp;ldquo;You&amp;rsquo;re really here, right?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;She nodded and grabbed my hands, &amp;ldquo;Hayley, you&amp;rsquo;re not listening! There&amp;rsquo;s only an amount of time that I can stay this way without them catching me. You need to run. Find some people, get them to get away with you. You have to run away and run fast, because they&amp;rsquo;ll come look for you.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Where do I go?&amp;rdquo; I asked, tears threatening my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;You can&amp;rsquo;t be seen. Everything changes now. I&amp;rsquo;m sorry but this is all the information I can give you, Hayley.&amp;rdquo; Then when she closed her eyes tight, she disappeared. I reached out for her hand, but she was gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Things are starting to pick up, my lovelies! Whose excited for chapter five? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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The hour has begun,
Your eyes have now opened.&amp;nbsp;
To a world where madness craves,
To a world where hope's enslaved.&amp;nbsp;
&amp;nbsp;Trembeled for My Beloved, Collective Soul.
&amp;nbsp;
Chapter Three:
J.
When I woke up, I was in a small room. The paint in some places was chipping off and you could see the red brick that they tried to cover up.&amp;nbsp; Where was I? I wondered. I looked around, no posters no band stickers, no half-naked girls on the wall. I wasn&amp;rsquo;t in my room. I r u b b e d my head and groaned in pain. What happened last night? I don&amp;rsquo;t remember anything from that night. Had I got too drunk? I dug around in my pocket to try and find my phone. But it wasn&amp;rsquo;t in there. 
All I could manage to think of was the pain I was feeling right now. My head hurt and there was a bandage around my forearm. Where was I?
&amp;ldquo;Hello?&amp;rdquo; I yelled groggily, even my throat hurt. 
I looked around again to notice that the windows were barred up. &amp;ldquo;Where am I? Hello?&amp;rdquo;
I closed my eyes and laid my head back on my pillow and kept them closed tightly, maybe I was just dreaming, maybe I&amp;rsquo;ll wake up anytime now and be in my room with all the posters and half-naked girls. 
What felt like forever, I heard the door to this room being unlocked and a voice ask me if I was awake but all I wanted to know, where was I? When I opened my eyes, I was about to speak but some sort of weird noise came out of my mouth instead as I processed the face that was staring at me. Everything just came flooding back like some sort of horrible nightmare.
&amp;ldquo;Y-You&amp;rsquo;re supposed to be dead.&amp;rdquo; I muttered, feeling my body tighten and I was unable to move.
&amp;ldquo;Some sort of trick, you used back there, Mr. Farro.&amp;rdquo; He said and took out the syringe I was so frightened of last night and sat on the bed beside me where he was about to inject my forearm, &amp;ldquo;Please&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; I muttered, &amp;ldquo;Don&amp;rsquo;t.&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;It&amp;rsquo;ll only hurt a little bit, Mr. Farro. You&amp;rsquo;ll forget all of what happened last night.&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;Please, don&amp;rsquo;t.&amp;rdquo; I said louder and shook him off my arm. When he tried again, I used all my energy to shove him off the bed and climb out of there, nearly dragging my feet out of the room; feeling like there was some sort of stone blocks tied on my feet. I could hear him coming fast up from behind me. And I let out a groan when I felt the needle go into my skin and whatever it was that in there, making me go limp.&amp;nbsp; When I fell to the ground, I saw a blurred image of a girl with orange hair telling me that I&amp;rsquo;d be okay.
H.
Yesterday, 10:15 PM.
They had given me a book, but I&amp;rsquo;ve already read this book the same time amount of times they have given it to me, so I could nearly recall everything that happens in the book. 
&amp;ldquo;Sixteen years on the streets and you can learn a lot. But all the wrong things, not the things you want to learn. Sixteen years on the streets and you see a lot. But all the wrong sights, not the things you want to see.&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;
I wondered, it&amp;rsquo;s been quite a while since my mum left me here. I&amp;rsquo;ve seen people come, I&amp;rsquo;ve seen people go. I just don&amp;rsquo;t remember anything that&amp;rsquo;s happened to me. Maybe there is something wrong with me. Maybe I am ill.
I missed Laura. I would be able to talk to her about what I&amp;rsquo;m feeling. Where was she?
It was thundering outside and the rain was tapping lightly against the window and everyone else was asleep but I couldn&amp;rsquo;t really sleep so I was waiting for the nurse to give me my sleep medication.&amp;nbsp; But I didn&amp;rsquo;t really want to sleep. I could barely sleep without having nightmares. 
When I heard yelling coming down from the hall, I watched quietly, hiding under the blanket and saw a boy with disheveled hair pulling and groaning and to me he just looked like he was trying to get away. He kept calling out to his parents and I covered my eyes, his voice was hoarse and he sounded scared.&amp;nbsp; I peeked from my hands and watched the boy fall limp and be dragged into his room; I quickly got up and went to my room. They were back. 
With a tsk of his tongue, I felt his hands clasp around my hand and I tried to pull away but he turned to face me. His head was bandaged but I could see dried blood that trickled down the side of his face. He pulled me to the other doctors that were in the room of the boy they just dragged in. 
His grip had tightened around my wrist and his other hand was wrapped around my neck so I wouldn&amp;rsquo;t be able to move. But every time I struggled to get away from it, he just pulled me back into him, making me wince. 
When we got into the room, the boy with the disheveled hair looked at me, scared. He was barely coherent but the words he cringed into his bed &amp;ldquo;Don&amp;rsquo;t touch her.&amp;rdquo; Then he spat up blood and I got pulled away, calling out to the boy who was scared.
&amp;nbsp;Feeling my body get stiff and the darkness becoming my love.&amp;nbsp;
&amp;nbsp;

&amp;nbsp;
&amp;nbsp;Ah, I'm so sorry this was such an uneventful chapter, my loves! But it will pick up in the next few chapters, I promise. Hayley and Josh just needed to meet. Anyways! I need a few more characters for the story. If you'd like to be in it please comment answering these:
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3.) If you could have any special ability or super power, what would you choose?
4.) How would you describe your style?
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&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;The hour has begun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;Your eyes have now opened.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;To a world where madness craves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;To a world where hope's enslaved.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Trembeled for My Beloved, Collective Soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;Chapter Three:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;J.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;When I woke up, I was in a small room. The paint in some places was chipping off and you could see the red brick that they tried to cover up.&amp;nbsp; Where was I? I wondered. I looked around, no posters no band stickers, no half-naked girls on the wall. I wasn&amp;rsquo;t in my room. I r u b b e d my head and groaned in pain. What happened last night? I don&amp;rsquo;t remember anything from that night. Had I got too drunk? I dug around in my pocket to try and find my phone. But it wasn&amp;rsquo;t in there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;All I could manage to think of was the pain I was feeling right now. My head hurt and there was a bandage around my forearm. Where was I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hello?&amp;rdquo; I yelled groggily, even my throat hurt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;I looked around again to notice that the windows were barred up. &amp;ldquo;Where am I? Hello?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;I closed my eyes and laid my head back on my pillow and kept them closed tightly, maybe I was just dreaming, maybe I&amp;rsquo;ll wake up anytime now and be in my room with all the posters and half-naked girls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;What felt like forever, I heard the door to this room being unlocked and a voice ask me if I was awake but all I wanted to know, where was I? When I opened my eyes, I was about to speak but some sort of weird noise came out of my mouth instead as I processed the face that was staring at me. Everything just came flooding back like some sort of horrible nightmare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Y-You&amp;rsquo;re supposed to be dead.&amp;rdquo; I muttered, feeling my body tighten and I was unable to move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Some sort of trick, you used back there, Mr. Farro.&amp;rdquo; He said and took out the syringe I was so frightened of last night and sat on the bed beside me where he was about to inject my forearm, &amp;ldquo;Please&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; I muttered, &amp;ldquo;Don&amp;rsquo;t.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;It&amp;rsquo;ll only hurt a little bit, Mr. Farro. You&amp;rsquo;ll forget all of what happened last night.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Please, don&amp;rsquo;t.&amp;rdquo; I said louder and shook him off my arm. When he tried again, I used all my energy to shove him off the bed and climb out of there, nearly dragging my feet out of the room; feeling like there was some sort of stone blocks tied on my feet. I could hear him coming fast up from behind me. And I let out a groan when I felt the needle go into my skin and whatever it was that in there, making me go limp.&amp;nbsp; When I fell to the ground, I saw a blurred image of a girl with orange hair telling me that I&amp;rsquo;d be okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;H.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;Yesterday, 10:15 PM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;They had given me a book, but I&amp;rsquo;ve already read this book the same time amount of times they have given it to me, so I could nearly recall everything that happens in the book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;ldquo;Sixteen years on the streets and you can learn a lot. But all the wrong things, not the things you want to learn. Sixteen years on the streets and you see a lot. But all the wrong sights, not the things you want to see.&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;I wondered, it&amp;rsquo;s been quite a while since my mum left me here. I&amp;rsquo;ve seen people come, I&amp;rsquo;ve seen people go. I just don&amp;rsquo;t remember anything that&amp;rsquo;s happened to &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;. Maybe there is something wrong with me. Maybe I am ill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;I missed Laura. I would be able to talk to her about what I&amp;rsquo;m feeling. Where was she?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;It was thundering outside and the rain was tapping lightly against the window and everyone else was asleep but I couldn&amp;rsquo;t really sleep so I was waiting for the nurse to give me my sleep medication.&amp;nbsp; But I didn&amp;rsquo;t really want to sleep. I could barely sleep without having nightmares. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;When I heard yelling coming down from the hall, I watched quietly, hiding under the blanket and saw a boy with disheveled hair pulling and groaning and to me he just looked like he was trying to get away. He kept calling out to his parents and I covered my eyes, his voice was hoarse and he sounded scared.&amp;nbsp; I peeked from my hands and watched the boy fall limp and be dragged into his room; I quickly got up and went to my room. They were back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;With a tsk of his tongue, I felt his hands clasp around my hand and I tried to pull away but he turned to face me. His head was bandaged but I could see dried blood that trickled down the side of his face. He pulled me to the other doctors that were in the room of the boy they just dragged in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;His grip had tightened around my wrist and his other hand was wrapped around my neck so I wouldn&amp;rsquo;t be able to move. But every time I struggled to get away from it, he just pulled me back into him, making me wince. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;When we got into the room, the boy with the disheveled hair looked at me, scared. He was barely coherent but the words he cringed into his bed &amp;ldquo;Don&amp;rsquo;t touch her.&amp;rdquo; Then he spat up blood and I got pulled away, calling out to the boy who was scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Feeling my body get stiff and the darkness becoming my love.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ah, I'm so sorry this was such an uneventful chapter, my loves! But it will pick up in the next few chapters, I promise. Hayley and Josh just needed to meet. Anyways! I need a few more characters for the story. If you'd like to be in it please comment answering these:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px; color: #273238; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;1.) Describe your personality?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px; color: #273238; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;2.) What do you look like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px; color: #273238; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;3.) If you could have any special ability or super power, what would you choose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px; color: #273238; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;4.) How would you describe your style?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px; color: #273238; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;5.) Who would you like to be paired up with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px; color: #273238; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;and to get sweet, sweet bonus points. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px; color: #273238; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;6.) Why would you want to be in a maxinied story? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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I&amp;rsquo;ll seek you out,Flay you alive.One more word and you won&amp;rsquo;t survive;And I&amp;rsquo;m not scared of your stolen power.See right through you any hour.
Eyes On Fire, Blue Foundation
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Chapter Two:
H.
When I woke up this morning, something in the air made my insides twist and my body shiver. Like a ghost had just walked through me, taking all the warmth from my body.&amp;nbsp; I looked out the window that had been barred up, for what they told me was my own safety, and noticed that the sun wasn&amp;rsquo;t up or maybe it just had been hidden from the dark clouds that slowly made their way up above the building. 
When the doctors had w a l k e d in, I had already changed into my high-waisted shorts and a baggy tank top and a cardigan. It was Saturday so we didn&amp;rsquo;t have to wear any hospital gowns or the uniforms they made us wear. 
To be honest, we didn&amp;rsquo;t really do much of anything except for lounge in the living room area and do our group sessions. To me, I never really wondered why we weren&amp;rsquo;t learning about school. In this place, we just&amp;hellip;, didn&amp;rsquo;t. They said we needed to learn about more important things but we didn&amp;rsquo;t really learn anything at all.
I remember getting really close to this one girl, her name is Laura. She had been her prior to my time being here. She said it had been almost a year since they started admitting girls again. I had been so entranced with the way she spoke. But just seeing her, you&amp;rsquo;d be in a daze. She had the most beautiful blue eyes I&amp;rsquo;ve ever seen. Like a sort of crystal blue, they were extremely pale. But they were so clear and luminous that you could tell that she had a spark inside of her.
I remember asking her about why they started admitting girls in again but she had frozen up like she had made herself turn to ice. Then, like she thawed out, she spoke quietly. 
&amp;ldquo;Listen to me very carefully, Hayley. There&amp;rsquo;s something going on in this hospital &amp;ndash; it&amp;rsquo;s not right. We&amp;rsquo;re not right. We&amp;rsquo;re different and they know that. They&amp;rsquo;re treating us like we&amp;rsquo;re some sort of mutation. But the thing is, we&amp;rsquo;re not the only kids who are getting injected day after day.&amp;rdquo; She stopped when a doctor that I only knew because he was in the sessions where I would get things injected into my skin; and I cringed when he smiled at me. She started to continue, &amp;ldquo;Hayley, you have to be careful. There&amp;rsquo;s something bad happening &amp;ndash; I can feel it.&amp;rdquo;
Then like she had said too much, her doctors tapped her on the shoulder. Laura&amp;rsquo;s eyes widen while they began to take her away, I yelled at them to stop that she wasn&amp;rsquo;t doing anything. She kept calling my name and when I stood up, she grabbed onto my hand, towering over me about seven inches, her black hair was a mess but only made her look more like a dream when her pale skin hit the sunlight that peaked its way through the barred windows.
Before I knew what was happening, something went into my skin and my eyes got heavy, making Laura turn into a blurred and distant image whilst she screamed my name in horror..
That was the last time I had seen Laura.
I was alone once again.
J.
&amp;ldquo;What are you doing?&amp;rdquo; I laughed, &amp;ldquo;You can&amp;rsquo;t send me away, its senior year!&amp;rdquo; 
&amp;ldquo;Joshua, it&amp;rsquo;s a reform school. Your grades have dropped and your teachers are telling me that there&amp;rsquo;s no way you&amp;rsquo;re going to be able to pass with&amp;nbsp; a D level.
I stopped laughing when I looked at my dad&amp;rsquo;s face, &amp;ldquo;Are you serious? You&amp;rsquo;re not even going to give me a chance to change?&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;Josh we&amp;rsquo;ve given you plenty chances,&amp;rdquo; His dad sighed and continued, &amp;ldquo;We think maybe a few months at this reform school will be benefical to you. Make you understand that senior year isn&amp;rsquo;t a joke.&amp;rdquo;
I shoved my plate away, watching it hit the bowl of mash potatoes and smirk when the bowl cracked right in the middle of it and looked at my dad, &amp;ldquo;So you&amp;rsquo;re going to let these freaks take me away?!&amp;rdquo; I pointed at the doctors and watched from the corner of my eye, and scoffed at the man who smiled.
&amp;ldquo;If you don&amp;rsquo;t mind my saying&amp;mdash;&amp;ldquo; The youngest doctor said
&amp;ldquo;I do mind, so shut up.&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;Joshua!&amp;rdquo; My mother yelled.
And for the first time in my life, I shut up when I realized something. 
They didn&amp;rsquo;t want me here anymore.
&amp;ldquo;Sorry for tearing this family apart, mum and dad.&amp;rdquo; I mumbled, &amp;ldquo;But if you think I&amp;rsquo;m going to go with these people, you&amp;rsquo;re sure as hell wrong.&amp;rdquo;
My mum inhaled and sighed deeply, &amp;ldquo;When you were born. This man&amp;mdash;&amp;ldquo; She pointed to the old man in the middle, &amp;ldquo;Did some tests on you, some tests that would benefit you in the long run, Josh. When we got the tests back, you were different Joshua. Something happened to you and they&amp;rsquo;re going to make you better.&amp;rdquo;
Like some sort of spotty memory, I saw what the man was doing. He had injected something into my arm; like I was some sort of science experiment. 
&amp;ldquo;I had nightmares about you when I was a kid!&amp;rdquo; I yelled at the old man, my temper rising, &amp;ldquo;If you think I&amp;rsquo;m going with some sort of maniac like you, you&amp;rsquo;re so wrong!&amp;rdquo; I was breathing heavily and I could hear my mum crying whilst my dad begged me to stop.&amp;nbsp; My hands were in tight fists and I was still screaming at the man, &amp;ldquo;How could you do that to my body!? I was a child!&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;Calm down, Joshua.&amp;rdquo; The old man said, taking a step forward towards me and putting his hands up, &amp;ldquo;You&amp;rsquo;re going to be okay, there&amp;rsquo;s nothing wrong with you.&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;I know there isn&amp;rsquo;t anything wrong with me!&amp;rdquo; I yelled again
The man took another step towards me and I told him to stay back. I was so angry. How could my parents betray me like this?
&amp;ldquo;Stay back!&amp;rdquo; I yelled again as he took another step forward and from&amp;nbsp; the corner of my eye, I saw the young fellow with some sort of syringe in his hand and turned towards him, &amp;ldquo;I said,&amp;rdquo; My blood was boiling and I raised my hands, and felt something come out of my body as I yelled the last two words, &amp;ldquo;STAY BACK!&amp;rdquo;
And as I watched him fly back against the wall, hid head smashes against the counter, blood spotting the place. I fell to the ground and watched the world fade around me.


This story is so much fun to write! I really love all you guys who are giving me so much good feedback, I'm so happy you like it and I really do hope this chapter was interesting. &amp;lt;3
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    <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/2/1/1/8/3/0/6/4/orig-21183064.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;I&amp;rsquo;ll seek you out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Flay you alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;One more word and you won&amp;rsquo;t survive;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;And I&amp;rsquo;m not scared of your stolen power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #333333; line-height: 22px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;See right through you any hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;Eyes On Fire, Blue Foundation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;Chapter Two:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;H.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;When I woke up this morning, something in the air made my insides twist and my body shiver. Like a ghost had just walked through me, taking all the warmth from my body.&amp;nbsp; I looked out the window that had been barred up, for what they told me was my own safety, and noticed that the sun wasn&amp;rsquo;t up or maybe it just had been hidden from the dark clouds that slowly made their way up above the building. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;When the doctors had w a l k e d in, I had already changed into my high-waisted shorts and a baggy tank top and a cardigan. It was Saturday so we didn&amp;rsquo;t have to wear any hospital gowns or the uniforms they made us wear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;To be honest, we didn&amp;rsquo;t really do much of anything except for lounge in the living room area and do our group sessions. To me, I never really wondered why we weren&amp;rsquo;t learning about school. In this place, we just&amp;hellip;, didn&amp;rsquo;t. They said we needed to learn about more important things but we didn&amp;rsquo;t really learn anything at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;I remember getting really close to this one girl, her name is Laura. She had been her prior to my time being here. She said it had been almost a year since they started admitting girls again. I had been so entranced with the way she spoke. But just seeing her, you&amp;rsquo;d be in a daze. She had the most beautiful blue eyes I&amp;rsquo;ve ever seen. Like a sort of crystal blue, they were extremely pale. But they were so clear and luminous that you could tell that she had a spark inside of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;I remember asking her about why they started admitting girls in again but she had frozen up like she had made herself turn to ice. Then, like she thawed out, she spoke quietly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Listen to me very carefully, Hayley. There&amp;rsquo;s something going on in this hospital &amp;ndash; it&amp;rsquo;s not right. We&amp;rsquo;re not right. We&amp;rsquo;re different and they know that. They&amp;rsquo;re treating us like we&amp;rsquo;re some sort of mutation. But the thing is, we&amp;rsquo;re not the only kids who are getting injected day after day.&amp;rdquo; She stopped when a doctor that I only knew because he was in the sessions where I would get things injected into my skin; and I cringed when he smiled at me. She started to continue, &amp;ldquo;Hayley, you have to be careful. There&amp;rsquo;s something bad happening &amp;ndash; I can feel it.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;Then like she had said too much, her doctors tapped her on the shoulder. Laura&amp;rsquo;s eyes widen while they began to take her away, I yelled at them to stop that she wasn&amp;rsquo;t doing anything. She kept calling my name and when I stood up, she grabbed onto my hand, towering over me about seven inches, her black hair was a mess but only made her look more like a dream when her pale skin hit the sunlight that peaked its way through the barred windows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;Before I knew what was happening, something went into my skin and my eyes got heavy, making Laura turn into a blurred and distant image whilst she screamed my name in horror..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;That was the last time I had seen Laura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;I was alone once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;J.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;What are you doing?&amp;rdquo; I laughed, &amp;ldquo;You can&amp;rsquo;t send me away, its senior year!&amp;rdquo; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Joshua, it&amp;rsquo;s a reform school. Your grades have dropped and your teachers are telling me that there&amp;rsquo;s no way you&amp;rsquo;re going to be able to pass with&amp;nbsp; a D level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;I stopped laughing when I looked at my dad&amp;rsquo;s face, &amp;ldquo;Are you serious? You&amp;rsquo;re not even going to give me a chance to change?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Josh we&amp;rsquo;ve given you plenty chances,&amp;rdquo; His dad sighed and continued, &amp;ldquo;We think maybe a few months at this reform school will be benefical to you. Make you understand that senior year isn&amp;rsquo;t a joke.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;I shoved my plate away, watching it hit the bowl of mash potatoes and smirk when the bowl cracked right in the middle of it and looked at my dad, &amp;ldquo;So you&amp;rsquo;re going to let these freaks take me away?!&amp;rdquo; I pointed at the doctors and watched from the corner of my eye, and scoffed at the man who smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;If you don&amp;rsquo;t mind my saying&amp;mdash;&amp;ldquo; The youngest doctor said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I do mind, so shut up.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Joshua!&amp;rdquo; My mother yelled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;And for the first time in my life, I shut up when I realized something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;They didn&amp;rsquo;t want me here anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Sorry for tearing this family apart, mum and dad.&amp;rdquo; I mumbled, &amp;ldquo;But if you think I&amp;rsquo;m going to go with these people, you&amp;rsquo;re sure as hell wrong.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;My mum inhaled and sighed deeply, &amp;ldquo;When you were born. This man&amp;mdash;&amp;ldquo; She pointed to the old man in the middle, &amp;ldquo;Did some tests on you, some tests that would benefit you in the long run, Josh. When we got the tests back, you were different Joshua. Something happened to you and they&amp;rsquo;re going to make you better.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;Like some sort of spotty memory, I saw what the man was doing. He had injected something into my arm; like I was some sort of science experiment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I had nightmares about you when I was a kid!&amp;rdquo; I yelled at the old man, my temper rising, &amp;ldquo;If you think I&amp;rsquo;m going with some sort of maniac like you, you&amp;rsquo;re so wrong!&amp;rdquo; I was breathing heavily and I could hear my mum crying whilst my dad begged me to stop.&amp;nbsp; My hands were in tight fists and I was still screaming at the man, &amp;ldquo;How could you do that to my body!? I was a child!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Calm down, Joshua.&amp;rdquo; The old man said, taking a step forward towards me and putting his hands up, &amp;ldquo;You&amp;rsquo;re going to be okay, there&amp;rsquo;s nothing wrong with you.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I know there isn&amp;rsquo;t anything wrong with me!&amp;rdquo; I yelled again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;The man took another step towards me and I told him to stay back. I was so angry. How could my parents betray me like this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Stay back!&amp;rdquo; I yelled again as he took another step forward and from&amp;nbsp; the corner of my eye, I saw the young fellow with some sort of syringe in his hand and turned towards him, &amp;ldquo;I said,&amp;rdquo; My blood was boiling and I raised my hands, and felt something come out of my body as I yelled the last two words, &amp;ldquo;STAY BACK!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;And as I watched him fly back against the wall, hid head smashes against the counter, blood spotting the place. I fell to the ground and watched the world fade around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;This story is so much fun to write! I really love all you guys who are giving me so much good feedback, I'm so happy you like it and I really do hope this chapter was interesting. &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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Come away little lamb,Come away to the water.To the arms that are waiting only for you,Come away little lamb come away to the slaughter.To the one appointed to see this through,We are calling for you;We are coming for you.
Come Away to the Water, Maroon 5 ft. Rozzi Crane
Chapter One:
H. 
I don&amp;rsquo;t recall anything further in my past then my parents dropping me off here and telling me it&amp;rsquo;s for my own good. I remember begging her not to leave me here by myself. I cried and cried that day, I had promised her I would change. But it wasn&amp;rsquo;t until a few days after that she only brought me here so her newest marriage to the scumbag of a guy she married, to work.&amp;nbsp; I had pondered and pondered why she chose him over me. I mean, isn&amp;rsquo;t your mum supposed to have some eternal motherly motive to protect her daughter at all costs? But instead, she left me.
I soon realized that this place was not only a place where parents dropped their kids off because they were too hard to handle but also a burial grounding for patients that couldn&amp;rsquo;t handle what was put into their bodies. The doctors told us that they were: f a u l t e d and the ones that were surviving were: p e r f e c t e d. But every time someone new died or someone new came in, it was the same. Sooner or later, they would end up dying and deemed: ill.
To be honest, I wish I could remember what&amp;rsquo;s happened earlier in my life. I don&amp;rsquo;t remember school; I don&amp;rsquo;t even &amp;nbsp;remember how to ride a bike. I don&amp;rsquo;t remember anything. 
. . .
When I woke up, my body was sore and when I looked at my hands, they had bandages on them. I had become a girl full of bandages. The girl who couldn&amp;rsquo;t remember anything from my past and I couldn&amp;rsquo;t help but blame myself for the way everything has happened. I could of done more things, I could of begged my mum more to let me stay with her. 
I didn&amp;rsquo;t want to be here anymore. With already feeling like a misfit, that loneliness had finally set in. I was alone with my thoughts.
J.
It had been like any normal night. Friday night and what does any normal high school student do? Go to a party. So, of course that&amp;rsquo;s what I did. I mean, I should be having the time of my life like any other person in this god forsaken world. But mum told me she was having company over and she wanted me to meet them, so exasperated and infuriated, I stayed home instead of finding Elizabeth and making out with her. 
I scratched my head and groaned, leaning my head back against the couch, &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m missing my party, mum!&amp;rdquo; 
My mum pranced over and hit my forehead softly, &amp;ldquo;You go to a party every weekend. You&amp;rsquo;re not going to miss much, Joshua Neil.&amp;rdquo;
And just like they were summoned, there were three distinctive knocks on the door. My dad walked over to it tiredly, and opened it. Putting on a welcoming smile, he greeted them joyfully and kindly, whilst I stood up and crossed my arms. 
It was like a scene from some sort of stupid horror movie, the way the three guests huddled together and just stared at me. I felt kind of anxious when I was looking at them and for some reason; I just wanted to hide behind my mum. 
&amp;ldquo;Well dinner will be done in a little while, please come take a seat?&amp;rdquo; My mum offered and pulled me to her side so there was room for the guests to sit on the couch.&amp;nbsp; When dad offered to take their coats, they politely declined and I couldn&amp;rsquo;t help but stare at them.
There was d e f i n e t l y something wrong with these people. 
When my parents went to go set the table for supper, I sat down on the recliner and put my feet on the couch, pulling out my phone and texting the guys that I wouldn&amp;rsquo;t be there tonight: p r i o r engagement, I said. 
&amp;ldquo;You must be Josh.&amp;rdquo; The older fellow said in some &amp;nbsp;sort of stupid accent he got over the years and I just nodded. &amp;ldquo;Your parents have been telling me lots about you, Joshua. You&amp;rsquo;re a bit extraordinary.&amp;rdquo;
I scowled, &amp;ldquo;What does that mean?&amp;rdquo;
He looked at the television and then back at me. &amp;ldquo;Some things are meant to be kept secret, Mr. Farro, my bad little boys.&amp;rdquo;
&amp;ldquo;First off, I&amp;rsquo;m not little&amp;mdash;&amp;ldquo;
&amp;ldquo;Supper time!&amp;rdquo; Mom said delightfully happy and cut me off, &amp;ldquo;Joshua Neil, be nice to our guests!&amp;rdquo;

&amp;nbsp;
I know the story is going a little slow, but I promise it will pick up by the next chapter, hopefully! That's when there will be character introductions, hopefully!
Anyways, I'm so happy you guys are finding this enjoyable, it really makes me happy and you can count on me being back! :)
Follow me on twitter and I'll follow you back. I'd like to become friends with y'all! :)&amp;nbsp;]]></description>
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    <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/2/1/1/8/2/6/8/6/orig-21182686.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Come away little lamb,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Come away to the water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;To the arms that are waiting only for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Come away little lamb come away to the slaughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;To the one appointed to see this through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;We are calling for you;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;We are coming for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Come Away to the Water, Maroon 5 ft. Rozzi Crane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;Chapter One:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;H. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;I don&amp;rsquo;t recall anything further in my past then my parents dropping me off here and telling me it&amp;rsquo;s for my own good. I remember begging her not to leave me here by myself. I cried and cried that day, I had promised her I would change. But it wasn&amp;rsquo;t until a few days after that she only brought me here so her newest marriage to the scumbag of a guy she married, to work.&amp;nbsp; I had pondered and pondered why she chose him over me. I mean, isn&amp;rsquo;t your mum supposed to have some eternal motherly motive to protect her daughter at all costs? But instead, she left me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;I soon realized that this place was not only a place where parents dropped their kids off because they were &lt;em&gt;too hard &lt;/em&gt;to handle but also a burial grounding for patients that couldn&amp;rsquo;t handle what was put into their bodies. The doctors told us that they were: f a u l t e d and the ones that were surviving were: p e r f e c t e d. But every time someone new died or someone new came in, it was the same. Sooner or later, they would end up dying and deemed: ill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;To be honest, I wish I could remember what&amp;rsquo;s happened earlier in my life. I don&amp;rsquo;t remember school; I don&amp;rsquo;t even &amp;nbsp;remember how to ride a bike. I don&amp;rsquo;t remember anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;When I woke up, my body was sore and when I looked at my hands, they had bandages on them. I had become a girl full of bandages. The girl who couldn&amp;rsquo;t remember anything from my past and I couldn&amp;rsquo;t help but blame myself for the way everything has happened. I could of done more things, I could of begged my mum more to let me stay with her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;I didn&amp;rsquo;t want to be here anymore. With already feeling like a misfit, that loneliness had finally set in. I was alone with my thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;J.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;It had been like any normal night. Friday night and what does any normal high school student do? Go to a party. So, of course that&amp;rsquo;s what I did. I mean, I should be having the time of my life like any other person in this god forsaken world. But mum told me she was having company over and she wanted me to meet them, so exasperated and infuriated, I stayed home instead of finding Elizabeth and making out with her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;I scratched my head and groaned, leaning my head back against the couch, &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m missing my party, mum!&amp;rdquo; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;My mum pranced over and hit my forehead softly, &amp;ldquo;You go to a party &lt;em&gt;every &lt;/em&gt;weekend. You&amp;rsquo;re not going to miss much, Joshua Neil.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;And just like they were summoned, there were three distinctive knocks on the door. My dad walked over to it tiredly, and opened it. Putting on a welcoming smile, he greeted them joyfully and kindly, whilst I stood up and crossed my arms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;It was like a scene from some sort of stupid horror movie, the way the three guests huddled together and just stared at me. I felt kind of anxious when I was looking at them and for some reason; I just wanted to hide behind my mum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Well dinner will be done in a little while, please come take a seat?&amp;rdquo; My mum offered and pulled me to her side so there was room for the guests to sit on the couch.&amp;nbsp; When dad offered to take their coats, they politely declined and I couldn&amp;rsquo;t help but stare at them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;There was d e f i n e t l y something wrong with these people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;When my parents went to go set the table for supper, I sat down on the recliner and put my feet on the couch, pulling out my phone and texting the guys that I wouldn&amp;rsquo;t be there tonight: p r i o r engagement, I said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;You must be Josh.&amp;rdquo; The older fellow said in some &amp;nbsp;sort of stupid accent he got over the years and I just nodded. &amp;ldquo;Your parents have been telling me lots about you, Joshua. You&amp;rsquo;re a bit extraordinary.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;I scowled, &amp;ldquo;What does that mean?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;He looked at the television and then back at me. &amp;ldquo;Some things are meant to be kept secret, Mr. Farro, my &lt;em&gt;bad little boys&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;First off, I&amp;rsquo;m not little&amp;mdash;&amp;ldquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Supper time!&amp;rdquo; Mom said delightfully happy and cut me off, &amp;ldquo;Joshua Neil, be nice to our guests!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;I know the story is going a little slow, but I promise it will pick up by the next chapter, hopefully! That's when there will be character introductions, hopefully!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;Anyways, I'm so happy you guys are finding this enjoyable, it really makes me happy and you can count on me being back! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'times new roman', times;&quot;&gt;Follow me on twitter and I'll follow you back. I'd like to become friends with y'all! :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;]]></media:description>
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