<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13277789204044655</id><updated>2011-07-07T20:09:09.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Different Roads</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twodifferentroads.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13277789204044655/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodifferentroads.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chanel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16339717627837136426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/SarLET4a0PI/AAAAAAAAC3E/-c7kqXc1pK0/S220/001+copy+3.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13277789204044655.post-7300940821818925733</id><published>2010-08-19T18:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T18:44:45.949-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, Hey hi! I'm alive,</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I've stopped writing for away, for a yera or more I believe.&lt;br /&gt;But I just wanted to say that I'm back! Not on blogger of course but on LiveJournal :)&lt;br /&gt;So you can become my friend/ read my story/leave comments on my story @&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dumperlings.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://dumperlings.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13277789204044655-7300940821818925733?l=twodifferentroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twodifferentroads.blogspot.com/feeds/7300940821818925733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13277789204044655&amp;postID=7300940821818925733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13277789204044655/posts/default/7300940821818925733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13277789204044655/posts/default/7300940821818925733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodifferentroads.blogspot.com/2010/08/hello-hey-hi-im-alive.html' title='Hello, Hey hi! I&apos;m alive,'/><author><name>Chanel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16339717627837136426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/SarLET4a0PI/AAAAAAAAC3E/-c7kqXc1pK0/S220/001+copy+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13277789204044655.post-302101273569006759</id><published>2008-04-01T18:31:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T10:34:53.341-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Part Sixteen: Ending Lives In Half</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R_K4NvpGx_I/AAAAAAAABiI/8GW6lLKflRI/s1600-h/normal_20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184408667323549682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R_K4NvpGx_I/AAAAAAAABiI/8GW6lLKflRI/s400/normal_20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ellie stared hard and long at the pencil, with the white sock balled up in her hands. "I can't believe you have to go" Kathleen said, slapping her hand on her shoulder. Ellie shrugged it off and stared back at the pencil. Why did she had to go back to her dad? She thought she was already dead since he hadn't spoken to her for eight years. For eight years her mother struggle and for eight years she wasn't able to see her father's hazel eyes, so was why he running back to her now? the new wife had some kind of disease he doesn't want catch or he realized she was using him. "Kat, can you please excuse us? I need to talk to Ellie, for a while" Jacob said, looking upset and worried. Kathleen raised up her hands and walked out the room closing the door behind her. "Ellie, I know you probably don't want to talk to me but just hear me out. I care about you a lot and you mean the world to me, really. But if we have to end it like this, then, fine it's your choice" Jacob said, his jaw line tensed. Ellie was quiet not saying a word, only twisting the balled up sock. "I don't want to leave you, Jacob. I love you, I don't want to ever leave you like this" Ellie cried, hugging Jacob tightly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jacob let her stayed there, sobbing on his shoulder. "We can't do this, Ellie. We have to break-up, we can't continue like this. I can't continue like this" Jacob parted away from Ellie, slamming the door behind him. Ellie had to leave, she couldn't resist the fact that her boyfriend didn't want her anymore simply because she was leaving. How could they be buddies again when she'll have the urge to kiss him. She had to move, she picked her up packed suitcase and headed down stairs. She saw Dueller and Stephanie sitting outside on the backyard swinging set, he had to leave too. "I can always contact you in London, maybe bring you a few pictures of Big Ben"Dueller smiled. "But they said 99.9% of long distance relationship would not work out. Ever heard of that "Long Distance Relationships Would Kill You", well, I don't want that to happen" Stephanie kissed Dueller's pale lips. "It wouldn't because I'll always call you and have you ever heard of "Inseparable", well, even though were miles and miles apart you'll still be holding onto my heart, I know, were inseparable" Dueller singed. Stephanie's heart melted and tears ripped down her cheeks, the black hole in heart will now forever remain there. Ellie left the house without telling anyone, she was devastated, she couldn't believe that everything good was now falling apart. There was big lump in her throat she kicked the lamppost and threw her luggage on the sidewalk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Ellie? Where is Ellie?" Kathleen pondered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"She was here a while ago" Jacob called back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"She isn't in the room and no where else in the house" Stephanie stated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"I think Ellie left already" Jacob said, realizing what he has done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Jacob, what is it?" Kathleen was staring at him, worried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"I told her that it was over and now she's gone"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kathleen glared at Jacob feeling as if she wanted to beat his head against an egg beater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"I can't believe you told her that. Jacob, Ellie was head over heels for you. She gave everything up for you, and this is how you repay her" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"I didn't mean to, seriously. I was in love with her....but I forgot about the memories were shared" Jacob was looking down at the floor, tears filling his eyes. "she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;got to be by Arnold, she just has to be" Kathleen raced out of the door, with Jacob following close behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ellie was sitting on the park bench, she ran the dull sharp edge of the broken beer bottle across her fingertips. She was trying to release all the pain. She could hear footsteps crunching against the fall leaves, her name echoed and in the distance she could see Stephanie trying to move the tree from her face. Jacob was there, too and Kathleen. "Ellie? Why did you leave without telling us?" Jacob rushed up to her, picking her up and holding her tightly. She pulled away, "You said it's over. You meant it, Jacob" tears pour down her cheeks. "I wasn't thinking straight, okay. I was just upset that you were leaving, I know that you have to move to Philadelphia....but, but I want us to remain friends, that is all" Jacob explained, even though he wanted to be more than friends. Ellie was facing the lake and letting the wind blow through her hair, she turned around and kissed Jacob. She pulled away and hugged him tightly, her head resting on his chest. "I don't think our friendship will last either if we're miles and miles apart" She said. She pulled away once she saw the cab coming down the street, "Bye you guys" She waved, tears of joy and sadness ripped down her cheek as she climb inside heading towards the bus station. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"What did she say?" Stephanie asked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Stephanie, Kathleen and Jacob we're all by Arnold, drinking his homemade tea. "She said, that our friendship wouldn't even last if we remain friends and not lovers" Jacob looked down at his tea. Stephanie sighed, "I think Dueller and I relationship won't last long either, he might find someone else in London to love. I know it's not going to be me, but I wish him the best of luck if he ever finds true love". Arnold face glowed in the fireplace and a smile creased upon his face, "I remember Delia, my true love. She died 60 years ago, we were at prom and felt the moment was right just to kiss. We did kiss, she told she'll never forget that night when I dropped her home. The next morning, as I passed by her house, the police and abumlance were there. Delia grew up in a abusive home, they found her dead on her bed. Her father was just on a rampage, he killed Delia on the spot after raping his daughter. It was Delia who made me become a reclusive, it was Delia who made me change the views of people, it was Delia who made me who I am today". Everyone was quiet as they listened to Arnold's story, the only noise came from the fireplace with the wood crackling. Arnold turned to Jacob, "So my boy, don't weep just because Ellie is miles away from you. Don't think the possible outcome of life is impossible. The possible outcome of life is possible". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13277789204044655-302101273569006759?l=twodifferentroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twodifferentroads.blogspot.com/feeds/302101273569006759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13277789204044655&amp;postID=302101273569006759&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13277789204044655/posts/default/302101273569006759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13277789204044655/posts/default/302101273569006759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodifferentroads.blogspot.com/2008/04/part-sixteen-ending-lives-in-half.html' title='Part Sixteen: Ending Lives In Half'/><author><name>Chanel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16339717627837136426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/SarLET4a0PI/AAAAAAAAC3E/-c7kqXc1pK0/S220/001+copy+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R_K4NvpGx_I/AAAAAAAABiI/8GW6lLKflRI/s72-c/normal_20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13277789204044655.post-5206303797058975274</id><published>2008-03-15T12:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T12:29:48.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Back In April</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R9v3Qhqg5QI/AAAAAAAABNk/xnpNhPwniBY/s1600-h/i278692154_43565_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178004059879171330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R9v3Qhqg5QI/AAAAAAAABNk/xnpNhPwniBY/s400/i278692154_43565_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Well, it's true. I'll be coming back in April, clearly because I finish pretty much earlier than I thought I would in March. So I'll leave off  with Part Sixteen, while I'm gone doing random things, please leave comments. It would be really nice and if you want me to read any of your work and want advice, then tell me and I would be glad to do it. I'll be missing Ellie, Kathleen, Stephanie, Jacob, Dueller and Arnold but I know I'll be back typing away shortly with maybe even more drama and quirky adventures. You can also read my first story on blogger,&lt;em&gt; The Things They Don't Tell You&lt;/em&gt;.So keep your mind open, read, take Kodak moments and never forget to&lt;strong&gt; stay gold.&lt;/strong&gt; Because you never know when you're going to face, &lt;em&gt;Two Different Roads&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Shenell Keanna, the author of &lt;em&gt;Two Different Roads&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;The Things They Don't Tell You &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13277789204044655-5206303797058975274?l=twodifferentroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twodifferentroads.blogspot.com/feeds/5206303797058975274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13277789204044655&amp;postID=5206303797058975274&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13277789204044655/posts/default/5206303797058975274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13277789204044655/posts/default/5206303797058975274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodifferentroads.blogspot.com/2008/03/coming-back-in-april.html' title='Coming Back In April'/><author><name>Chanel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16339717627837136426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/SarLET4a0PI/AAAAAAAAC3E/-c7kqXc1pK0/S220/001+copy+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R9v3Qhqg5QI/AAAAAAAABNk/xnpNhPwniBY/s72-c/i278692154_43565_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13277789204044655.post-5597129755217655331</id><published>2008-03-14T21:23:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T22:57:16.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Part Fifteen: Except You Got That Look In Your Eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R9smCBqg5OI/AAAAAAAABNU/M54HCy7KKO8/s1600-h/12039830027061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177774012840862946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R9smCBqg5OI/AAAAAAAABNU/M54HCy7KKO8/s400/12039830027061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"That is what I called my shudders" Arnold said. His was sitting comfortable in his plywood chair, packed with his cushions. A smoke of gray took place in random spots of his full grown and shave beard. They were sitting on the back porch, with Mr. Ringo Star, Arnold's shot gun, laying beside him. The rest of them sat on the rockers chairs with drinking mint tea, which was just hot water and mint leaves. "Why do you call them shudders?" Stephanie asked, sipping the tea. "Why do you called shoes, shoes?" Arnold responded. Stephanie felt shunned, while Arnold cursed under his breath. "Can you smell it? It's hunting season, those blasted birds will be flying over head, and there I am, with Mr. Ringo Star place in my hand like a prized possession, shooting those birds and roasting them in the fireplace" He licked his lips. Arnold took out a wooden box and opened it, inside was a pile of cigars, he took one out and lighted it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Dueller, my good man, come talk to me boy. Lets go shoot some duck for me to eat, tonight" Arnold said, the cigar hanging from the side of his mouth and his arm around Dueller's shoulder. "Here take this one" Arnold threw him a shotgun "Oh, bloody hell" Dueller said, as he flipped the gun around his hand. "Hey, don't point the gun at me, would you kid?" Arnold said, annoyed. "Be careful out there, Dueller. Don't worry, Arnold is good guy, unless he tells you something that makes he think more thoroughly" Stephanie said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Your words will absolve me, maybe" He said. Arnold and Dueller walked into the deep woods and went by the lake where there was a clear view and it was barren. "Dueller, I heard you're from England, the entertainer" Arnold said, putting the bullets in. "I'm guessing that Ellie must have told you that, didn't she?" "Nope, she didn't. I have my ways boy, didn't you perhaps noticed that I live in what I supposedly called the reclusive area. Didn't you perhaps notice that you rarely so anyone comes up to this place, do you see any houses near me. I think not, Mr. Dueller Thompson" Arnold said, without even flinching he lifted his gun and shot a bird. Dueller looked down at the dirt and looked at Arnold's gray eyes, duller than a donkey's own. "Come on, we've got to keep moving. Can't have any wet bird for dinner". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Ever been arrested?" Arnold asked, sitting on a tree stump. "No, I've seen my grandfather got arrested but that was having an incredible amount of parking tickets, can't really blame the old man" Dueller joked. "You don't amuse me boy, so I suggest you stop trying to. You didn't even shoot a god damn bird, yet. What are you a chicken? I thought entertainers were suppose to be entertaining" Arnold said. "What are you trying to say me? Why did you even bring me out alone, here, with you?" Dueller asked, feeling as if he wanted a cigarette. "I'm trying to get something out of you boy. If you're really wondering why I bring you out here is because I have one simple question for you: "What really happen to your parents?". Dueller stared back him, he knew that this entire time he was lying about his parents. He didn't answered, instead he shot a bird and walked back towards the house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The bedroom door was locked and Stephanie was up, worried since Dueller didn't tell her anything. She turned her body fully to him, "What happen, today, with Arnold?You can trust me Dueller, I'm girlfriend" She said, whispering. She wanted to give it to him, just so he can at least confess. "It was nothing, Stephanie. He just kept on asking me questions and told me not to amuse him" Dueller confessed. Stephanie climbed on top of him, "What were the questions?". "Stephanie, by you trying to please me, won't make me confess, just wants me to ask for more" He smiled. Stephanie went back on her side, "Goodnight Stephanie" Dueller said, kissing her. She pulled away and hugged herself, why did he had to be so confidential with himself? She went on her laptop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;To: Ellie Johansen &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:elliechic@teenmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;elliechic@teenmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fr: Stephanie Cornell&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:miss.stephaniecornell@teenmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;miss.stephaniecornell@teenmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Re: Arnold Lippmann and Dueller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dueller still hasn't told me anything that went on down at Arnold Lippmann's place. I tried to get him to confess but giving it to him, but I'm guessing he knew what I had in mind anyway. All he told me was that he asked him a few questions and told him try not to amuse him [who would EVER try to amuse the reclusive, he never smiles!]. You and Jacob seem like the only couple in the house who have the perfect relationship, I mean my boyfriend wouldn't even bother tell me a thing. But if he finds something he'll start asking me questions. He is really sweet though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;//Stephanie C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;To: Stephanie Cornell &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:miss.stephaniecornell@teenmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;miss.stephaniecornell@teenmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&gt;&lt;miss.stephaniecornell@teenmail.com&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fr: Ellie Johansen &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:elliechic@teenmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;elliechic@teenmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&gt;&lt;elliechic@teenmail.com&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Re: He is really sweet though. . . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;First off, why is everyone [maybe not exactly everyone] is coming to me with their problem?(!!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But, whatever, Jacob and I don't have such a great relationship. Besides showing our possibly undying love for each other, whenever we get the chance to, but we do have our bad times together. Like when Jacob unloaded waste into the toilet and forgot to use the spray can to burry the smell, so I had to stick with it while taking a shower. I literally had to smell my Dove soap so the smell won't climb up into my nostrils. So, Steph, you aren't the only one who have problems. But I really feel sorry for Kat, I mean she has nobody, I was wonder if she cries herself to sleep when I listen to Jacob's heartbeat, all she has is a soft pillow to listen to. I hope she finds someone, at least. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Rock 'n' Roll,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ellie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;To:Ellie Johansen &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:elliechic@teenmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;elliechic@teenmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&gt;&lt;elliechic@teenmail.com&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fr: Stephanie Cornell &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:miss.stephaniecornell@teenmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;miss.stephaniecornell@teenmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&gt;&lt;miss.stephaniecornell@teenmail.com&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Re: Thanks and Goodnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thanks Ellie, I really thought you two were perfect. But I guess we all go through our own troubles, don't we? I know you'll agree with me, but Dueller has this thing that makes him stand out and the reason why I don't feel like I'm in deep water. He is like my little mircale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Goodnight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Stephanie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.S.: I didn't know you had the same name as Scarlett Johansen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.P.S.: Are you guys cousins are what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;To: Stephanie Cornell &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:miss.stephaniecornell@teenmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;miss.stephaniecornell@teenmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&gt;&lt;miss.stephaniecornell@teenmail.com&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fr: Ellie Johansen&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:elliechic@teenmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;elliechic@teenmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&gt;&lt;elliechic@teenmail.com&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Re: Thanks and Goodnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You're welcome, Stephanie. Scarlett and I aren't cousin. You haven't notice that I was a Johansen and we've been arch enemies-turned-friends since eighth grade, I guess you were in that big cloud of popualrity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Goodnight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ellie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13277789204044655-5597129755217655331?l=twodifferentroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twodifferentroads.blogspot.com/feeds/5597129755217655331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13277789204044655&amp;postID=5597129755217655331&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13277789204044655/posts/default/5597129755217655331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13277789204044655/posts/default/5597129755217655331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodifferentroads.blogspot.com/2008/03/part-fifteen-except-you-got-that-look.html' title='Part Fifteen: Except You Got That Look In Your Eye'/><author><name>Chanel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16339717627837136426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/SarLET4a0PI/AAAAAAAAC3E/-c7kqXc1pK0/S220/001+copy+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R9smCBqg5OI/AAAAAAAABNU/M54HCy7KKO8/s72-c/12039830027061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13277789204044655.post-7089193234558252</id><published>2008-03-14T21:00:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T21:18:47.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Part Fourteen: I'll Use That Voice You Find Annoying</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R9sgOxqg5NI/AAAAAAAABNM/IlQmOzJanHA/s1600-h/look1%2520(8).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177767634814428370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R9sgOxqg5NI/AAAAAAAABNM/IlQmOzJanHA/s400/look1%2520(8).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dueller blue eyes sparkled in the dim sunlight as it bleed through the blinds. He combed his small fingers through Stephanie's dark wispy curls, that sprawled across the pillow. She turned around and faced him, smiling like telepathically speaking, through their brains. He ran his finger across her tender fingers, she quickly pulled back. "Why is it so hard?" He asked. "Guitar practice, my Dad use to teach me. He stopped giving me guitar lessons, after the fight and all. That is why my Mom was hauled away from police, the doctors forced the truth out of me. Wringing me like I was some kind of wash rag. I bet your parents give you lots of freedom" Stephanie explained, turning her back towards him. "My parents died, Stephanie. I just have my grandparents, my only family" Dueller said, his blue eyes turned dead. Stephanie rested her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Her eyes caught a glimpse of their Converse shoes, the four pairs made a heart. She felt a hand laid flatly on her clothed stomach, it was Dueller's but he was slowly falling back to sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Oh, wow . . . ." Jacob said, staring at Kathleen who was smiling. They were playing another game of poker, with Oreos and cans of ginger ale. Kathleen was dealing out the cards, as she recalled a story they learned in sixth grade they never understand. "Well, I still believe that 30 years from now I wouldn't care about how dress. Now, enough of the lectures Kat, give me my darn Oreos. Where is Stephanie and Dueller anyway? They've been upstairs in that room too long. . . ." Ellie said, her lips curling up mischievously and her eyebrows slowly rising making creases on her forehead. Her brown eyes looked at both Jacob and Kathleen who giggling at the hypothesis Ellie made. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dueller came down the stair holding hands with Stephanie who looking a bit cherry herself. They join the rest of them laughing, when everything went silent. "Kathleen, what happened between you and Connor?" Jacob asked, studying his cards and picking another card from the pack. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Stephanie was sitting at the piano, playing it, with Dueller strumming the guitar. She was playing "Foundations" by Kate Nash, she stared at him and repeated the words: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My fingertips are holding onto the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cracks in our foundations,and I know that I should let go,but I can't.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And every time we fight,I know its not right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;,every time that your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;upset and I smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know I should forget,but I can't.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dueller looked at her in awe, "You can sing, Stephanie". Stephanie began blushing, she knew that she wasn't in love with Dueller at all, they were just friends. They didn't do anything last night, but slept together and on the same bed, but why was she blushing so much? "I never really sung to anyone before, I just took piano lessons and things like that" Stephanie said. Kathleen saw that Dueller was falling hard for Stephanie "She isn't worth it, Dueller" Kathleen stated. Everyone stared up at her, Stephanie redness flushed away quickly as she looked up at Kathleen. "What are you talking about Kathleen?" "Dueller, she just isn't worth it, you drooling over her. She isn't falling for you, she just want to be your friend" Kathleen said, swallowing. Dueller looked back at Stephanie, who was touch the piano keys without making a sound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; "Dueller, she is right, if we were able to rewind back to the first day we met. I didn't like you then, I didn't barely knew you. But after I got to know you more, you've made me realize things I've been missing out all my life" Stephanie was tugging on Dueller's sleeve. They were upstairs, by where Stephanie had fallen. Dueller tried to pull away, but she held on tightly. She let go of him and sat down on the bed,watching him silently venting, trying not to touch his cigarette packet. Stephanie held onto his sleeve again and he stopped, "I know what your problem is," Stephanie said, looking up at him. "You're the type of person who doesn't listen to their heart, and is more likely to listen to others, aren't you?" Stpehanie continued, stadning up and facing him. "What are you--" Dueller's sentence was cut short, when Stephanie's lips met his. A rush of warmness swept through their blood vains, as Stephanie wrapped her arms around his neck and his hands around her waist. He wasn't angry anymore after that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13277789204044655-7089193234558252?l=twodifferentroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twodifferentroads.blogspot.com/feeds/7089193234558252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13277789204044655&amp;postID=7089193234558252&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13277789204044655/posts/default/7089193234558252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13277789204044655/posts/default/7089193234558252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodifferentroads.blogspot.com/2008/03/part-fourteen-ill-use-that-voice-you.html' title='Part Fourteen: I&apos;ll Use That Voice You Find Annoying'/><author><name>Chanel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16339717627837136426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/SarLET4a0PI/AAAAAAAAC3E/-c7kqXc1pK0/S220/001+copy+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R9sgOxqg5NI/AAAAAAAABNM/IlQmOzJanHA/s72-c/look1%2520(8).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13277789204044655.post-5002281399417430758</id><published>2008-03-12T18:48:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T19:17:08.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R9hdxRqg5EI/AAAAAAAABME/rNFjKe9e13Q/s1600-h/55442190xb2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176990872799077442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R9hdxRqg5EI/AAAAAAAABME/rNFjKe9e13Q/s400/55442190xb2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm so sorry for not keeping you guys updated, but I know I'm still off with this whole updating business I was suppose to type up to more parts then post the updates, but I feel really crappy since I'm dealing with some, so-called, "love issues" of my own, but I'm not going to get deeper into this situation, if you want to know, just comment!Moving on, the reasons why I am feeling crappy is because I have allgeries but my dad thinks it is a cold, but now both of my parents beileve I have a flu and are laughing about it, I CAN'T EVEN LAUGH!! I think I'm having some emoitional issues, but for the finally time, I'm not here to talk about my personal life. Lets just go to the updates, for chapters and music. No video, sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R9hgxhqg5FI/AAAAAAAABMM/hrZr-gtrL1U/s1600-h/i338936623_80885_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176994175628928082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R9hgxhqg5FI/AAAAAAAABMM/hrZr-gtrL1U/s200/i338936623_80885_6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R9hgyRqg5HI/AAAAAAAABMc/VgANzHMuoTY/s1600-h/i338933916_27301_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176994188513830002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R9hgyRqg5HI/AAAAAAAABMc/VgANzHMuoTY/s200/i338933916_27301_6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R9hgxhqg5GI/AAAAAAAABMU/UwPGkYQjaQA/s1600-h/m45168468.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176994175628928098" style="CURSOR: hand" height="99" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R9hgxhqg5GI/AAAAAAAABMU/UwPGkYQjaQA/s200/m45168468.gif" width="96" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Mr.Brightside"-The Killers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Stop &amp;amp; Stare"- OneRepublic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"When You Were Young"-The Killers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Falling Slowly"-Glen Hansard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Elephant As Big As Whales"-PlayRadioPlay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Summer Love"-Justin Timberlake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Hollywood"-Jonas Brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"California"-Phantom Planet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Shake It"-Metro Station&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Over You"-Daughtry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Drivin' Me Wild"-Common featuring Lily Allen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Decoy"-Paramore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Rewind"-Paramore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Pretty Optimistc, For A Pessimistc"-Paramore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Kelsey"-Metro Station&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Suffocate"-J.Holiday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Parts [Chapters]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R9hirxqg5II/AAAAAAAABMk/aKCNSa8Ssgw/s1600-h/i338936624_26754_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176996275867935874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R9hirxqg5II/AAAAAAAABMk/aKCNSa8Ssgw/s200/i338936624_26754_6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R9hisRqg5JI/AAAAAAAABMs/6ClaPyCsIWc/s1600-h/i339017200_15596_6.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176996284457870482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R9hisRqg5JI/AAAAAAAABMs/6ClaPyCsIWc/s200/i339017200_15596_6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R9hishqg5KI/AAAAAAAABM0/4VanWWBUiNQ/s1600-h/i338933152_69983_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176996288752837794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R9hishqg5KI/AAAAAAAABM0/4VanWWBUiNQ/s200/i338933152_69983_6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Part One: E-Mail Conversations &amp;amp; Things We Forgotten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Part Two: Summer Dreams Dwell Upon Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Part Three: Color War Dreams &amp;amp; Locked Lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Part Four: The Bus Ride of Return&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Part Five: Not A True Friend After All&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Part Six: Get Me Out of Rehab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Part Seven: Heartbeats Racing Through Time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Part Eight: The Dinner Times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Part Nine:Heartfelt Moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Part Ten:Until Then, Scream &amp;amp; Shout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Part Eleven:Let's Leave It At That&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Part Twelve:Sick Lullabies, Chocking On Your Alibis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Part Thirteen:Here Today, Gone Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13277789204044655-5002281399417430758?l=twodifferentroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twodifferentroads.blogspot.com/feeds/5002281399417430758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13277789204044655&amp;postID=5002281399417430758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13277789204044655/posts/default/5002281399417430758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13277789204044655/posts/default/5002281399417430758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodifferentroads.blogspot.com/2008/03/updates_12.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Chanel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16339717627837136426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/SarLET4a0PI/AAAAAAAAC3E/-c7kqXc1pK0/S220/001+copy+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R9hdxRqg5EI/AAAAAAAABME/rNFjKe9e13Q/s72-c/55442190xb2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13277789204044655.post-1457954020465432892</id><published>2008-03-09T16:53:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T18:42:43.509-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Part Thirteen: Here Today, Gone Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R9RQ5Rqg5DI/AAAAAAAABL8/pmi1-ojq-hc/s1600-h/0010df.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175850816680027186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R9RQ5Rqg5DI/AAAAAAAABL8/pmi1-ojq-hc/s400/0010df.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dueller walked over to Stephanie who looked terrible tired and as if a troll did her hair. But Dueller didn't recognized that at all, he only saw this damsel in distress, and he went to her rescue. Stephanie stand there, watching the bristle faced boy walking towards her, she twitch her head a few times. But she still stand there, in completely in a dream day mode. "Hi,I'm Dueller". She couldn't breathe, she felt as if that heavy English accent was gas that she accidentally breathe in. Any minute now she will topple over the banister and rolled down the staircase, making a complete fool of herself. Instead she looked like a blown up frog, her cheeks were puffed out and her large grown eyes seemed to completely swallow Dueller. He stared at her in amazement, was it that possible that a girl could her breath for at least 5 seconds now. Dueller, took his hands and pressed her cheeks, releasing all the gas. Stephanie smiled and looked down over the banister, "I'm Stephanie" She said, twisting her dark curls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;He smiled back at her, and placed one hand in his back pocket, he felt the cigarette packet but quickly took out his hand. He looked over the banister too, but somehow his eyes fell into Stephanie's sparkling round green eyes, she look back at his. He slowly reached for her hand, he held for a long time rubbing her knuckles. Stephanie felt herself turning red, and she felt the need to give a leak. But she couldn't, her foot felt as if someone bolted them into the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Then she remembered everything, the kiss with Kathleen, her drunken mother falling flat onto her face, being in the same bed in the nude with her best guy friend, her drinking bottles of liquor and being in rehab. Everything seem to hit her in every direction whether she turned right or left. She pulled her hand and began walking backwards slowly, Stephanie wasn't sure where she was, why wasn't she out shopping? Why does she smell like fatty yogurt? Why didn't she had nay make-up on? Why is she acting like a coward? Why was she becoming the superficial Stephanie Cornell? She felt as if the world was spinning uncontrollably, she felt warm and she began sweating, she felt weak, powerless. Stephanie took her last blink of an eye and then she hit the floor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The thump was hard against the floor, Dueller swore her head cracked against the floor. Jacob and Dueller tried to see if she'll wake up, but she didn't move. They rushed her to the hospital, no one went home that night. Dueller hung his down, he was sitting on the gray chair staring at the crumpled piece of paper. He took out his guitar and laid the crumpled paper on the other chair, he strummed a few chords and soft melody came out his curved cherry red mouth:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trying to breathe, but you can't.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trying to open your eyes, but everything seem to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not alright. Wishing you can fly away, away from the world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The worlds are spinning now, there's nothing left around you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Feeling like your laying on the ground, desperate to hear a sound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Only there is nothing left around you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Seeping into the water, only trying to breathe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but then you go into a dark sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Everything is still, everything seems to be blocked out of your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Everything seems to be not alright. So what are you going to do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so what are you going to do. . . .when here today, when gone tomorrow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I hope I'll see you soon darling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So what are you going to do. . . . . when you weeping on the floor, when not there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;anymore. You'll still remain in my heart forever, you'll hold your peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Screaming Infidelities, wrung your insides, but don't worry, if there's a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hole in your heart, but am I mistaken--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"I want to see my child, I want to see my child" A lady came rushing down the hallway. The doctor made her stop right in front of Dueller. She had the same slim curved figure as Stephanie, her big green eyes deepened in her eye sockets, her pointy nose was red from the brim. Her arms hanged loosely at her sides and her fingers looked like she didn't have a single flesh on her bones. Dueller continued to strum his guitar, while taking a few glances at the woman with her arms crossed against her chest. The lady sharply turned her head at Dueller and stared him down, the looked back the exit which was glowing red even though the lights were bright. He began whispering the soft melodies, and looking up through his eyebrows slowly furrowing to anger. He knew who mother was that as soon as he heard the doctor speaking quietly to the receptionist, "But Mrs. Cornell wants to see her child, you can't ban a mother from seeing her damn child, Maureen. The child is in there, the best thing we can do is let her see her child before it's too late" the doctor looked as if he wanted to fling his notepad at the receptionist, but she seemed like the stubborn type, who is only there for the drama then go and gossip with her friends about what happen in the hospital, every single detail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Both Dueller and Mrs. Cornell watched the doctor and receptionist bickering back and forth. "Shut up the god damn guitar, boy. This ain't no god damn club, this here is a public hospital. They ain't paying you" Mrs.Cornell said. She had a heavy southern accent but some how a New Yorker accent lay solemnly beneath it, like milk in a cow. Dueller stilled continued, "I'm not doing it for the money". Mrs.Cornell green eyes darken, and it seemed like her dark pink tank top turned red. "Oh, so your one of those rich little English boys, right? Am I right? I know I am, look at you sitting there strumming your guitar away like nothing in the world just happen, like someone ain't dead, like global warming never happen. Well, you know what, you don't belong here,you shouldn't be sitting in that seat. Look at my daughter, she ain't rich, but you know what she doesn't mind, she lives with the clothes I give, she eat the food I give her but if her father hadn't left on business trip, maybe, just maybe, I wouldn't be living in that dump. So why you don't you just leave boy, take your ass back to England and drink all the god damn tea you want" Mrs. Cornell said, she was walking up to him, shaking her head. Ellie and Jacob arrived running down the hallway, Kathleen trailing behind them. They were already out of breath, Ellie and Jacob clutching each other hands looking as if any one of their hands will burst open. Kathleen looked as white as a sheet, sitting next to Dueller, waiting for the news. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Stephanie's door opened and one foot came out, then the other. But it stopped, not moving anymore, there was a few whispers and Mrs.Cornell waiting intensely, her jaw line was bleeding through her tight skin. Stephanie's dark wispy curls came bouncing down the hallway, her face was brighten and she was walking towards them, smiling. She bit her lips, with her hands in her back pockets. But her smile disappeared when she saw her mother's stricken face. Duller suddenly stood up and took Stephanie by her hand and looked at with his eyes, almost saying, "Are you sure you want do this?" . Stephanie nodded her head, and let go of his hand, "She won't hurt me. Not this time". Her mother stared at her, with her eyes full to the brim with tears. She looked the other direction and saw the police officers coming down the hallway. "I'm sorry" Mrs. Cornell said, while they put on the handcuff. When Stephanie and the rest of them got home, she lead Dueller into a room. She closed the door behind her and they were in the dark facing each other. She hesitated even though all things she had done was coming back to clearly, but she looked up into his eyes, "I need it". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13277789204044655-1457954020465432892?l=twodifferentroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twodifferentroads.blogspot.com/feeds/1457954020465432892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13277789204044655&amp;postID=1457954020465432892&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13277789204044655/posts/default/1457954020465432892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13277789204044655/posts/default/1457954020465432892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodifferentroads.blogspot.com/2008/03/part-thirteen-here-today-gone-tomorrow.html' title='Part Thirteen: Here Today, Gone Tomorrow'/><author><name>Chanel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16339717627837136426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/SarLET4a0PI/AAAAAAAAC3E/-c7kqXc1pK0/S220/001+copy+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R9RQ5Rqg5DI/AAAAAAAABL8/pmi1-ojq-hc/s72-c/0010df.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13277789204044655.post-2834842438596944771</id><published>2008-03-08T15:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T16:48:56.475-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Part Twelve: Sick Lullabies, Choking On Your Alibis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R9L2Kxqg4_I/AAAAAAAABLU/UlkV550gR9c/s1600-h/i173346980_75245_3dxd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175469586792899570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R9L2Kxqg4_I/AAAAAAAABLU/UlkV550gR9c/s400/i173346980_75245_3dxd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"She blinked her eyes just a few times, wondering where the world had gone. She couldn't breathe for a while now. Thinking she had gone too deep" Dueller sang, strumming the guitar softly. Kathleen was sprawled out on the bed, hearing the guitar softly strumming. Her brown curls speared across the bulky pillow. She blinked her a few times, staring out at the frosted window. She rise from the bed, and walked towards the window. The pressed her hand against it and stared out at the perfect view of the lake water, she pushed the window a bit to get some air even though the smell from the lake lifted the atmosphere. She turned around, and Dueller looked up from his guitar his blue eyes shining. It wasn't cold or mean, it was soft and seem to be blurry. He beamed at Kathleen, "Good morning Kathleen, I brought some hot chocolate down from the bar. I knew you weren't like Connor and I, always drinking beers and things like that. We didn't want to destroy your mind or your body, like what we did, mostly me actually" Dueller said, blushing and smiling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;His teeth were pearly white and it didn't seem as if even smoke or even drink. "Thanks. How old are you?" Kathleen asked, sitting across from him at the small dining table. Kathleen didn't took her hot chocolate right away, she couldn't since it was too cold to drink so they went down to the bar and 2 more cups, they sat by the window. "Fifteen years old. I forged my driver licenses, everyone thinks I'm sixteen. My parents died on my birthday, I felt as if I had nothing to live for anymore. What could I do for myself? I turn into the world of alcohol and smoking, I still do all these things. But somehow, I turned back to my guitar and began to writing lyrics" Dueller explained, his cupped his hands around the mug of hot chocolate took a sip. "So who is your guardian?" Kathleen asked. "My grandparents, they treat me like their own son. They welcome with warm hands even though I had my problems" He smiled. Kathleen smiled back and took a sip of hot chocolate, letting the hot substance go slowly down her dry throat. It was gauche silence, when a drunken Connor came in. He was tottering as he walked towards them, his black t-shirt had crisp white stain, it look like a lighting sign. His black hair was messy and his jeans were slacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You guys, that party was awesome. It was the biggest blow-out ever! It was being the 1970s again, with these gigantic lava lamps. Then the waitress had these neon lights things, on the hair and one of them let me had it! Let me, let me show you! Oh,oh well I lost it but forget about that. It was an awesome party, dude you should have gone there" Connor said, laughing and pointing his finger in their faces. "I think we should take him upstairs" Dueller suggested. When they got to the room, Connor was still carrying away. "Kat, come on lets go to the party, it's going to be fun we can kiss and watch other couples kiss too, maybe even watch the gay couples to do it!" Connor shouted,  leaning in to kiss her. "Connor, no, you're drunk!" Kathleen shouted, slapping him in his face. It felt as if the slap Kathleen gave him echoed in the room like a trap that caught a rat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; He turned his face slowly, and anger was drawn onto his face. "Don't you ever slap me!" He shouted, spit splurging out of his mouth. He shook Kathleen violently, and Kathleen was screaming. Dueller heard the screaming as he came up the stairs after getting some pills to put Connor to sleep. Dueller barged into the room, and saw Connor shaking Kathleen trying to force himself on top of her. She had a bloody handkerchief in her mouth, her wrist were cut. Dueller tackled Connor down at threw a slew of punches at him. Connor tried to fight back but he couldn't, Dueller grabbed up Kathleen and ran towards the car. Connor followed behind them, then Dueller put the car in drive and drove off. Leaving Connor stranded in the motel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It was silent for a while as they drove along the road, towards New York, "You okay?" Dueller asked, looking at Kathleen who had her hand on her head. "Yeah, I-I guess my friends were right after all" She looked at Dueller, biting her lower lip. She felt something come over her, but she wasn't sure what it was. Dueller smiled back at her and took her hand. "There is no need to thank me" Dueller said, smiling. They stopped at the gas station parking lot, to take a break. Kathleen climbed into the backseat, "Come on Dueller" She said, biting her lower lip and tugging on Dueller's plaid shirt. "No, it's okay I'm find here" He said. She gave a puppy dog look, he climbed into the backseat with her. she pulled his neck down, and scratched the nape of his neck. She stared into his eyes and her stared back into hers. He leaned in and kissed her, and she pulled his body down further into his. Then, she slowly lifted up his shirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Stephanie was gnawing on down her index finger nail, watching another SNL skit. Yogurt, popcorn bags, candy wrappers, half bottles of water and soda and bowls was sprawled across the bedroom, in the middle of the dump was Stephanie. Ellie and Jacob walked into the room pinching their nose because of the smell, the quickly walked back out, since Stephanie still looked gloomy. "Come on Ellie, stop worrying about her" Jacob said, pulling Ellie. "Jacob I can't, so stop bothering me" Ellie said, pulling away. Jacob sighed "I'm really fed up with this relationship" He said. Ellie turned around quickly "What do you mean fed up?" "Ellie, we barely do anything anymore. Every time when I try to get your mind off of it, you won't let me do anything. Not even kiss me whether it is on the cheek or lip to lip" "Is that all you can really think about, huh? Then, why don't we just break up! We weren't meant to be Jacob, it's clear to see that you didn't like me for who I really was" Ellie said, she ran out of the bedroom down the stairs and the front door suddenly opened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kathleen come through the door with a boy following behind her, "Kat, you're back" Ellie said, rushing to hug her. "Yeah, and this is my friend, Dueller" Kathleen said, looking upset. She didn't realize what she had done with Dueller, she wasn't really planning for that, she was just planning that he would just protect her as she slept. She wished she had left in the front of the car, luckily it only lasted for a minuted before anything else came off. "Are you still taken?" Dueller joked. "I'm single now, but I'm not ready yet, Dueller. Just hang on there" Ellie said, winking. "I can't believe that you and Jacob already broke up" Kathleen said. Ellie took Dueller hand and lead him up the stair, Dueller kissed Ellie and Ellie pulled him down onto her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; They quickly shut the door, then Jacob walked in and saw Ellie with another guy kissing him. "Ellie, what are you doing?" Jacon asked, pulling the guy off of her. "I'm getting back at you Jacob, you said that you were fed up with this relationship, so could you live with me" Ellie said. "I could because I'm in love with you Ellie, I didn't really mean what I said. But I wasn't expecting you to move on this fast" Jacob looked at Dueller who was already getting ready to go back downstairs to Kathleen. Jacob kissed Ellie, "I'm sorry, I really am" He whispered. She straed into his eyes and then she kissed him back. "I'm so unluckly" Dueller whispered. As he walked towards the staircase, Stephanie came out and he stopped staring at her and she staring back at him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13277789204044655-2834842438596944771?l=twodifferentroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twodifferentroads.blogspot.com/feeds/2834842438596944771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13277789204044655&amp;postID=2834842438596944771&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13277789204044655/posts/default/2834842438596944771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13277789204044655/posts/default/2834842438596944771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodifferentroads.blogspot.com/2008/03/part-twelve-sick-lullabies-choking-on.html' title='Part Twelve: Sick Lullabies, Choking On Your Alibis'/><author><name>Chanel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16339717627837136426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/SarLET4a0PI/AAAAAAAAC3E/-c7kqXc1pK0/S220/001+copy+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R9L2Kxqg4_I/AAAAAAAABLU/UlkV550gR9c/s72-c/i173346980_75245_3dxd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13277789204044655.post-5587779035889889606</id><published>2008-03-05T07:17:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T14:20:49.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Part Eleven: Let's Leave It At That</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R9Kwexqg49I/AAAAAAAABLE/iBduye9-D4E/s1600-h/normal_2266196048_6a4a7a2787_ogg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175392964576338898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R9Kwexqg49I/AAAAAAAABLE/iBduye9-D4E/s400/normal_2266196048_6a4a7a2787_ogg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kathleen put a spoonful of cereal into her mouth and chewed quickly, looking at the napkin laid in front of her. Ellie and Jacob could feel the tension in the atmosphere rise above, but they stayed silent, watching as if they were watching the Superbowl. "Where were you Kathleen Riverbed?" Stephanie asked, digging her fork into the soft and flaky pancake. "Oh, well, since you wanted to be with your lonesome self I decide to go to Connor's house. And in return, he gave me what I wanted" Kathleen said, challenging Stephanie. Stephanie choked on her pancake and she gulped down some water. Ellie lip got tighter and her fork stop mid-air in her hand, and her eyes were wider than they have been before. Jacob stopped chewing, but was trying to remove the substance with his tongue. Kathleen was the only one who smiling and humming happily, that was all she ever wanted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;She got up from the table, "Well, I got to go by Connor's house. Toddles, everyone!". When they heard the front door slammed, Jacob eyes fell into Ellie as he looked up. He gave Ellie a signal and looked across at Stephanie who was looking down at her breakfast and taking little gasp of breath. "Stephanie, You don't mind if we go ahead and just talk things through, don't you?" Jacob asked, with a serious look on his face. Stephanie looked up, "No,no not all. You two can go without me, really" Stephanie said, giving a fake smile. Ellie and Jacob got up from the table and walked upstairs. "Jacob, what are we going to do with Kathleen and Stephanie? It's clear to see that Kat, just might be head over heels with this guy" Ellie said, sitting on the bed next to Jacob. "If Kat really like this guy named, Connor, then it's her choice, but I know that Kat is falling slowly. Maybe she sees someone she knows in Connor" Jacob said, sitting at the edge of the bed looking down at the floor. "I'm glad I have you to help me get through things"Ellie commented, resting her head on Jacob's shoulders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Come on babe, it's going to be fun!" Connor said, following Kathleen around the house. Her arms were crossed and she wasn't listening. Connor grabbed by her waist and she started to laugh, they fall on top each other on the bed. "Why do you want to go on a road trip so bad? I mean, you don't even know how to drive" Kathleen said, looking up into Connor's brown sincere eyes. "I won't be driving, it's one my friends. Besides, I think it's a good idea for both of us to get away from everyone, just for a while" Connor explained, he got off of her and was holding her hand. Kathleen began blushing, looking down at the floor. "Let's go on the great escape" She whispered, in Connor's ear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The sound of horn blew in the background as Connor was about to lean in and kiss her. "We can probably finishing what were starting" Connor said, raising an eyebrow. Kathleen playfully punched him in the arm "Stop it". Connor left the house first, Kathleen was still looking down at the floor feeling unsure about the road trip from New York to Maryland, she took a deep breath and put on her coat. She just have to face it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Where are we?" Kathleen complained, looking out the window. Everything look as if it was melting before their very eyes, as the car drove by. It was quiet now than before, after the constant smacking of lips and humming in the backseat. The driver, Dueller, looked crossed and distance as he only looked ahead of him. If Kathleen asked a question, he'll never answer. If they were making noise, he'll never look back at them and tell them to shut up. His dirty blonde hair glowed in the sunset and his beard was stubby, you can hear the prickle of the beard as he scratched it. His frosty blue eyes were cold and mean, his ears stuck out making him a sore thumb in a crowd. His mouth were small curved from the top like a perfect, pointy triangle, it was cherry red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;His dirty plaid shirt fitted his broad shoulders perfectly, the blue jeans and mud stains after filling up the car with gas, and his brown loafers did the driving hitting the brakes when the red light reflected off the sliver hood. His hands stayed firm on the steering wheel, blonde hair crept over his hands stopping midway between the rest of his fingers. His nose had been bruised at the brim, but it seems as if it has been fading away, now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kathleen clicked her tongue like a witch and turned her head towards the foggy window. Connor was wrapped around a gray blanket looking like a soggy, moldy black bean burrito that suddenly had grown into at thirteen year old human being, sleeping in a musty car heading to a motel in Maryland. Dueller turned into a parking lot, looking for a parking space. Kathleen caught a glimpse of motel's sign, "Maryland Local Motel: The Disneyland of all motel's across Maryland". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dueller finally found a parking space, he turned off the car. Then, he turned around he hit Connor on his head. Kathleen caught a glimpse of his eyes and his shorten smile, but he stared at Kathleen instead, he got out of the car and opened the trunk where it was loaded with candy and other necessities. Connor stretched out his arms, and looked around the car with confused look on his face and it seemed to be as if he wanted to say "Where are we?". Instead, he looked in the back and saw Kathleen helping Dueller unload the things from the trunk and into their motel room. It was pouring outside and people were scattering around hurrying into their rooms. Connor come out of the car squinting his eyes, "Dueller, your staying with us?". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dueller looked up from the trunk and saw Connor standing in the rain, his black hair wet and sticking onto his face like glue. "The weather is pretty much bad and I'm not taking any chances on getting into a car accident" Dueller took out a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket, and stuck it into his mouth. Kathleen was sitting on the bed inside the room, "The signal is out. At least the telephone works, and we have some snacks" She said, her cardigan slipping off shoulders, showing her bra strap. "We don't need the television or anything else, besides the snacks, all we need is each other" Connor said, sitting beside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;He leaned in and kissed her, when Dueller came in with the rest of the stuff. Connor and Kathleen quickly parted away, as they saw him come by. "Sorry for the interruption and all, but I just went to the front desk and they said that all the rooms were out, so I guess I'll sleeping here with you guys" Dueller said. His voice wasn't rusty like Arnold or sounded like he had throat replacement, it was easy tell that Dueller was from England, and Kathleen was spellbound by his English accent already. Connor rolled his eyes and looked at Kathleen who seemed to be fine with everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;E-Mail Conversation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KittyKat&lt;/strong&gt;: Ellie are you there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EllieChic&lt;/strong&gt;: Kat, where are you?(!) It's late, why aren't you home yet? I thought that Connor lived in New York.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KittyKat&lt;/strong&gt;: He does Ellie. But we went on a road trip the three of us, Dueller, Connor and I. Where are in Maryland, in a motel. But Connor and I won't be getting any alone time since you know, Dueller is here and all . . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EllieChic&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh, I see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TheLondonDueller&lt;/strong&gt;: Hello, Kathleen and friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KittyKat&lt;/strong&gt;: Dueller(!) What are you doing on here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EllieChic&lt;/strong&gt;: I'm Ellie, Kathleen's friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TheLondonDueller&lt;/strong&gt;: That's my favorite girl name, Ellie. Are you single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EllieChic&lt;/strong&gt;: TAKEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CornyConnor&lt;/strong&gt;: Kathleen, where are you? Dueller, where are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KittyKat&lt;/strong&gt;: Room, and where are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TheLondonDueller&lt;/strong&gt;: Bar/Computer Lounge, drinking a Shirley Temple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CornyConnor&lt;/strong&gt;: On the sun deck roof.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EllieChic&lt;/strong&gt;: CornyConnor is really a corny user name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DJJacob&lt;/strong&gt;: Dueller, why don't you leave me girlfriend alone. She already got someone in her life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss.StephanieCornell&lt;/strong&gt;: Kathleen, I can't believe you went on a road trip all the way to Maryland without any notification.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KittyKat&lt;/strong&gt;: Why should I give you any notification.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EllieChic&lt;/strong&gt;: Things are about to get heated here. I'm logging off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DJJacob&lt;/strong&gt;: Agree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TheLondonDueller&lt;/strong&gt;:Agree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CorneyConnor&lt;/strong&gt;:Agree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[EllieChic logging off]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[TheLondonDueller logging off]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[CorneyConnor logging off]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Miss.StephanieCornell logging off]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[KittyKat logging off]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13277789204044655-5587779035889889606?l=twodifferentroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twodifferentroads.blogspot.com/feeds/5587779035889889606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13277789204044655&amp;postID=5587779035889889606&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13277789204044655/posts/default/5587779035889889606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13277789204044655/posts/default/5587779035889889606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodifferentroads.blogspot.com/2008/03/part-eleven-lets-leave-it-at-that.html' title='Part Eleven: Let&apos;s Leave It At That'/><author><name>Chanel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16339717627837136426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/SarLET4a0PI/AAAAAAAAC3E/-c7kqXc1pK0/S220/001+copy+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R9Kwexqg49I/AAAAAAAABLE/iBduye9-D4E/s72-c/normal_2266196048_6a4a7a2787_ogg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13277789204044655.post-5259623066106260857</id><published>2008-03-04T21:03:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T21:07:28.667-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Part Ten: Until Then, Scream &amp; Shout</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R83_mnc3YfI/AAAAAAAABKs/en3ogorhuqI/s1600-h/i248806898_47039101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174072585808732658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R83_mnc3YfI/AAAAAAAABKs/en3ogorhuqI/s400/i248806898_47039101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Ellie,Ellie wake up" A sleepy voice said. Ellie blinked her eyes a few times and saw Kathleen standing there with her pajamas on. "What time is it?" Ellie yawned, stretching and rubbing her eye. "I think it's 11 o'clock in the morning. How come your clock isn't on?" "Jacob unplug it because---I shouldn't even be answering that question, why are you here?". Kathleen sat next to her on the bed, gnawing on her pinkie nail. "Something happened last night. Stephanie and I were making out on the bed, but it felt so good being with her and all. But I'm still thinking about Connor, he is getting treatment and I think in the long run he is going to be fine" Kathleen confessed. Ellie looked at her with a face of confusion and shock. "Kat, I think you're bisexual" Ellie responded, in a matter-of-fact voice. Jacob shot up from the pillow, his face still drawn in sleepiness. He stretched out his arms, "Did someone say bisexual?". "You just love to see me suffer, don't you Jacob?" Kathleen asked. "Yes, I do, mainly because it is fun"Jacob teased, smiling at himself. He kissed Ellie and felt back onto the fluffy pillow sighing happily. "I think he is in love?" Kathleen stated, wrinkling her nose at Jacob who was sleeping and smiling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He is,with me. But moving on, what is up with that kiss you had with Stephanie?" Ellie said, sliding off the bed and pulling down Jacob's basketball shorts that she borrowed. "It just happened, like I said before. Why is your pajama shorts are still on the bed?" Kathleen asked. "I wasn't too comfortable," Ellie lied. Suddenly, Stephanie appeared in the room and wrapped her arms around Kathleen's neck "Good morning" Stephanie breathed into her ear. Ellie plop back down on the bed next to Jacob, he turned around, "There is nothing better than one lesbian who doesn't mind who is watching her, while the other one is like in a daze and felt like they came back from brain surgery" Jacob said, his eyes like diamonds looking up at Ellie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathleen got up quickly and walked out of the room, seeming to be embarrassed. Stephanie turned around watching Kathleen storm off to her bedroom, she bit her lip and walked into the room. Jacob and Ellie exchange glances, Ellie laid back on the bed and cuddled with Jacob. "Can't believe you'll do that right in front of them!" Kathleen screamed. Hot tears ran down her cheek and she was shivering because it was cold in the morning. Stephanie looked up at her with forlorn eyes but not saying nothing at all. "You might as well pin me down on the bed or something right in front of them!" Kathleen continued to shout. "Look Kat, at least I'm not the one who is having a problem with showing off their sexuality. You can go back in time, you just have to live with it" Stephanie stated, with a fierce look in her eyes. Stephanie walked out of the room, slamming the door behind her. Kathleen stood there still shivering and wiping her tears away. Jacob and Ellie walked into the room together, they couldn't sleep after hearing the heated argument. "What could possibly go wrong now?" Ellie said, putting her hands on her hips. Kathleen was still staring out of the window, misty eyed. "Maybe we should just leave her alone Ellie" Jacob said, resting a hand on her shoulder. She turned around and follow behind him, going back to bed. Stephanie was trailing around the house pacing back and forth where it was comfortable. She wished she could have taken back what she said, but she couldn't go back in time, like she said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathleen come down the stairs and ignored Stephanie, then she walked out of the door. Stephanie looked out of the window and watched Kathleen turned the corner, she wondered where she was going. Hopefully, she wasn't going to Connor's house. Kathleen took out the piece of paper and scam for the house. She finally found it and walked up to the little sliver gate, she unlatched it. Her heart beat was going faster than it ever went before, she walked up the stairs and nearly tripped on the last step. She press the doorbell, and Connor came out putting his fingers through his unruly black shaggy hair, his small muscles bleed through his black t-shirt and his plaid boxers were sliding. Kathleen soft hazel eyes looked up at Connor, it was full with tears but none was falling down her cheeks. His eyes met hers, he took her hand, "You can come inside". She didn't turn her back, she went with him. He knew what she wanted, so why not give it to her? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"I wonder where Kat is. She hasn't came home since eleven o'clock this morning"Stephanie said, digging her fork into the gumbo. "Maybe she went to see Connor" Ellie said, in annoyance. That was the exact thing Stephanie did not want to here, but she kept quiet for a while. Kathleen was holding Connor's hand and smiling briefly at him. The moon peaked in through the light curtains, seeping through the light sheet that both Connor and Kathleen were under. Connor stroke her cheek, and she just smiled. It hadn't struck that she was in bed with a abusive boy, but it seem as if she didn't care what the others think of him. She liked him for who he is, "Connor, did you get treatment for your anger issues and all sorts of things that relate to that?" Kathleen asked, propping up on one elbow. He looked at her for awhile, then he suck in his bottom lip and released it [he did this 5 times]. "Yeah, I take these pills" Connor said, reaching the bottle capped pills that was on his night table. Kathleen hold his hands "Good, because I want you to be with me". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was already midnight and Stephanie was lying on the bed, her eyes were wide and she was looking up at the ceiling. The shades were opened they made moonlit stripes across her face, she thought Kathleen was dead. Ellie separated herself from Jacob, she wasn't in the mood to do anything. She had too much things on her mind, she felt as if she had no heartbeat at all. She just wanted to go home and cry on her mother's shoulder, or at least Jacob's shoulder. Ellie turned around "Jacob" She sniffled. Tears were running down her cheeks, Jacob turned around and pulled Ellie into him, letting her rest her head on his chest. He stroked her cheek, wiping the tears away. He gave a kiss on her forehead and then they fell asleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathleen kicked off Connor's boxer and slid on her jeans. Connor was sitting at the edge of the bed combing his fingers through his unruly black hair. "Why do you have to leave? You can just stay here, with me, and just cuddle even have some hot chocolate" Connor said, pulling Kathleen by her waist and giving a devilish smile. "I would love to, but I can't, my friends and so called ex-girlfriend, would be very worried about me. Besides, won't your guardian be home anytime soon?" Kathleen asked, getting out of his grip and whipping her hair into a ponytail. "That bastard don't come home until I leave for school the next morning. So usually, I go to my mother house, but I don't stay there her and her boyfriend always has fights. She sent me out just to please him, but I didn't mind, since I had no say in it after all" Connor said, squinting his eyes and kept on shrugging. "Hey, I don't worry about it. She'll regret for ever kicking out of the house for that bum. You've got me anyways," Kathleen whispered, she kissed him ever so gentle on his lips. "Good bye". Connor escorted her out of the door and watched her unlatched the sliver gate, and disappear into the dim round streetlight. "Maybe everything will go fine" Connor thought. But somehow, he did seem to hear the word 'ex-girlfriend' rolled out of Kathleen's tongue and out of her mouth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13277789204044655-5259623066106260857?l=twodifferentroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twodifferentroads.blogspot.com/feeds/5259623066106260857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13277789204044655&amp;postID=5259623066106260857&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13277789204044655/posts/default/5259623066106260857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13277789204044655/posts/default/5259623066106260857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodifferentroads.blogspot.com/2008/03/part-ten-until-then-scream-shout_04.html' title='Part Ten: Until Then, Scream &amp; Shout'/><author><name>Chanel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16339717627837136426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/SarLET4a0PI/AAAAAAAAC3E/-c7kqXc1pK0/S220/001+copy+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R83_mnc3YfI/AAAAAAAABKs/en3ogorhuqI/s72-c/i248806898_47039101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13277789204044655.post-1854275829621703501</id><published>2008-03-02T13:57:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T15:18:16.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Part Nine: Heartfelt Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R8r42giUJAI/AAAAAAAABJk/XagRBPi2Pfo/s1600-h/joenewwallpaper2pi1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173220737318921218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R8r42giUJAI/AAAAAAAABJk/XagRBPi2Pfo/s400/joenewwallpaper2pi1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Go, you're acting like a punk" Stephanie whispered, angrily pushing Jacob to the door. The finally reached up to the house, the house seemed like it was covered with moss and dust. Jacob was afraid to even take a deep breath because of the all accumulated dust and moss. He knocked on the door and they began hearing shuffling against the creaking floorboards. The doorknob began to turn and they heard small voices inside. The door flew open, a man was standing there with plaid pants, a lumberjack shirt, and fuzzy blue slippers. His eyebrows were thick with anger and he face had no emotional expression. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Mr.Lippmann, we have a problem and we came to talk to you" Ellie said, in a pleasant voice. Before Arnold could answer a grey cat sprang out of the door and began running down the road. "Damn cat, he'll come back anyways. Now, I hope you kids ain't here to talk about puberty and stuff like that because I don't do that crap anymore" Arnold's voice was deep and rusty like dry oil on a motor, he had a full set of hair on his had and his beard was neatly shave. His green eyes had a coldness in them, when he frown you can see the crease of happiness around his mouth and under his small eyes. He never smiled before, he always had straight white lip or just a frown. "No, sir we was wondering if you knew about Connor. Connor Brooks." Kathleen said, wincing a few times. "You mean there is another Brooks. What in the hell is going on in today's society?These are the reasons why I moved up here," Arnold mumbled. "You kids can come on inside".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They walked into the small cottage, inside it smelled like Pine Sol, reminding Ellie of camp when they had bunk inspections. The fire was crackling and was setting a dim light in the small, cramped place. Arnold came back with a tray full with 5 mugs. Jacob took a sip, "What is this?" He asked. "Bugs, dirt, mint leafs, and herbal plants. All boiled together in one pot, they bugs are good for the protein and the rest is to give it flavor" Arnold responded. Everyone spit out the substance , except Arnold. "Do have anything normal drink? Like green tea, coffee, orange juice" Stephanie asked, feeling like a bum. "Like I said a million times before. I don't do any of that crap I used to do. You either go home and watch celebrities turned to full fledged alcoholics or shut that damn trap of yours and drink your lumberjack tea" Arnold said, angrily his eyebrows furrowing with anger. Stephanie quickly picked up the mug and gulped down her drink, she stayed quiet for the rest of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Arnold eyebrows furrowed, but he wasn't angry. He was thinking. They were waiting. Jacob took out his cellphone and began to text message the others, "There isn't any service here, son" Arnold warned him. Jacob put the cellphone back into his pocket. "I don't know how to really tell you kids this, in a civilized way. This isn't the first time someone has come to about Connor Brooks. Connor isn't the type of what I called the perfect ripe apple from the tree he's more like the rotten apple who splatted onto the ground and spreads the rottenness around the world," Arnold began. Everyone looked at him weirdly as he tried to explain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Connor grew up with a family of weirdos and anger problems. His father was known around the city, he was the lawyer of an infamous crime that shocked the nation, the mass murder of 20 people all in one day. His father won the case, but after that case his life dramatically change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; The gruesome images and the mind of the mass murderer replayed in his mind, he couldn't sleep, he couldn't think. He just blew up, he gone crazy. Abraham Brooks, was his name, he began drinking more often, he hit his children and his wife. That abuser soon ran out of the city leaving a legacy behind. But later he returned in the New York Times they said he raped a woman. But he stayed with the woman, to take care of the baby. Connor was born that time, in 1992. Then Abraham left the woman behind, no one heard from him again. But as a child, Abraham would abuse Connor. Like father, like son, Connor was caught up in a mix up too. He was charged with battery assault, for abusing his girlfriend. Nowadays, I'm hearing that he begins to sing and dance out of the blue. That is his way of controlling his anger, they taught him that in anger management class. I wish the kid could just find someone to cry a shoulder on, I'm sorry if you're getting a heartfelt moment" Arnold apologized. Everyone in the room was tearing up in the room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;E-Mail Conversation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EllieChic&lt;/strong&gt;:I guess that is why people say don't judge a book by its cover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KittyKat&lt;/strong&gt;: That was depressing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss.StephanieCornell&lt;/strong&gt;: I wish I hadn't said what I said before about him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DJJacob&lt;/strong&gt;: I wish you hadn't said a thing when we were there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss.StephanieCornell&lt;/strong&gt;: Shut up Jacob! At least I'm not the one who is always asking for more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DJJacob&lt;/strong&gt;: What are you talking about? I never asked for more about anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EllieChic&lt;/strong&gt;: Jacob, just forget about it. Lets just go to bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[EllieChic logs off]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[KittyKat logs off]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Miss.StephanieCornell logs off]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[DJJacob logs off]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Ellie, do you know what Stephanie was talking about how I always ask for more?" Jacob asked. They were already in bed and Ellie head was rested against her own pillow. "No, I don't have clue about what she was talking about" Ellie lied. "I had a strange feeling that she was talking about when the time we did it. You didn't perhaps, you know, told them about our secret moment. While I was in the shower" Jacob asked, turning to her. Ellie moved up closer to him, "I'll just tell the truth. Jacob, I did told them but I didn't mean to me. I mean, I was too overwhelmed and it felt as if I was drugged or something" She was staring at him waiting for a word to come out of his mouth. "Ellie, would we you do that? You know that was our private moment, a moment we should only keep to ourselves. It was time when we experienced it for the first time and the time we expressed our true feelings for each other" Jacob stated, placing his hands on her stomach. "But I wasn't thinking. It wasn't like I had someone who told me about their experience doing it and told me the guidelines and rules of it" She pointed out. His finger crawled up undershirt, she felt his fingers but she didn't remove it. He smiled at her, she knew he had forgiven her. Then she climbed on top of him and pulled up the covers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"I think I should call Connor" Kathleen said. The television was blaring and the girls sat together eating potato chips and searching for anything that is entertaining and maybe a little bit of stupidity . That show for them was Saturday Night Live. Stephanie began to laugh as she watched Seth Meyers and Amy Poehler speak in German on &lt;em&gt;Weekend Update.&lt;/em&gt; "He is CRAZY. Why do you want to see him so badly?" Stephanie asked, forcing some more potato chips in her mouth. "I'm just worried about him that's all" Kathleen stated. "What can I do to get your mind off him?" Stephanie asked, looking at her. "There isn't a thing you can do can get my mind off of him" Kathleen teased. Stephanie kissed Kathleen and they began making out. Stephanie pulled away, "What did I tell you?". "I can't beileve what just happened" Kathleen said. She pulled Stephanie close to her again and kissed her back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13277789204044655-1854275829621703501?l=twodifferentroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twodifferentroads.blogspot.com/feeds/1854275829621703501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13277789204044655&amp;postID=1854275829621703501&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13277789204044655/posts/default/1854275829621703501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13277789204044655/posts/default/1854275829621703501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodifferentroads.blogspot.com/2008/03/part-nine-heartfelt-moments.html' title='Part Nine: Heartfelt Moments'/><author><name>Chanel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16339717627837136426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/SarLET4a0PI/AAAAAAAAC3E/-c7kqXc1pK0/S220/001+copy+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R8r42giUJAI/AAAAAAAABJk/XagRBPi2Pfo/s72-c/joenewwallpaper2pi1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13277789204044655.post-5821319257216922586</id><published>2008-03-01T15:25:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T18:21:10.488-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Part Eight: The Dinner Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R8nDdwiUI4I/AAAAAAAABIg/28eBqouZ71Y/s1600-h/200406074-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172880563024176002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R8nDdwiUI4I/AAAAAAAABIg/28eBqouZ71Y/s400/200406074-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Table for four , please. In a booth" Jacob directed the waiter. The waiter lead them to the booth, and set down their forks and spoons. "I heard they served the best sushi in town. Oh, they also served the best alcoholic mixed drinks" Stephanie, removing her coat. "You're not going drink are you?" Kathleen asked, shaking from the coldness, "Nope, I'll probably just have water. I have to get sober" Stephanie pointed out. "I was thinking, maybe we can do it again tonight" Jacob whispered into Ellie ear. "Jacob, we can't do that. Are you crazy do you want to get me--" "Are you ready to order?" another waiter interrupted his notepad already out. Kathleen bite her lower lip as she stared up the waiter, with his brown eyes sparkling in the dim light. "He is cute" Kathleen whispered in Stephanie's ear. She pulled out her cellphone and began to text message. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kathleen&lt;/strong&gt;: The waiter is cute, I wonder if he'll be interested in me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ellie&lt;/strong&gt;: You're just saying that. I know your plan. You're going use him to lose your virginity and then dump him like the poor waiter boy he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stephanie&lt;/strong&gt;: Now you see why I didn't respond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kathleen&lt;/strong&gt;: Okay, that was my plan at first. However, I still want to get to know him before things goes too fast. Like when the touching begins and where it ends. I'm not like you two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ellie&lt;/strong&gt;: Kat, you've only met the guy like 50 seconds ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kathleen&lt;/strong&gt;: 10 seconds less from a minute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stephanie&lt;/strong&gt;: 59 minutes less from a hour!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ellie&lt;/strong&gt;: Just forget about it. I have serious problem on my hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stephanie&lt;/strong&gt;: Jacob said that you guys should do it again tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ellie&lt;/strong&gt;: How did you know that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stephanie&lt;/strong&gt;: Been there, done that! Did you tell him no ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ellie&lt;/strong&gt;: Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kathleen&lt;/strong&gt;: That is the most important thing Ellie, if you didn't tell him no, there is a chance that he would've wanted more and more after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stephanie&lt;/strong&gt;: Thank God! the hamburgers and my sushi + caviar is here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ellie&lt;/strong&gt;: You brought caviar?(!) You are paying for dinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stephanie&lt;/strong&gt;: Thanks a lot for my craving of raw fish eggs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Hey, I'm sorry for bringing up the whole thing about us doing it again" Jacob said, as he walked into the room. "It's okay. I'm just really glad that you understand why I said no" Ellie said, hugging him. "I know, I guess it was because I was with you. I mean, Ellie really you've make me feel special. I always thought that my Dad only had that affect on me, but I realize that you can make me feel this way" He said, holding onto Ellie. She smiled at him and began kissing him, just so he can forget about everything. Stephanie bobbed her head up and down as she cranked up "When You Were Young" by The Killers, she dance around the house when she suddenly heard the doorbell. She turned off the music and answered the door, "Oh, it's waiter boy. What brings you here?" Stephanie asked, her hands on her hips. "I am her to return this coat to Kathleen Riverbed, and perhaps get a chance to talk to her" He responded, looking shyly down at his shoes. Kathleen appeared in the doorway "I got this one Stephanie" She said, pushing her out of the doorway. "Just watch him, he looks like the evil type who just wants--" "Stephanie. Leave. Now" Kathleen pointed out. "So stingy". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Thanks for returning my coat, that was really sweet of you" Kathleen beamed. "I'm just that type of person. The random act of kindness kind of person, I mean" He said, looking up at her and blushing. "What's your name?" "Connor Brooks" He stop blushing and was smiling, then he started to sing and dance out of the blue. Kathleen stared at him weirdly and closed the door. He stopped when he realized she had already gone inside and began to walk home. "Stephanie, we need to go and see him tomorrow morning" Kathleen said, rushing into the room. "I told you so. Why don't you tell Ellie and Jacob?" Stephanie said, pulling up her sleeping pants. "You're right. I'll go tell them now" "Don't go in the room, you don't know what they're doing in there" "Yes I do. They're sleeping". Kathleen stormed off into their room and saw the two of them talking quietly, it was easy to see they were completely wrap up with each other. "You guys, we going to see him tomorrow in the morning" Kathleen said, sitting beside Jacob. "Why?There isn't any point in seeing him anyhow, maybe there is if he is dead" Jacob complained, sitting up and putting his arm around Ellie's shoulder. "Jacob, that is a good idea" Ellie said. "What is? Us going to him if he was dead?" Jacob questioned. "No. About the four of us going to him, he could help us , mostly Stephanie really". "So I guess we agree that we are going to see him tomorrow morning" Kathleen said. "Uh, I didn't have a say in this" Jacob pointed out. "One against three, you lost" Kathleen skipped out of the room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ellie, Jacob, Kathleen and Stephanie walked up the curved road. The sun was beginning to rise and the smell of mildew filed up their nostrils in the distance. Perched on top of the hill was a small cottage filled with vines, Jasmine flowers, and carnations flowers. They foursome left the house 4:00AM, they knew it would be a long trip to reach to him. Everyone in school knew who him was, but they never dare go up to the hill. Him shut himself away from everyone, they all said he was crazy, they all said the he needed to get away from everyone. He was a recluse, a hermit. He was living in total solitude. He didn't need no one, in his life. He felt as if he couldn't trust no one, he could easily see who he could trust and who he could not trust. You'll rarely see anyone walking up that curved yellow brick road and entering the house of Arnold Lippmann: The Reclusive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13277789204044655-5821319257216922586?l=twodifferentroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twodifferentroads.blogspot.com/feeds/5821319257216922586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13277789204044655&amp;postID=5821319257216922586&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13277789204044655/posts/default/5821319257216922586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13277789204044655/posts/default/5821319257216922586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodifferentroads.blogspot.com/2008/03/part-eight-dinner-times.html' title='Part Eight: The Dinner Times'/><author><name>Chanel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16339717627837136426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/SarLET4a0PI/AAAAAAAAC3E/-c7kqXc1pK0/S220/001+copy+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R8nDdwiUI4I/AAAAAAAABIg/28eBqouZ71Y/s72-c/200406074-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13277789204044655.post-2536709194853954552</id><published>2008-03-01T11:31:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T14:12:51.775-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R8mRsQiUIvI/AAAAAAAABHY/Cc3PYK5LbJc/s1600-h/02quer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172825836550890226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R8mRsQiUIvI/AAAAAAAABHY/Cc3PYK5LbJc/s400/02quer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hello, Bonjour and Hola readers, this is Chanel here with the first updates of&lt;em&gt; Two Different Roads.&lt;/em&gt; If you're wondering what updates do I have well, I have a lot pretty much. But I've been so addicted to just doing the chapters that I forgot to do the updates for February but it's okay I'll just do it for March. That reminds me, Happy March! Only 1 more month before my birthday, which is April 23rd. YAY! Now, back to the story, now you kind of see all the things I was talking about in my first post. So here are the updates. Wow, this was short. Sorry, back to the updates. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R8mNiAiUIpI/AAAAAAAABGo/cCfnLHOPWfg/s1600-h/t171590921_60404_3.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172821262410719890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R8mNiAiUIpI/AAAAAAAABGo/cCfnLHOPWfg/s200/t171590921_60404_3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R8mNiAiUIqI/AAAAAAAABGw/ysCsJhe5j3c/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172821262410719906" style="WIDTH: 94px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px" height="98" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R8mNiAiUIqI/AAAAAAAABGw/ysCsJhe5j3c/s200/untitled.bmp" width="95" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R8mVugiUIzI/AAAAAAAABH4/6Vm-qVOH9qc/s1600-h/z120210366.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R8mNiQiUIrI/AAAAAAAABG4/vL_VljHbT7A/s1600-h/mileyavie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172821266705687218" style="WIDTH: 93px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px" height="95" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R8mNiQiUIrI/AAAAAAAABG4/vL_VljHbT7A/s200/mileyavie.jpg" width="94" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Stop &amp;amp; Stare"-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;OneRepublic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Falling Slowly"-Glen Hansard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Elephants As Big As Whales"- PlayRadioPlay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"California"-Phantom Planet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Shake It"- Metro Station&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Breakable"- Ingrid Michealson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Hollywood"- Jonas Brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Over You" - Daughtry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Drivin' Me Wild" - Common featuring Lily Allen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Decoy"- Paramore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Rewind"- Paramore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Pretty Pessimistic, For A Optimistic"- Paramore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Kelsey"- Metro Station &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Parts[Chapters]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R8mP9wiUIsI/AAAAAAAABHA/J1znRr7D2Gw/s1600-h/120266453742323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172823938175345346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R8mP9wiUIsI/AAAAAAAABHA/J1znRr7D2Gw/s200/120266453742323.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R8mP-AiUItI/AAAAAAAABHI/i_LK6F-FtxU/s1600-h/z107244954.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172823942470312658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R8mP-AiUItI/AAAAAAAABHI/i_LK6F-FtxU/s200/z107244954.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R8mP-QiUIuI/AAAAAAAABHQ/NUKWTMxz-Tk/s1600-h/bc-credit-andune_8528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172823946765279970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R8mP-QiUIuI/AAAAAAAABHQ/NUKWTMxz-Tk/s200/bc-credit-andune_8528.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Part One: E-Mail Conversations &amp;amp; Things We Forgotten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Part Two: Summer Dreams Dwell Upon Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Part Three: Color War Dreams &amp;amp; Locked Lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Part Four: The Bus Ride of Return&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Part Five: Not A True Friend After All&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Part Six: Get Me Out of Rehab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Part Seven: Heartbeats Racing Through Time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R8mSPQiUIwI/AAAAAAAABHg/x7fs8PMfTzQ/s1600-h/63.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172826437846311682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R8mSPQiUIwI/AAAAAAAABHg/x7fs8PMfTzQ/s200/63.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R8mSPgiUIxI/AAAAAAAABHo/WI_1AL8rHu4/s1600-h/49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172826442141278994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R8mSPgiUIxI/AAAAAAAABHo/WI_1AL8rHu4/s200/49.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R8mSPgiUIyI/AAAAAAAABHw/tWwQU54I8DQ/s1600-h/62.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172826442141279010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R8mSPgiUIyI/AAAAAAAABHw/tWwQU54I8DQ/s200/62.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Song; "Say (All I Need)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Artist: OneRepublic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Movie: The Outsiders (1983)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Content: PG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EFkHm55mwwY&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EFkHm55mwwY&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EFkHm55mwwY"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EFkHm55mwwY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13277789204044655-2536709194853954552?l=twodifferentroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twodifferentroads.blogspot.com/feeds/2536709194853954552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13277789204044655&amp;postID=2536709194853954552&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13277789204044655/posts/default/2536709194853954552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13277789204044655/posts/default/2536709194853954552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodifferentroads.blogspot.com/2008/03/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Chanel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16339717627837136426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/SarLET4a0PI/AAAAAAAAC3E/-c7kqXc1pK0/S220/001+copy+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R8mRsQiUIvI/AAAAAAAABHY/Cc3PYK5LbJc/s72-c/02quer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13277789204044655.post-5080284157099090743</id><published>2008-02-29T17:17:00.033-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T13:00:01.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Part Seven: Heartbeats Racing Through Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R8iGxAiUIlI/AAAAAAAABGI/xr_skSAD9Ns/s1600-h/Curtis_Brothers_Talking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172532348550652498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R8iGxAiUIlI/AAAAAAAABGI/xr_skSAD9Ns/s400/Curtis_Brothers_Talking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The bright sunlight shone in Stephanie's closed eyelids. She grunted as she felt a sharp pain in her stomach. She got out of the bed, squinting her eyes, she stumbled on the pillow that still laid on the ground. She stumble into the bathroom to make a leak when she noticed the blood stained underwear and sleeping pants "Kat, do you have pads?" Stephanie asked, clutching onto her stomach. Kathleen was putting on a new bra on, "Um, yeah. It's in the medicine cabinet. Are you having your period?" Kathleen asked, pulling up her bra straps. "Yeah, it's March anyways" Stephanie stated, walking back into the bathroom closing the door behind her. Ellie suddenly awoke on Jacob's chest, with her legs bumping against his thighs. Her lips felt dry and she felt warm under the covers, with him. She shimmed out of Jacob's grasp and climbed on top of him. "Wake up Jacob" Ellie said, whispering in his head. He smiled and his blinked his eyes a few times trying to retain the sunlight from his eyes. He stood in the same spot not moving at all, thinking he was going to get it. Ellie bite her lower lip and press her lips into his. She pulled away and beamed down at him, playing with his curls. He smiled back at her, her brown eyes glowing as they silently show affection of love for each other. Jacob pinned Ellie down onto the bed and he was on top of her. "Jacob, what are you doing?" Ellie asked, with a playful smile plastered onto her face. "Can't a guy make love with his girlfriend?" "Oh, so now I'm your girlfriend?" "You were always my girlfriend, Ellie" Jacob kept on kissing her more. He pulled away, "Ellie, I just realize we haven't talk about me being diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes" Jacob pointed out. "I don't want to talk, can we just make out more. I'm tired with all this talking, that is all we ever do talk, talk, talk" "Ellie, you're stalling. Why don't you want to talk about this? What if we're ready to do it and then you start to feel uncomfortable?" Jacob stated, sliding off her body. "Because I just want us to have a good a relationship, that is all I wanted" Ellie frowned. She got out from under the covers and sat at the edge of the bed, swinging her legs. "How are we going to have a good relationship when we can't even talk something so serious, when all you have on your mind is making out and just losing your virginity!" Jacob exclaimed. "I don't care about that Jacob! I just don't to want here it because. . . . .because I'm afraid you'll die. If I was only thinking about that, we would have been done it right there and then. Now I feel like I want to die" Ellie cried. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kathleen and Stephanie's ears were pressed onto the door hearing the heated argument, they both gawked at each other, surprised about what they're hearing. "I didn't know Ellie was planning to lose her virginity at 13, wow,everyone is growing up so quick" Stephanie stated, stuffing her syrupy pancake into her plush cat-like mouth. The two were sitting at the dining table having a private conversation about what just happened. "She must be crying by now. I mean, Ellie" Kathleen said, poking her scrambled eggs with a fork as if they weren't properly cooked. "She is so not crying about that foolishness, she is doing it. You've got to use your smarts, Kat. I mean, you do all the populars project in school, so use that smarts you learned in chemistry class, add a bit of romance potion, and BAM! You've got your very own &lt;em&gt;protege romance&lt;/em&gt;" Stephanie said, in a perfect French accent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ellie was still standing in the same wiping her tears away. "I'm sorry for getting upset Ellie. I should have considered about how you really felt about the whole situation" Jacob apologized. Jacob hugged Ellie tightly and kissed her head. "I love you" Jacob whispered. "I love you, too. Don't break my heart like that again" Ellie said, looking into Jacob's eyes. Ellie was released from his hug and she got ready, heading down the stairs to eat breakfast. Stephanie had a smirk on her face "So. What were you and Jacob were doing upstairs in that king size bed, all alone in the room?" Stephanie asked. "We weren't do anything really. He was saying he was sorry for what he has done" Ellie explained, sprinkling pepper and salt on her boiled eggs. "Hey, just don't worry about the whole Type 1 diabetes thing. He just dealing with using the OmniPod and everything. Besides, he said he needs someone to relief the burden in his hand, if you know what I mean" Kathleen said, staring misty eyed at the kids who were playing street football. Kathleen and Ellie were looking out the window just keeping things around the house in balanced, Stephanie was flipping through the channels in the living room while Jacob was still in the room doing something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ellie went upstairs,and into the guest room. Jacob was sitting on the bed, with candles lighted and the lights were turned off. The sun was beginning to set, but the candles glowed dimly in the semi-darkness. Jacob looked up at her, in his hands was the OmniPod, he was biting down on his thumb nail. "How is it?" Ellie asked, closing the door behind her. "Uh, it's okay. It's not above the limit or anything, perhaps" He responded, looking down at the reading. "What is up with the lighted candles and everything? Is this how you do the thing?" Ellie asked. "No, not really. I was kind of hoping you wouldn't come upstairs early, I was planning a way to apologize. And I thought that maybe it was time to . . . . . .you know, do it" He said, looking up at her nervously. Ellie didn't have a response, but he could clearly see that she was pretty much unsure, nearly about everything, but he wants her to change her mind. He needs to change her mind. "Ellie, I need to talk you about something, and it's not really a big important issue or anything I just need to tell you still," Jacob continued. "Okay, here I go. Ellie, I'm ready to do it, with you okay? And I need you to understand that I'm in love with you, and I believe we can take it to another level, it's not like you've only met me four days ago. Ellie, I just want you to know that I'm in love with you and wouldn't do this just because I wanted it". "Jacob, you didn't need to do any of that. I was already ready Jacob. Plus, I know you already love me" Ellie said, smiling. They door was locked and all you can hear was heavy breathing and the sound of a bed creaking in the distance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;E-Mail Conversation:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KittyKat&lt;/strong&gt;: Spill the beans Ellie! What happen in that room between you and Jacob?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss.StephanieCornell&lt;/strong&gt;: Yes spill it, spill it like hot chocolate on a brand new Stephen McQueen leather purse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KittyKat&lt;/strong&gt;: How did you signed in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss.StephanieCornell&lt;/strong&gt;: I have another laptop, aren't I right beside you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KittyKat&lt;/strong&gt;: Oops. I'm kind of farsighted from the right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EllieChic&lt;/strong&gt;: You guys are so nosy! Luckily, Jacob is in the shower and this is the first time I ever seen him so red when he saw me. I mean literally, I accidentally kicked when I was stretching and when he woke up he just turned red. I guess it was that good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KittyKat&lt;/strong&gt;: You guys did it?(!) I can't believe my two best friends in the entire world actually slept together on a king size bed and ended up doing it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss.StephanieCornell&lt;/strong&gt;: You can totally tell that Kat is missing out on the finer things in life, like these things Ellie and I have already done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EllieChic&lt;/strong&gt;: You need a boy, Kat. Maybe even a girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss.StephanieCornell&lt;/strong&gt;: Agree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KittyKat&lt;/strong&gt;: You really think so? I mean, that if I'm a lesbian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[EllieChic logs off]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Miss.StephanieCornell logs off]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KittyKat&lt;/strong&gt;: Punks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[KittyKat logs off]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"That was amazing" Jacob said, coming into the room. He had his white towel wrapped around his waist and his curls turned into his straight long hair. Ellie got up from the bed and went into the bathroom, "Why are you even talking about it? Personal thoughts always remains as personal thoughts" Ellie responded, taking out the brush from the cabinet. "Not with my girlfriend it is" Jacob said, in a weird voice. Ellie watched him put on a pair on boxers and smiled to herself, "Were you watching me?" Jacob asked, bursting through the bathroom and grabbing the floss. His hair was getting re-curled again as it began to dry. "No, I wasn't watching you at all. I saw enough of you already" Ellie teased. She grab up her blazer and went downstairs where Stephanie and Kathleen were waiting already whispering quietly to each other. Kathleen was the first to gawk at Ellie "I can't believe you did that! You're so naughty," Kathleen said, hitting her playfully with her hat. "I bet Jacob was asking for more" She winked at Stephanie who giggled. "At least were not the ones who still have there's"Stephanie teased, standing beside Ellie. "But Ellie broke her purity ring" Kathleen stated. "If I can break my purity ring, then you can too" Ellie stated. Jacob came down the stairs happily and kissed Ellie on her cheek. "Um, he looks a bit to perky today" Stephanie whispered. "Maybe it was because of all that work make him felt perky enough or maybe it was the pleasure that came along with it" Kathleen whispered back. The two began to giggle and soon they were heading out for dinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13277789204044655-5080284157099090743?l=twodifferentroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twodifferentroads.blogspot.com/feeds/5080284157099090743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13277789204044655&amp;postID=5080284157099090743&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13277789204044655/posts/default/5080284157099090743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13277789204044655/posts/default/5080284157099090743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodifferentroads.blogspot.com/2008/02/part-seven-heartbeats-racing-through.html' title='Part Seven: Heartbeats Racing Through Time'/><author><name>Chanel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16339717627837136426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/SarLET4a0PI/AAAAAAAAC3E/-c7kqXc1pK0/S220/001+copy+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R8iGxAiUIlI/AAAAAAAABGI/xr_skSAD9Ns/s72-c/Curtis_Brothers_Talking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13277789204044655.post-6871162865459550101</id><published>2008-02-28T20:16:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T17:18:52.631-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Part Six: Get Me Out of Rehab</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R8ddDhXRxcI/AAAAAAAABGA/QSKfG8EpsiE/s1600-h/10186163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172205012135298498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R8ddDhXRxcI/AAAAAAAABGA/QSKfG8EpsiE/s400/10186163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ellie, Jacob and Kathleen waited anxiously for the public bus. Jacob was trying to Ellie something that was important but he couldn't get it out, it wasn't the time, it was the time for crisis at hand. When the bus finally came, they paid the fee and jumped on. "Why was Stephanie in rehab? She never told me she had a problem, I was her friend" Kathleen said, looking hurt and confused. Ellie was staring out the window watching the reflection of the seriousness in Jacob's face. Jacob looked across at Ellie who was sitting quietly next to Kathleen who was mumbling under her breath. He took out his phone and began to text message her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jacob&lt;/strong&gt;: Are you okay? You look kind of unhappy or some unworthy feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ellie&lt;/strong&gt;: Yeah. I'm just kind of realizing what is happening. I mean with Stephanie in rehab and then our sudden relationship and all, it's all really confusing. I feel like I'm losing myself. Jacob, have I change since I came back from camp?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jacob&lt;/strong&gt;: You're still the same Ellie I've known, you haven't change one bit, yet. Plus, I know how you feel too, it must be all like a dream, a dream you which you could wake up from immediately but somehow it feel as if someone put glue in your eyelids to keep it shut and for you to stay in that dream to see what happens in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ellie&lt;/strong&gt;: You know me so well. When you explain my thoughts it's like rhythmic poem, it makes my heart melt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jacob&lt;/strong&gt;: My mom tells me that I got the quality from my dad, I wish he could see me now. He always liked you, somehow he always knew I liked you but I waited. The last words he told me before he set foot into that car was: "It's good to wait because good things come along the way. Jacob, I want you to remember this for the rest of your life: 'You can chain me, you can torture me, you can even destroy this body, but you will never imprison my mind.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ellie&lt;/strong&gt;: Your dad was good man Jacob, sometimes when I look at you, I see him hidden beneath you and sometimes he shines out to me every once in a while. My uncle was the only person I got along with in my family, we were like brother and sister. He would share secrets with me, I'll share secrets with him. When he moved to France with his unruly fiancee, he gave me a present, it was a saying that he never shared with anyone before, ever since my grandfather died. "Live like you're at the bottom, when you're at the top". He was the one who influenced me, maybe that is just why my mother doesn't care for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jacob&lt;/strong&gt;: Don't say that Ellie, your mother do care for you. If she didn't you wouldn't have a bed to sleep in, you wouldn't have a place to belong. Anyways, we're here. Let's go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Stephanie stood underneath the dim round streetlight. She had nothing except the little piece of clothing that clung onto her body. Her eyes seemed as if they've been deepened into her eye sockets and looked like the bride in the Corpse Bride. Kathleen ran up to her and hugged her tightly, hot tears ripping down her cheeks. Stephanie closed her wide eyes and not crying at all. Ellie and Jacob stood next to each other not ruining their moment, instead the silently watch them. Kathleen released from the hug and looked at the sickly looking Stephanie Cornell, who looked stressed out and her dark curls space out unevenly. "Stephanie, why are you in rehab?" Kathleen suddenly asked. They were walking towards the near bus stop. "I was having an alcohol problem. I was stressed out and I just decided to pick up the bottle, I was tempted so I picked it up and when it went down my throat it tasted bitter but I still continued. I ended up walking going into my room sending everyone that dirty gossip, then I escape outside from my window. I stole the car keys and drove to the nearest liquor store, I drove to the party where I had more alcohol I ended up in the bed with my best guy friend. W-we were both naked, and the bottle of alcohol lay beside me." Stephanie recalled, staring out into the distance. She had a blank expression on her face like nothing was going on around her. "I just needed help. But they said I still need more help" She continued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kathleen was astonished as she sat on the bench, her mind was blank and no words couldn't come to mind. Ellie had nothing to say either, but she wasn't so surprise about Stephanie's "big surprise" about her non-perfect life. Jacob, however, had the important thing he wanted to tell Ellie on his mind, he was only half listening to what Stephanie was saying. On the bus ride to Kathleen's house, everyone was quiet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ellie was in the third guest room packing her clothes away into the dresser, she had stay at Kathleen's house for a couple of days. Jacob came into the room and closed the door behind him. "We need to talk, well, maybe in the end it won't be so much talking" Jacob said. "What is it?" She asked, now facing him. "I think we should go to the next level . . . . .I'm ready" He confessed, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Ready for what?. . . . .oh, you mean that, boy you move on fast" She said. Jacob leaned in, kissing her. Kathleen was setting up the bed for Stephanie who was brushing her teeth in the bathroom. "So where are going to stay" Kathleen asked, standing the doorway of the bathroom. Stephanie spat the white foam down the drain and stared at Kathleen "I'll need to stay here, until I find someone in my family to take me in, until social services bring my mom into a rehab centre" Stephanie said, deadly. She began brushing her teeth her again, Kathleen walked passed the guest room, she heard noises. She opened the door and saw the light turned off but everything was silent again. She turned on the light and see the covers mess up and bulky, goes up to the covers and pulls it back and found Ellie and Jacob laying besides each other while Jacob had his shirt off. Kathleen turned off the light and closed the door behind her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"That was close, now where were we" Jacob said, his fingers crawling up to her chest. "I think we might as well just go to sleep, I mean Kat just walked in on us luckily we didn't take everything off" Ellie stated, pushing his fingers off. "Maybe another time, when it is right" Jacob said. Stephanie lay down in Kathleen's bed, she never felt so comfortable in a bed before, she was always tense mainly because she was afraid her mother would come into her room and begin to beat upon her. Kathleen watched the ceiling as she thought about her parents for the first time, she never knew why she hadn't come out to her friends that her parents died and that they were sleeping in that locked room. Her guardian was living in the basement she cooks and cares for Kathleen but never comes up one people are around but somehow when everyone is asleep, she cooks breakfast to make it seem like her parents cook breakfast before they left. Ellie and Jacob were both thinking about love, Ellie put her head against his chest and he was stroking her hair. Everyone in the house had separate things on their minds, but they didn't know they're going to face things they never wanted to face in their life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rIKvYah01ww"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rIKvYah01ww" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=rIKvYah01ww"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=rIKvYah01ww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13277789204044655-6871162865459550101?l=twodifferentroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twodifferentroads.blogspot.com/feeds/6871162865459550101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13277789204044655&amp;postID=6871162865459550101&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13277789204044655/posts/default/6871162865459550101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13277789204044655/posts/default/6871162865459550101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodifferentroads.blogspot.com/2008/02/part-six-get-me-out-of-rehab.html' title='Part Six: Get Me Out of Rehab'/><author><name>Chanel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16339717627837136426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/SarLET4a0PI/AAAAAAAAC3E/-c7kqXc1pK0/S220/001+copy+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R8ddDhXRxcI/AAAAAAAABGA/QSKfG8EpsiE/s72-c/10186163.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13277789204044655.post-128894066800599038</id><published>2008-02-27T16:51:00.022-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T17:19:42.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Part Five: Not a True Friend After All</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R8XdDRXRxVI/AAAAAAAABFE/ysruNYKtbkU/s1600-h/i250409685_28926.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171782795375265106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R8XdDRXRxVI/AAAAAAAABFE/ysruNYKtbkU/s400/i250409685_28926.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ellie ran up the steps and rang the doorbell with excitement rushing through her body as if she had just ate a dozen of chocolate bars today. Kathleen heart was beating faster then ever as she heard the doorbell rang in her eardrums. Her mind was going crazy with wild thoughts. She heard Ellie screaming through the thick door "Kat, you don't have to dress up just because I came back from camp and you haven't seen me for at least two weeks". "Just get it over with, Kathleen. Yeah, that is it, just be strong and tell her I kissed Jacob, her crush. What are you thinking? Boy, I'm I stupid!" Kathleen said to herself. The doorbell rang again and Kathleen ran down the stairs. "Kat, what took you so long? I was so excited to see you and you wasted time trying to impress me! But you shouldn't have anyways" Ellie beamed. "Ellie. . . .I never seen you so happy before, it's kind of awkward" Kathleen said,stuttering. There was a long awkward silence as Kathleen gawked at Ellie without any verbal warnings at all, it seemed as if a cat threw up a hairball that she caught in her mouth and was no stuck in throat enable to talk at all. "Kat, can I come in? I thought you knew it was summer out here and it feels like 95 degrees" Ellie complained. "Y-yeah, sure you can go and you know set your self up or w-whatever the hell you do" Kathleen said, using her hands while talking looking like a business woman explaining her pie chart. Soon, a set of curly hair came bobbing up the stairs and Jacob's brown eyes sparkled with delight as he saw Ellie standing there in the front door wearing a cute denim mini skirt and her cute black and red plaid shirt, with her black permed hair out blowing the calming wind. Jacob cupped his hands over his mouth to see if his breath was stink and tugged on his t-shirt, he searched for anything reflective so he can shake up his curls a bit. Ellie saw the awkward expression plastered on Kathleen's face, Ellie turned around and saw Jacob peering down at the sliver small sprinkler ruffling his curls looking like a girl who is trying to see the volume of her hair after blow drying it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ellie began to giggled and Jacob turned a bit red as he watched Ellie giggle at him. "Hey Ellie, you look great" He said, hugging her. Kathleen stood in the background and had a evil sneer plastered on her face, "Yeah right, he doesn't give a damn about her. Just one of his escape words, he is probably dying to wrapped his arms around my waist and kiss me all day long then we go deep into the covers" Kathleen thought as she watched them hug and catch up on the things. "Well, I'm going to drop my stuff upstairs and then we can go out for brunch" Ellie stated, already going up the stairs. Kathleen and Jacob was alone together, once again. "So when are we going to tell her Kat?" Jacob asked. "Never, it will just be our secret" Kathleen said in a flirty voice. "I don't want it be our secret, I want to be with Ellie!" Jacob shouted, pushing Kathleen off of him. Ellie stood in the doorway, "What is your secret?" she asked. "Go ahead Jacob, you wanted to tell her. So here is your chance to tell her, the world is waiting to here it" Kathleen teased. Jacob licked his lips, "Ellie, while you were in camp Kat and I . . . . . .kissed each other on the lips but it was a unexpected kiss, it wasn't meant to happen, you know I love you Ellie I wouldn't break your heart like that," Jacob said, reaching for Ellie's hands. Ellie let him grab her hands and they were face to face. "Do you forgive me Ellie?" He asked, looking deep into her eyes. Ellie let out a heavy sigh and began tearing up, "I-I don't know Jacob, I just don't know" she held onto Jacob's hand for a while longer but she let go. He placed his hands around her waist and she wrapped her arms around his neck, he kissed her on her lips then began speaking to her in soft words, lower than a whisper. Kathleen watched in disgust her plan of making out with Jacob was foiled, but she just shrugged her shoulders and walked up the stairs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;E-Mail Conversation: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KittyKat&lt;/strong&gt;: You won't believe what that jerk just did to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Miss.StephanieCornell logs on]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss.StephanieCornell&lt;/strong&gt;: What happen? I want all the details and don't worry I have my Sidekick LX by my side to spread dirty gossip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KittyKat&lt;/strong&gt;: Who said we're going to spread dirty gossip about them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss.StephanieCornell&lt;/strong&gt;: You said I won't believe what that jerk did to you and once you say "You won't believe. . . ." then its my duty to, basically, dish out dirty gossip. Hello, I'm Stephanie Cornell the most popular high school scholar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KittyKat&lt;/strong&gt;: Whatever you say. So, Ellie came back from camp and when Jacob came and she finally went away. I was trying to get him to at least make out with me and try to keep our secret just between us, but he said he doesn't want to and Ellie came back again. Then Jacob finally confessed to her and she said she didn't know if she could forgive him but when he wrapped his arms around her waist and she wrapped her arms around his neck, he began to passionately kissing her. Icky, I feel gross just talking about, the more I talk about it the more my over imaginative mind see them doing something more than kissing. . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss.StephanieCornell&lt;/strong&gt;: Kat, EW! You don't have to tell me your personal thoughts or images, that is why we have personal thoughts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KittyKat&lt;/strong&gt;: Sorry, but still I can't help but stop my imagination from overflowing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss.StephanieCornell&lt;/strong&gt;: Look at you Kathleen, do you think I really care about that crap that you are talking about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KittyKat&lt;/strong&gt;: Not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss.StephanieCornell: &lt;/strong&gt;THEN SHUT THE HELL UP!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Miss.StpehanieCornell logs off]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[KittyKat logs off] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kathleen began crying and walked out of her room, she walked to the guest room and saw Jacob and Ellie on top of each other making out on the bed. "Can't you guys get a room?" Kathleen asked, still crying. Ellie got off Jacob and pulled down her denim mini skirt which was uplifting a bit. "What's wrong Kat?" Ellie asked with empathy. Kathleen stared at her, "Ellie always looks so cute even if she is wearing Indian buckskin and he caramel colored skin is always smooth as porcelain and mine is always bumpy" Kathleen thought as she wiped her tears away. "It's nothing really, I'm just upset over a stupid friendship I guess you were right" Kathleen confessed. Jacob got off the bed and stood close behind Ellie with a confused look on his face. "What do you mean I was right? Right about what Kat?" Ellie questioned, looking at both Kathleen and Jacob. "When you told me that you hope Stephanie and I have a good life together, well, we aren't after all. She was just using me again, to pass on gossip about you guys" Kathleen confessed. "Kat, did you tell her about us?" Jacob asked. Kathleen looked down at her stubby toes and then look back up at them sheepishly. "Kat, you didn't tell that life sucker about our&lt;em&gt; private&lt;/em&gt; relationship, then gave them all the dirty details?" Ellie said, looking like a deer caught in headlights. Kathleen bite her lower lip, "Um, yeah I kind of spilled the beans to her, at least you guys weren't doing what you were doing like 5 minutes ago right in front of me way before" Kathleen stated forcing a laugh. "Great, thanks a lot Kathleen! As soon as I come back from camp, I already have dirty gossip about me" Ellie complained, plopping down the bed. Kathleen stood there silently for a few more moments and walked back to you. Jacob walked over to Ellie, "I think I know what the best remedy" Jacob said, leaning to kiss Ellie. "Jacob, you're trying to kiss me when I'm completely stressed out about how I have dirty gossip spreading out through every electronic device!" Ellie exclaimed. Jacob put his arm around her shoulder and let her rest her head on his chest, soon they doze off on the bed still the same position. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Stephanie took the information that Kathleen gave to her and she scrolled down her contact list, sending the details to&lt;em&gt; everyone. &lt;/em&gt;She put on her "Dream On Boy" pink t-shirt, black skinny jeans and a several different shades of pink blazer with black flats. Before leaving, she checked herself out in the mirror, then opened her window and crawled outside and down the garden ladder. She jump into the bushes, she stays low making sure her drunken mother doesn't see her. In the distance she can see the red Nissan gleaming under the street light. She went to the front door, lifts the welcome mat where the car keys are always hidden. She ran across the street and opened the car, the alarm sounded off and her mother come out of the house screaming and cursing coming her way. Stephanie tried to frantically open the door into the car, she finally jam the key into the keyhole and jumped into the car seat. She put the car in drive and she began to hear her mother bang against the trunk, she drove off. In the rear view mirror, she can see her mother lying faced down on the tar road. She breathed in deeply then released it into the air,she turned left and soon she disappered into the hill, only the leaking oil leaving a trail behind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13277789204044655-128894066800599038?l=twodifferentroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twodifferentroads.blogspot.com/feeds/128894066800599038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13277789204044655&amp;postID=128894066800599038&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13277789204044655/posts/default/128894066800599038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13277789204044655/posts/default/128894066800599038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodifferentroads.blogspot.com/2008/02/part-five-not-true-friend-after-all.html' title='Part Five: Not a True Friend After All'/><author><name>Chanel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16339717627837136426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/SarLET4a0PI/AAAAAAAAC3E/-c7kqXc1pK0/S220/001+copy+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R8XdDRXRxVI/AAAAAAAABFE/ysruNYKtbkU/s72-c/i250409685_28926.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13277789204044655.post-6924228310893164722</id><published>2008-02-24T15:07:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T17:20:46.192-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Part Four: The Bus Ride of Returning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R8HxVRXRxPI/AAAAAAAABEQ/Let2cXMTA-w/s1600-h/z63562987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170679194938623218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R8HxVRXRxPI/AAAAAAAABEQ/Let2cXMTA-w/s400/z63562987.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ellie boarded the bus with the other female campers as everyone headed back to New York. "Ellie, Ellie!" Joisah shouted after her. Ellie turned around and smiled, "i just wanted to say bye before I leave. I'm going to miss you Ellie" He said, hugging. Ellie didn't say anything but just smile. Her eyes twinkled as she watch him go to the other bus. She stepped inside the bus and sat alone on the bus. Only paying attention to her iPod nano and the music that was playing. She took out her laptop and she saw someone on her e-mailing list on already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;E-Mail Conversation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DJJacob&lt;/strong&gt;: I didn't know you were on. Are you still in camp? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EllieChic&lt;/strong&gt;: Nope, I'm on the bus on my way home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DJJacob&lt;/strong&gt;: Your mom is picking you up or you are coming by Kat's house .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EllieChic&lt;/strong&gt;: I'm coming back kat's house just to say hi to you. But for the rest of the summer I think I'm going to stay home and just catch up on things like try to like my mom's toothpaste boyfriend and get some lessons on how to find a true friend. This is going to be such an amazing summer! This year, I'm big on sarcasam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DJJacob&lt;/strong&gt;: I can clearly see that. So how's the relationship with the camper boy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EllieChic&lt;/strong&gt;: We broke up, but even though I told him he still kissed me. But we're just friends, and that is all we will ever be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DJJacob&lt;/strong&gt;: What was the reason?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EllieChic&lt;/strong&gt;: There was someone else in the mix that I really like, that's all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DJJacob&lt;/strong&gt;: Look, Ellie, my mom took me to the doctor today because she said haven't been acting like myself and thought that there is probably something freaking me out. After the doctor ran a couple of tests and all, he came into the waiting and told my mother that I had Type 1 diabetes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EllieChic&lt;/strong&gt;: Here is more drama I have to go through when I come back home. Jacob, you know what when I come over to Kat's house we can probably go out to eat and just talk this over, is that okay with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DJJacob&lt;/strong&gt;: Yeah, I'll see you later then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[EllieChic logs off] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[DJJacob logs off] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kathleen looked out the window from her bedroom as she watched the now empty cooling tent, haunting her in her dreams. She walked away from the window and looked at her plans for today on her calendar, the only thing that was written neatly with a thin pink sharpie pen was "Ellie is BACK!". Kathleen looked as if she was about to faint after the two whole weeks she've been through with the big friendship fight and the unexcepted kiss with Jacob and through it all her new "best friend" Stehpanie witness the kiss, and she just might have the nerve to tattle tale to Ellie. Then suddenly, a page appeared on the computer screen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;E-Mail Conversation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EllieChic&lt;/strong&gt;: Hey Kat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KittyKat&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh, hey Ellie, are you still in camp?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EllieChic&lt;/strong&gt;: Nope, but I really wish people could stop asking me that question. I just finished talking with my mom and she allowed me to see you and Jacob and she also brought me a purtiy ring too, after she heard what you mom, she said she put "nothing gold can stay" on it, one of my favorite poems. Parents, can't live with them, can't live without them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KittyKat&lt;/strong&gt;: Can't handle this any longer!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EllieChic&lt;/strong&gt;: What can't you hanlde any longer? You can tell me later when I come over to the house, I have to get off the bus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[EllieChic logs off]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[KittyKat logs off] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MgZ_tu8s5Wk&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MgZ_tu8s5Wk&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=MgZ_tu8s5Wk"&gt;http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=MgZ_tu8s5Wk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13277789204044655-6924228310893164722?l=twodifferentroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twodifferentroads.blogspot.com/feeds/6924228310893164722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13277789204044655&amp;postID=6924228310893164722&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13277789204044655/posts/default/6924228310893164722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13277789204044655/posts/default/6924228310893164722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodifferentroads.blogspot.com/2008/02/part-four-bus-ride-of-returning.html' title='Part Four: The Bus Ride of Returning'/><author><name>Chanel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16339717627837136426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/SarLET4a0PI/AAAAAAAAC3E/-c7kqXc1pK0/S220/001+copy+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R8HxVRXRxPI/AAAAAAAABEQ/Let2cXMTA-w/s72-c/z63562987.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13277789204044655.post-2203468086936842432</id><published>2008-02-23T16:12:00.022-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T17:21:48.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Part Three: Color War Dreams &amp; Locked Lips</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R8CNUhXRxOI/AAAAAAAABEI/n8FRuUlzj0s/s1600-h/200504841-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170287755914233058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R8CNUhXRxOI/AAAAAAAABEI/n8FRuUlzj0s/s400/200504841-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Apache and Cherokee, you can go to the dining hall!" Lenore exclaimed. The rain was pouring and there was a flood of colored ponchos and wet sweatshirts. Ellie trudged behind the single filed line only listening the small peebles vibrate under the soles as the walked down the curved road into the dining hall. Ellie sat with the three other kids and the counselor, David, who were waiting to say the evening prayers. "Stand up please to say the evening prayers" Lenore stated. As the said the evening prayers mouthed the words watching to see what the others were saying "Hardy appetite " Lenore said. Everyone sat on the wooden benches and waited for kitchen helpers to come out with tonight's dinner of meatloaf and mash potatoes. Ellie watched Joisah across at the other table next to her, he was already biting into the meatloaf and all the girls in the room was watching him eat and sighed heavily as he took another bite. The girls didn't care if Ellie was his girlfriend they can still capture his heart anyway, with any evil plan just to plung their realtionship into a toilet. After dinner, everyone remained in their seats and all eyes were on Lenore as she stood in the middle of the room. Night had already fallen and the crickets were chipping in the background. "Tonight, is Color War ," Lenore said, projecting her voice. Everyone in the room began bang on the tables and was roaring, Ellie could feel the antcipation as well as the chills running through her body as the cool air blew through the opened windows. "Alright settle down, now you guys will be split up as well as two bunks will be losing at least two of their campers, so when I read of each camper name of that bunk, clap two times" Lenore continued. After each camper name was read and the bunks were splitted up the groups went off on their own, Ellie was on team DC. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;E-Mail Conversation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EllieChic&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh God, why can't the days just go by quickly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KittyKat&lt;/strong&gt;: Because I'm not God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EllieChic&lt;/strong&gt;: Did you lose your sense of sarcasm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KittyKat&lt;/strong&gt;: Actually, yes I did. You won't beileve what happened today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EllieChic&lt;/strong&gt;: What happened? Some ate all your low fat sugar cookies, AGAIN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KittyKat&lt;/strong&gt;: No! But you know that was my favorite cookies! Moving on, she brought me a purity ring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EllieChic&lt;/strong&gt;: So, what is your point? What do you want me to say? Congrats? Bon Voyage? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KittyKat&lt;/strong&gt;: Ellie, don't you even know what a purity ring is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EllieChic&lt;/strong&gt;: Uh, sure I do! Alright, I don't know what it is, just please explain it to me so you can kill time with these concited girls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KittyKat&lt;/strong&gt;: I'll be glad to! To put this whole purity ring thing down, it's me, basically, keeping a promise to God that I would stay pure until I get married. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EllieChic&lt;/strong&gt;: I wish you made that explaination a bit longer. Besides, didn't you get that definition from those guys you like, what's there name again, oh yeah those Jonas Brothers or JB whatever you call them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Miss.StephanieCornell logs on]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss.StpehanieCornell&lt;/strong&gt;: Hey girls, what are you talking about? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EllieChic&lt;/strong&gt;: Stephanie Cornell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KittyKat&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh, hey Steph. How's life going?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EllieChic&lt;/strong&gt;: Kat, are you speaking to &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss.StephanieCornell&lt;/strong&gt;: I'm doing okay, thanks for asking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EllieChic&lt;/strong&gt;: Am I even here! Can anyone see that I'm talking here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KittyKat&lt;/strong&gt;: Sorry Ellie, Steph and I was just having our moments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss.StephanieCornell&lt;/strong&gt;: Yeah, sorry Ellie for making you feel like an outcast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EllieChic&lt;/strong&gt;: WHO SAID I FEEL LIKE A FREAKING OUTCAST!!!!Listen her you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KittyKat&lt;/strong&gt;: Watch it Ellie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss.StpehanieCornell&lt;/strong&gt;: Um, it seems like Little Miss. Temper Tantrum over there, is turning into jelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EllieChic&lt;/strong&gt;: I am not turning jealous!Or even into jelly! You're just using Kat, she's you're little decoy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KittyKat&lt;/strong&gt;: Shut up Ellie, because that is not ture! Stephanie said that she was sorry and that I wasn't her decoy, her friends pushed her into making me do all their work. So just shut the hell up Ellie, just shut up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EllieChic&lt;/strong&gt;: You know what Kat, I hope you and you're friend here have a good life together, but don't come back crying to me when things go wrong, because what you're saying to me seems like she is the type of friend who is always going to be there for you through thick and thin. Good luck in life Kathleen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[EllieChic logs off]&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KittyKat&lt;/strong&gt;: Does this mean we are through as friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[KittyKat logs off]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Miss.StephanieCornell logs off]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"So you and Ellie aren't friends, huh?" Jacob asked, squniting eyes as he looked up at the sun. Jacob and Kathleen was in the cooling tent playing video games with the television blaring as Jacob layed across the ground staring out at the sun which was peeking through the tent. "I guess so, she hasn't e-mail me in 2 days" Kathleen stated. She was sitting in the corner, she brought her knees up to her chin and looked sadly at Jacob who looked as if he was in daydream mode. "She is so not your friend anymore, if I was her, I would've down the same thing. Minusing the curse words, I just wanted to say that" Jacob smiled, grabbing a can of RedBull. He turned off the video game and turned on the cable. "I guess I did deserved that after saying hell like two times" Kathleen said sulking. "Come on Kat, don't beat your self down like that you've got me" Jacob said, handing her a RedBull. "I know that, but your a guy, how can I talk about my boy problems, actually, my girl problems with a guy. You would be grossed out, I guarantee that 100%" Kathleen stated slowly drinking the cold RedBull. "You can picture me as a girl, only without breasts and some special organs" Jacob joked. Kathleen laughed at him and RedBull came out of her mouth, Jacob helped but to turn red when he saw the RedBull come out her mouth. "I'm sorry about that" "No, it's okay Kat, it's pretty much normal" He handed her a napkin, she looked up into his eyes. She saw something in his eyes and saw something she never saw before, the next thing she knew she had kissed Jacob on the lips and Stephanie came in as she looked in shock of what Jacob and Kathleen was doing. They quickly parted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ellie had no explaination of why she wanted a cigarette when she never smoken before, but somehow she still wanted one, regardless. She left her bunk and pretended as if she was going to the bathroom when she was really going to meet Joisah at the big rock tonight. The other counselors who were on duty didn't saw her hiding behind the big rock as she waited for Joisah to come. Soon she saw Joisah dodging passed the volleyball net and running towards Ellie. "Sorry I was late, my bunk counselor was questioning me about where I was going, and I got the nerve to confess to him and told that I was going to meet you out here" Joisah explained, out of breath. "Wow, that is amazing" Ellie said without any excitment. "Is something wrong?" "No, not really it's just that I'm missing someone at the moment" "It's your guy friend, isn't it?" "Yeah Josiah, it's him, I think I just might be in love with him, but I think he isn't in love with me" Ellie confessed, looking down at the ground. Joisah lifted her chin up and kissed her on the lips. "It's okay Ellie, I hope we can still be friends?" Joisah stated, parting away from her. "Yeah, we can still be friends. Goodnight Joisah" Ellie reonciled. He waved goodbye to her and dodged pass tthe counselor. Ellie went back to the bunk where she saw the girls sucrried back to their beds, "I'm sorry what happen between you and Joisah, but tell me how was it like when Joisah kiss you?" one of girls aksed. "Yeah what was it like ?" the girls whispered in unison. "It was like fairy tale, like a prince sweeping you off your feet at a random moment" Ellie said sleeply. Shortly after Ellie was sound asleep, with the girls still whispering about how it would be like if Joisah kiss them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13277789204044655-2203468086936842432?l=twodifferentroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twodifferentroads.blogspot.com/feeds/2203468086936842432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13277789204044655&amp;postID=2203468086936842432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13277789204044655/posts/default/2203468086936842432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13277789204044655/posts/default/2203468086936842432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodifferentroads.blogspot.com/2008/02/part-three-color-war-locked-lips.html' title='Part Three: Color War Dreams &amp; Locked Lips'/><author><name>Chanel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16339717627837136426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/SarLET4a0PI/AAAAAAAAC3E/-c7kqXc1pK0/S220/001+copy+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R8CNUhXRxOI/AAAAAAAABEI/n8FRuUlzj0s/s72-c/200504841-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13277789204044655.post-1054680265786635091</id><published>2008-02-20T12:45:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T17:24:51.792-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Part Two: Summer Dreams Dwell Upon Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R794FRXRxII/AAAAAAAABDY/TcAkaDtuouI/s1600-h/200535316-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169982929200333954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R794FRXRxII/AAAAAAAABDY/TcAkaDtuouI/s400/200535316-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ellie walked through the school's hallways alone, thinking of anything that will possibly get her mind off summer camp. "Ellie, wait up! I need to talk to you" Jacob shouted acroos the hallway. He was running towards her but she kept on walking. "Ellie, you was right about what you said last night" He stated, hoping she'll smile at him and give him a hug. Instead she said "Good". "What's your problem?This morning you didn't come upto me like you normally do or even came and walked with me to my locker at lunch. Is something wrong, between us?" "Jacob, is that all you ever think about! Us? There is no us, there was never an Ellie and Jacob! It was always Ellie, Jacob and Kathleen. There was never an us Jacob" Ellie stated, she walked away from him and started to walk home. Jacob stood in the same spot watching Ellie cross the street, he walked back to his locker and gather up his stuff. "I heard what happened today between you and Ellie. I guess you guys broken up because she is going to summer camp this summer. You've got to be totally bummed out" Kathleen stated, as they waited for their ice cream cones. "She said there was no us, wait what are you talking about anyhow? She isn't going to summer camp . . . . .so that is what she was trying to tell me yesterday" Jacob realized. "So you guys weren't going out after all. But yeah, her mom is sending out to Camp Ralph &amp;amp; Rose Hittman for 2 whole weeks. You know how much Mrs. Johansen loves that toothpaste commerical guy with his "gender" problems" Kathleen joked. Jacob and Kathleen was at the local beach walking across the boardwalk which was full with people, Jacob looked to his right to see if Ellie was there slurping her Coco Cola, but all he saw was a little boy holding his mother hands licking his Strawberry Nut ice cream away as if it was his last ice cream he'll ever have again before the world comes to an end. Kathleen and Jacob stopped midway between the boardwalk to get the good view of the fisherman fishing for fish, only hoping that he'll fall in the water again after he felt a tug on his fishing line when it was really one of those rotten kids who always tricks him. When he did fall, niether one of them laugh because they didn't hear the sweet laughter of Ellie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Ellie Johansen and Janelle Fillips, you will be going to bunk Cherokee," said the Counselor . "Uh, Rebecca I'll need you to bring Ms. Johansen back to me, I need to talk to her" he said, nodding his head in agreement. "Yes Jack" Rebecca responded. Ellie tugged on her suitcase as she tugged it on the curved road. The ride from New York City to Upstate New York didn't seem too long to Ellie, only 3 hours. The place was like an old Indian tribe ground, the lake was large and had certain areas where the children can swim. There was about 10 bunks, the boys and girls were separated. The girls' bunks were on the grounds while the boys' bunks were in the hills. It was nice and cool, the sun beamed nicely down at the lake and the trees surround the camp like it was protecting them danger. "This is where your bunk is, Cherokee" Rebecca beamed. "Rebbecca, do you mind if I call you Becky? Anyways, do you guys have computers here?" "Yeah, they computers are in the hills. Sure, you can all me Becky but don't worry about the hills it's not like moutains and stones it's just a lot of tree trunks and tree branches not to mention lots of dirt" Rebecca stated, her beaming happiness fading away. "Thanks Becky". Ellie walked in and saw the other girls laughing and brushing their hair. "You must be our new camper, I'm Jasmine" she said, holding out her hand. "Ellie. Ellie Johansen" she responded, shaking her hand. Ellie sat down on the lower bunk bed in the back by the cabinets and the windows. "Josiah is so cute, too bad he isn't paying attention none of the girls here" one of the campers said. The campers were outside for break time, some where playing marbles and others were discovering nature or just talking. Ellie was sitting on the rock, she brought her drawing notebook with her. As she was flipping through the notebook she stopped at a drawing of Jaocb, with a laughing smile on his face. She smiled at the picture remembering the three of them sitting on docks at the beach laughing at the people who pass by, sometimes they'll go over to Coney Island and watch people try to win items but loss no matter how hard the try. "You drew that?" a boy asked, sitting next to her. "Yeah, that's my boy--guy friend" Ellie said, remembering what she said to Jacob. "Your a really good artist, I can't draw like that but I can draw" He beamed. Ellie didn't rsponded this time, instead she pondered over the fact about how everyone in this camp always beaming down at each other. Wasn't there any drama? "What's your name?" the boy asked. "Ellie Johansen. How about you?" "Joisah Perish"He said, squinting his eyes as he looked across the lake in the distance. Ellie suddenly beamed back at him but then it quickly disappered as she realize what she had done. The girls from her bunk we're sitting on the bench by the valley where they were watching and whispering at each other glaring at Ellie and Joisah. Ellie gets up and walked into the bunk, she needed some luaghter to fill her blood vains and the only person who can do that was Kathleen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;E-Mail Conversation: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EllieChic&lt;/strong&gt;: Hey Kat, how's it going over there . . . . .in New York? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[KittyKat logs on]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KittyKat&lt;/strong&gt;: Nothing much really. It's just a borning summer without you, I'm glad you e-mailed us but I wasn't expecting you to e-mail us on the first day this fast just into 5 hours!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EllieChic&lt;/strong&gt;: Doesn't seem like I care??I'm not even allowed to bring electronics but my counselor said it's okay mainly because I told her I need to e-mail my mom which is partly true, but I also wanted to keep in touch with you guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KittyKat&lt;/strong&gt;: I thought you will be the new and improve Ellie Johansen! But I see you'll be returning as the trashy mouted Ellie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EllieChic&lt;/strong&gt;: I can't beileve you'll even think that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KittyKat&lt;/strong&gt;: Moving on, the t tempture is high in New York! Jacob and I were trying to cool off with some ice cream by the boardwalk but that didn't work out one bit, so now we're in this large cooling tent that my mom set up for us and it's cool in here otherwise. We also have tons of ice cream in the freezer. Jacob and I are also thinking about sleeping here since there is two beds in here. So did you met a cute boy yet or were they any after all? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EllieChic&lt;/strong&gt;: I see you guys are going up to summer expectations without me so far but I not too bummed out about it anyhow. On the other hand, I have met a cute boy his name is Joisah and his pretty cool but I think he is vry intrested in me that much. I wouldn't expect anyhow, he even saw the portrait I drew of . . . . .uh, just forget it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KittyKat&lt;/strong&gt;: Jacob?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EllieChic&lt;/strong&gt;: What are you talking you about? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KittyKat&lt;/strong&gt;: He saw the portrait of Jacob he drew last summer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EllieChic&lt;/strong&gt;: Damn you are so good at letting me spilled out my secrets, but I can never do that with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KittyKat&lt;/strong&gt;: Yeah. It's amazing isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EllieChic&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Awkward&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KittyKat&lt;/strong&gt;: Yeah, well I got to go and head out to Lamb's lame house party. He is having the lame house party way too early, it's way better when it's at night. Ah, good memories, good memories. . . . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EllieChic&lt;/strong&gt;: Thanks for rubbing it Kat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[EllieChic logs off] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[KittyKat logs off] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Stephanie swung her foot as she was silently grunting in pain. Her stomach had a black and blue bruised brushed against her stomach and her lower lip was busted. She could remember everything that just happen, only a half hour ago. She just came back in from a night of shopping with her friends. Her mother was sitting at the table witha large bottle of Vodka on the table next to her, half empty. When she came in, her mother was staring dead at her, slowly getting up from her chair, "Close that door" she said in low drunken voice. Stephanie gulped and shut the door but her hand was still clasped onto the doorknob. She staggered up to Stephanie, "Where have you been? You left me here in this house all alone" Her mother said. The heavy smell of alcohol felt like it was suffocating Stephanie, her mother run her index finger softly across Stephanie's smooth porcelain skin "My little girl is growing up, growing up so fast," she said in a sweet voice. "But that doesn't give you the right to hang out with those donwright dirty girls and boys out there. You suppose to be here with your mother not with those bums out there who doesn't care about you not even if you fall into a pit of cement and become a sidewalk!" Her mother suddenly shouted. Her mother began throwing punches and kicks screaming and cursing. "You like all those other bums out there who think they got everything. . . . ." her mother stated murmuring curse words. Stephanie walked to the bathroom mirror and search for a compass, once she found the math tool she removed the pencil, then she took the sharp edge and cut her arm close by the wrist. She watched the pure blood drip into the sink in heavy plops. She wiped the blood away and put rubbing alochol to soothe the cut. She went into her bed, she knew her father had already came home and her mother was asleep probably with another bottle of alcohol by her side. Next door, in the guest bedroom, Stephanie can here the noise coming from there. No one is ever in that room, ever since she lost her grandfather, the only person who could've been there was her father and a lady friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;E-Mail Conversation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DJJacob&lt;/strong&gt;: Ellie, how come you haven't e-mail us for six days now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EllieChic&lt;/strong&gt;: Jacob! I miss you guys so much I was so caught in my . . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DJJacob&lt;/strong&gt;: Caught up in your what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EllieChic&lt;/strong&gt;: My new relationship, with my boyfriend Joisah. . . . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DJJacob&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh, well, I'm here for you and I'm happy for you Ellie. Kat wants to speak to you anyhow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[DJJacob logs off]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[KittyKat logs on]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KittyKat&lt;/strong&gt;: I can't beileve you move on that fast! But are you &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;over Jacob? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EllieChic&lt;/strong&gt;: It's not like I have strong feelings for him, just feelings, you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KittyKat&lt;/strong&gt;: So what you're trying to say is that your in a basic love triangle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EllieChic&lt;/strong&gt;: How I'm I suppose to know! Aren't you the one who get me through my social awkwardness and parental issues, now you're dealing with my love problems! It's unbeileveable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KittyKat&lt;/strong&gt;: Actually, no, I'm not the one you should go to. You should go to Charlie Bartlett!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EllieChic&lt;/strong&gt;: Kat, Charlie Bartlett is a fictional character. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KittyKat&lt;/strong&gt;: I know that, can't a be just a bit sarcastic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EllieChic&lt;/strong&gt;: Later on in life when we don't have to deal with problems like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kitty Kat&lt;/strong&gt;: Look Ellie, if you have feelings for both of them then you need to find out which one you're more in love with, you're best guy friend or the cute camper boy you've met only 4 days ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[KittyKat logs off] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[EllieChic logs off] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hMhPKQpTBI0&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hMhPKQpTBI0&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13277789204044655-1054680265786635091?l=twodifferentroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twodifferentroads.blogspot.com/feeds/1054680265786635091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13277789204044655&amp;postID=1054680265786635091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13277789204044655/posts/default/1054680265786635091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13277789204044655/posts/default/1054680265786635091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodifferentroads.blogspot.com/2008/02/part-two-summer-dreams-dwell-upon-me.html' title='Part Two: Summer Dreams Dwell Upon Me'/><author><name>Chanel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16339717627837136426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/SarLET4a0PI/AAAAAAAAC3E/-c7kqXc1pK0/S220/001+copy+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R794FRXRxII/AAAAAAAABDY/TcAkaDtuouI/s72-c/200535316-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13277789204044655.post-6398585397448171842</id><published>2008-02-16T13:30:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T17:22:38.482-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Part One: E-Mail Conversations &amp; Things We Forgotten</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R7xaxhXRxAI/AAAAAAAABCY/LgisAzPLRM4/s1600-h/72549789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169106279130579970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R7xaxhXRxAI/AAAAAAAABCY/LgisAzPLRM4/s400/72549789.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The sun peeked through the dirty glass window and reflected off of the wooden table, shining into Ellie's eyes. Putting her hands in front of her eyes she saw Jacob coming down the hallway, his bobbing to the music coming from his iPod. Ellie got up from the chair and went behind the single file of students coming out of Science class. "Hey Jacob," she said, tapping him lightly on the shoulders. Her bookbag was slung across her shoulders, and her hair was just the way she wanted it nice and neat. "Can you beileve that summer is already here! I can smell the burning rubber from the water balloons that is filling up my nostrils" Ellie continued, grining happily. Jacob liked Ellie's smile it was the sweet and inoccent smile when he knew that Ellie had the reckless smile when she always think of spending the summer with her friends. "Just the same old Ellie Johansen I've known" Jacob said, opening his locker door taking out his math notebook. "I hate when you do that the whole end-of-the-sumer lecture, it is time for some new trends, it's about time isn't?" Ellie said kicking her feet up against the wall with her back leaning against the locker doors. "I don't think it's about time to change, it is not even New Year's Eve yet!" Jacob answered back. "It's our New Year's Eve" Ellie claimed. Kathleen came around the hallway with a stack of paper in her hands. "Kat, where you going?" Ellie called after her. "Sorry,I've got to go . . . .the popualrs made me do their science project or else they would dunk my head into Mr. Dibbs spitoon!" Kathleen said. Ellie watched her speed of into the cafeteria and give the dumb populars their science project neatly filed. "Jacob, don't you think that we should at least tell the populars to back off of Kat, they think of her as their little decoy or something" Ellie said, peeling back her tangerine. "So they can dunk our heads into toilets where human waste is displace?" Jacob stated, proving his point very well. "You just ruin my appetite for this tangerine, a matter of fact, for my entire lunch" Ellie pushed her lunch away from her in disgust. Jacob tried not to look Ellie in the face because of what happened the last time, he was staring into Ellie's eyes and Kathleen noticed he had a thing for Ellie and she blurted it out to Ellie but she didn't beileve her anyhow. But they were &lt;em&gt;alone&lt;/em&gt;, in Ellie's room where they usually go for their lunch and free period. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ellie thought that Jacob was cute after all but she rather keep it quiet since they are other girls in the school who drool over him, at these times Ellie pretends to be disgusted by them but really she wants to fight back. Soon they heard Kathleen coming up the stairs with her lunch in her hand. She was wearing her regular blue jeans and short white long sleeve with her dark wispy curls in a ponytail as if she was a hot local farmer's daughter who only milks cows. "Sorry I'm late, I hope you guys weren't doing anything when I was gone" Kathleen hinted, winking flirtiously. "Okay, whatever you're talking about I just don't want to here what is going on between you two" Ellie laughed. "There is nothing going on between us!" Jacob and Kathleen said in unison. "I was joking you guys, we're here to discuss our summer vacation plans" Ellie stated, shaking her summer notebook. Jacob and Kathleen sat beside her on the bed, with their heads lean against the wall lazily. Jacob peeked over Ellie's shoulder inhaling her favorite perfume deeply. "I don't know Ellie, what if you're Mom comes up with a summer plan already in store for you. . . .but not for us?" Kathleen questioned. "My mom don't plan summer plans without me knowing, she doesn't do plans, she lets me plan my summer vacation" Ellie stated. "I have an idea, how about this summer we'll try to get our first kiss" Jacob said. Kathleen smiled and Ellie bite her eraser "I like that idea Jacob" Ellie smiled. Soon ideas were jotted down and they choose the one they were going to do this summer. "We've got to head back to school, it's almost last period" Kathleen said, getting up from the bed and already down the stairs, then out of the door. Ellie and Jacob stayed behind and cleaned up everything. "Thanks for helping me Jacob. I was thinking maybe you want to stay over tonight for dinner with my family?" Ellie asked. "Uh, sorry Ellie I've got help my Mom out tonight with dinner. My Dad isn't going to make it tonight anyhow, it's snowing in Tulsa" Jacob said. "It's okay, lets just get to school" Ellie said, grabbing up bookbag. Jacob gave her a peck on the cheek and quickly went down the stairs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ellie smiled and walked behind him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ellie walked home the same day leaving Jacob on the bus, she didn't feel like sitting next to him and talk about the things that no one could ever understand. she thought it was sweet when Jacob gave her that kiss on her cheek and walked away instead of seeing her reaction. But she didn't care for the kiss on the cheek. "Mom,I'm home" Ellie said, shuffling across the carpet looking like the female version of Ozzy Osbourne. "Hey Ellie, I have to talk to you" her mom responded. Ellie plopped down on one of the couches and stared at her mother feeling the need to gnaw on her fingernails. "Honey, I know you always hang out with Jacob and Kathleen every summer," Ellie rolled her eyes in disgust as she heard the word "Jacob" rolled against her mother's tounge and then came out of her plump ruby red lips. "So, I decide to send you to camp. . . .Ellie, are you listening?" her mother said. Ellie snapped out of her daydream and was fully listening to her mother, "Sorry Mom, so what were saying now?" Ellie asked. "I said you are going to camp, Camp Ralph &amp;amp; Rose Hittman" her mother stated with a stern look on her face. "You can't do this to me, you know that I always spend the summer with Kat and Jacob. You're only sending me to camp because you want some alone time with freaking toothpaste guy, besides he got problems with his--" "What your mouth young lady! I've told you already about that trashy mouth of yours" her mother shouted, sticking her finger in Ellie's face. "Whatever you say mom, I'll pack my stuff" Ellie said. When he mother turned her back, Ellie crossed her arms across her chest and mouthed the F word at her, then stomped off into her bedroom and slammed the door shut. She wasn't packing at all, she was silently crying and silently venting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;E-Mail Conversation: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EllieChic&lt;/strong&gt;: Hey Jacob, I'm sorry for leaving you on the bus this evening. I just didn't felt like talking about crap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DJJacob:&lt;/strong&gt; It's alright, besides I was talking to Stephanie Cornell this evening on the bus. . . . .she seems really sweet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EllieChic&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh. . . .that's great, you guys will probably be seeing more of each other!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DJJacob&lt;/strong&gt;: What are talking about Ellie. . . .is this about the kiss, we had at free period?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EllieChic&lt;/strong&gt;: No Jacob! You know what, just forget it I'm logging off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[EllieChic logs off]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DJJacob&lt;/strong&gt;: Ellie. . . . .Ellie are you there? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[DJJacob logs off]&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[KittyKat logs on]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KittyKat&lt;/strong&gt;: Ellie, girly-girl are you on! I'm bored here I need some trash talk about those "populars" from you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[EllieChic logs on]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EllieChic&lt;/strong&gt;: Hey Kat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KittyKat&lt;/strong&gt;: Wow, only two words?!?!?! I wouldn't except that from Ellie Johansen the GREAT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EllieChic&lt;/strong&gt;: *Laughing* You can always brighten up day Kat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KittyKat&lt;/strong&gt;: I know, I'm like Little Miss. Sunshine around you guys, then I'm like total Little Miss. Decoy or something. There is two sides of me Ellie, the one who always brighten up peoples day and the other is the one everyone in school knows about, the decoy. If the brighter side of me wouldn't just hide underneath the decoy then everyone would know the real Kathleen Riverbed. I wish we lived in a world where the was only normal human beings, where evryone could reconcile everyone's difference. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EllieChic&lt;/strong&gt;: Wow. . .Kat I never knew you can be this deep. How come you couldn't write your poem like that, instead of 'Oh how the tables has turned"? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KittyKat&lt;/strong&gt;: Ellie, your always making fun of someone, but I like it when you make fun of me though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EllieChic&lt;/strong&gt;: Kat? Can I ask you a question?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KittyKat&lt;/strong&gt;: Shoot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EllieChic&lt;/strong&gt;: How come you never talk about your parents? Don't you have parental issues? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KittyKat&lt;/strong&gt;: Ellie, I don't want to talk about this. Besides, I've got to go and . . . . . eat some jellybeans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[KittyKat logs off]&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EllieChic&lt;/strong&gt;: Eat some jellybeans?!?! You can't be serious Kat? Kat? Kat? UGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[EllieChic logs off]&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Stephanie sat on her window sill, her laptop perched on top of her neatly shaven tanned legs. She waited for anyone to appear online of her e-mailing list but suddenly her Sidekick LX began vibrating, she picked up the phone and looked at the number. It was a number she never heard or even had listed onto her phone but she still picked it up. "Hello, Stephanie Cornell here" she said, in her best flirty voice. "Hey Stephanie, it's me Jacob" He stated. Jacob sounded nerveous as if he witness a murder. "Oh Jacob, how are you?" Stephanie questioned, her voice sounding flat. "I'm fine I was thinking about--" "You know what Jacob, I would really love it if you e-mail me, it's much more better" Stephanie interrupted. "Uh, sure we can chat over e-mail". He hanged up the phone and he suddenly appeared on her list. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;E-Mail Conversation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DJJacob&lt;/strong&gt;: Hi Stephanie, again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss.StephanieCornell&lt;/strong&gt;: Hi Jacob, do you know I love fashion? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DJJacob&lt;/strong&gt;: No, but I was hoping we can talk about what I was talking about on the phone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss.StephanieCornell&lt;/strong&gt;: My all-time favorite band Metro Station!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DJJacob&lt;/strong&gt;: Yeah, that sure is intresting Stephanie. But were aren't talking about you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss.StephanieCornell&lt;/strong&gt;: Almost everyday, after school, I always go onto YouTube just to read this story called " A Jonas Romance" by this girl named Jenna. She is such a great author.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DJJacob&lt;/strong&gt;: Stephanie can we just please get back to the shorten talk we had on the phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss.StephanieCornell&lt;/strong&gt;: Yeah, sure, whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DJJacob&lt;/strong&gt;: Thank You, I was wondering do you want eat lunch with Ellie, Kat, and I? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss.StephanieCornell&lt;/strong&gt;: Are you freaking serious?!?! *Laughing* that is a good one Jacob. You eased my hunger just now with that joke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DJJacob&lt;/strong&gt;: It wasn't a joke Stephanie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss.StephanieCornell&lt;/strong&gt;: You're like all the pathetic losers I met on the bus before, you losers always fall my trap with a guy they think I want to date them, for a girl they think I want to be their friend. Don't you understand we come from different places, loser! Didn't you see tht I was using you, for a hour and half you were my little decoy, I ruffled your "luscious" short curly hair and made you blushed and got you away from your iPod. But you wouldn't even done that if it was Ellie Johansen wouldn't you? Adios, loser!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Miss.StephanieCornell logs off]&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DJJacob&lt;/strong&gt;: I guess I was wrong about you after all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[DJJacob logs off]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ellie slowly peeled off her clothes while waiting for the water to get hot as she went to take a shower. Her eyes were red and puffy as if she aten something she was allgeric to. Her eyes were burning her from crying so much about going to camp, she tried to think of the brighter side of things about going to camp. But nothing was bright about going to camp, she was planning to runaway but her mother would know where to find and telll the cops where to exactly find her, in one of the abandon houses across town. She loathed her mother for knowing her secret runaway places but she had already runaway before, when she was five years old. It wasn't exactly runing away because she was suffering with her mother, she just saw this boy and she was amazed by his yellow colored hair and wanted to see if he used a highlighter to make it yellow. So she followed him home, but soon she lost track of him and she thought he'll appear again if she hide one of the abandon houses. Soon, the police found her sitting the dark happily singing "Yellow Haired Boy". Ellie stepped into the shower and let the hot water pound against her face and let the water run down her body, going into the drain. "Ellie, I bought you some Strawberry PopTart and a glass of milk, since you didn't come out to eat dinner. I'll leave it in front of your door, goodnight" her mother said, outside of the door. Ellie heard her mom weep softly but she didn't care about the pain she gave to her mother. but it wasn't only her anyhow, it was her father too. For leaving them her just because he had some "business work" to do. Ellie knew he wasn't going away for business work, he was going back to his ex-wife, to live with her in Georgia. Ellie was shivering since the heat hasn't come up yet, but she closed eyes and shortly after, she fell asleep forgetting about the treat left outside of her bedroom door. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13277789204044655-6398585397448171842?l=twodifferentroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twodifferentroads.blogspot.com/feeds/6398585397448171842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13277789204044655&amp;postID=6398585397448171842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13277789204044655/posts/default/6398585397448171842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13277789204044655/posts/default/6398585397448171842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodifferentroads.blogspot.com/2008/02/part-one-randomness.html' title='Part One: E-Mail Conversations &amp; Things We Forgotten'/><author><name>Chanel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16339717627837136426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/SarLET4a0PI/AAAAAAAAC3E/-c7kqXc1pK0/S220/001+copy+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R7xaxhXRxAI/AAAAAAAABCY/LgisAzPLRM4/s72-c/72549789.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13277789204044655.post-5620587756364729174</id><published>2008-02-15T21:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T14:00:26.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>About The Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R7cV3xXRw2I/AAAAAAAABBI/Q5MbV5jqvJE/s1600-h/73667007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167623145318892386" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R7cV3xXRw2I/AAAAAAAABBI/Q5MbV5jqvJE/s400/73667007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Chanel here, with a brand new story. This story actually inspired me by listening to this song called "Elephant As Big As Whales" [I know it is a strange title] by PlayRadioPlay! and in my Social Studies and English class I've been learning about the Holocaust, since we're reading the Diary of Anne Frank. So I deleted the other two because I felt it was bringing me back to The Things They Don;t Tell You and I wanted to get away from that. So while sitting on the computer, on YouTube watching The Outsiders verison of "Elephants As Big As Whales" and I just like the bright light bulb in my head, but this wasn't the first time the "light bulb went off". It has been going off lately when I'm on the school bus listening to my iPod, but it wasn't so much about the characters or plot of the story, it was more of the structure of the chapters making it different from the other story. Just a few creative ideas, that is all. So here is something you need to know about Two Different Roads. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Characters&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R7ZL4xXRwkI/AAAAAAAAA-4/LJ-Ht883Cvk/s1600-h/z74510928.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167401061149950530" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R7ZL4xXRwkI/AAAAAAAAA-4/LJ-Ht883Cvk/s200/z74510928.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R7ZMRxXRwlI/AAAAAAAAA_A/5XRgfLuNffc/s1600-h/z102111295.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167401490646680146" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R7ZMRxXRwlI/AAAAAAAAA_A/5XRgfLuNffc/s200/z102111295.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R7ZMSRXRwmI/AAAAAAAAA_I/B4wTkai46T8/s1600-h/z94599172.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167401499236614754" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R7ZMSRXRwmI/AAAAAAAAA_I/B4wTkai46T8/s200/z94599172.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ellie Johansen: the free-spirted girl who doesn't let anyone on her case and aslo the one known for a trashy mouth which she has to watch around people. But one she is seperated from her two best friends, she is unsure about everything in the world. Feeling like she already loosing her personailty without her friends, she is going to return home with big emotional ride when secrets are revealed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Theme Song: "Decoy"- Paramore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R7ZOHxXRwpI/AAAAAAAAA_g/fRB0sakBGsU/s1600-h/z121470359.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167403517871243922" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R7ZOHxXRwpI/AAAAAAAAA_g/fRB0sakBGsU/s200/z121470359.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R7ZOHRXRwnI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/HJvpudwCJq0/s1600-h/0008.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167403509281309298" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R7ZOHRXRwnI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/HJvpudwCJq0/s200/0008.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R7ZOHhXRwoI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/XNGJB19wGDY/s1600-h/z121470361.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167403513576276610" style="" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R7ZOHhXRwoI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/XNGJB19wGDY/s200/z121470361.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kathleen Riverbed: mostly known as the "little decoy" who has been used repeatedly by the populars but she has gotten used it. She is the pessimistic person out of the group to the others she seems pretty optimistic for a pessimistic. But Kathleen has been hiding secrets of her own, she beileves she can't confide in anyone even her own parents. But when the table turns, Kathleen begins to totter trying to keep everything uderwraps, but how longer can she keep there? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Theme Song: "I'm Pretty Pressimistic, for a Optimistic"- Paramore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R7ZQIRXRwqI/AAAAAAAAA_o/23McOSui7Nc/s1600-h/z116080770.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167405725484434082" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R7ZQIRXRwqI/AAAAAAAAA_o/23McOSui7Nc/s200/z116080770.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R7ZQIhXRwrI/AAAAAAAAA_w/fKDyDqtnzfs/s1600-h/johnny.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167405729779401394" style="" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R7ZQIhXRwrI/AAAAAAAAA_w/fKDyDqtnzfs/s200/johnny.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R7ZQIhXRwsI/AAAAAAAAA_4/Iju9AHC113M/s1600-h/z121231327.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167405729779401410" style="" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R7ZQIhXRwsI/AAAAAAAAA_4/Iju9AHC113M/s200/z121231327.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jacob Mason: the only guy friend of Ellie &amp;amp; Kathleen who actually enjoys hanging out with them mainly because. . . . .well, they're different from those rich girls in his school. But he even found out his love for Ellie, until she left to go to camp for the summer. When she comes back she isn't really isn't the same Ellie he has known since his middle school career. But is it just him or is it just her who is really changing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Theme Song: "Drivin' Me Wild"- Common + Lily Allen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R7cNzxXRwtI/AAAAAAAABAA/CRwz01Z-uCk/s1600-h/71yw46x.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167614280506393298" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R7cNzxXRwtI/AAAAAAAABAA/CRwz01Z-uCk/s200/71yw46x.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R7cN2hXRwuI/AAAAAAAABAI/it0-p9WfVWM/s1600-h/z46836592.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167614327751033570" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R7cN2hXRwuI/AAAAAAAABAI/it0-p9WfVWM/s200/z46836592.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R7cN3BXRwvI/AAAAAAAABAQ/JSq9HbAMlIs/s1600-h/z41919174.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167614336340968178" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R7cN3BXRwvI/AAAAAAAABAQ/JSq9HbAMlIs/s200/z41919174.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Stephanie Cornell: the popular girl of the school, the one who has her very own special decoy. But by night Stephanie isn't anything from popular instead of suffering with choosing between a Sidekick and the new collection of Louis Vuitton bags, she suffers more with her Mom's alcoholic problems at home and her Dad coming home every night with different woman. Even though she teases Ellie, Kathleen and Jacob she goes to them to seek help but soon she gets tnagle into the mess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Theme Song; "Over You"- Daughtr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R7cQVhXRwwI/AAAAAAAABAY/2TbR-u7fcoY/s1600-h/z108470184.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167617059350233858" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R7cQVhXRwwI/AAAAAAAABAY/2TbR-u7fcoY/s200/z108470184.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R7cQYRXRwyI/AAAAAAAABAo/HtKwk9bBt9g/s1600-h/z31178824.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167617106594874146" style="" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R7cQYRXRwyI/AAAAAAAABAo/HtKwk9bBt9g/s200/z31178824.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R7cQXxXRwxI/AAAAAAAABAg/9wm8Wz-eIPE/s1600-h/72jqdqd.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167617098004939538" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R7cQXxXRwxI/AAAAAAAABAg/9wm8Wz-eIPE/s200/72jqdqd.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Elephant As Big As Whales"- PlayRadioPlay!= Main Song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"California"- Phantom Planet = Main Song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Shake It"- Metro Station = Main Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Over You" - Daughtry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Decoy"- Paramore = Theme Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"I'm Pretty Pessmistic, for a Optimistic"- Paramore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Drivin' Me Wild"- Common + Lily Allen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Breakble"- Ingrid Michealson = Main Song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Rewind"- Paramore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Plot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R7cSNRXRwzI/AAAAAAAABAw/susijZNGJD4/s1600-h/z117765804.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167619116639568690" style="" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R7cSNRXRwzI/AAAAAAAABAw/susijZNGJD4/s200/z117765804.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R7cSNhXRw0I/AAAAAAAABA4/sb0mM-b7a3A/s1600-h/th_aljaj.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167619120934536002" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R7cSNhXRw0I/AAAAAAAABA4/sb0mM-b7a3A/s200/th_aljaj.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R7cSNxXRw1I/AAAAAAAABBA/cQexfd7-RCw/s1600-h/z117163943.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167619125229503314" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R7cSNxXRw1I/AAAAAAAABBA/cQexfd7-RCw/s200/z117163943.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ellie, Kathleen and Jacob has been the trio for their alomst entire life, and summer vacation was their time to go to carnival night, have water balloon fights and their time to go to lame house parties. But when Ellie mother decides to bring Ellie to summer camp for 2 weeks it's their first time being separated for two whole weeks. When Ellie returns, she is in for something she has hoped she'll never experince in her lifetime as her teenager, but it is already happening. Ellie's mother always told her that one day she'll face two different roads one day, but Ellie always though it was just a joke but she realize that her mother was right after. There is a thing such as &lt;em&gt;Two Different Roads&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ellie Johansen. The spunky 13 year old with a trashy mouth and the "little bundle of contractions". But what happens when your mother sent you to summer camp for 2 weeks and when you return back home again you felt as if you world as been spun around until everything turned crazy adn unbeileveable as well as people who made fun of you for almost your enitre life comes around and wants your help. It is all too much to handle for Ellie Johansen and on top of that she has deals with love on her hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kathleen Riverbed. The 13 year old who is pretty pessimistic, for an optimistic and the one who is the geeky/SoHo/artist. Even though she is the decoy of the school, she isn't anything but a good friend to Ellie and Jacob. But when her secrets are revealed, she tries to keep the others underwraps. Nothing else can't possibly get worst? Can it? Yes, it can get worse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jacob Mason. The 13 year old boy out of the whole entire group. Even though he is known as the peacemaker, he doesn't realize that he isn't looking through the mirror anymore and realizing the changes in him. When he realizes that he is digonsed with Type 1 diabetes, he tries to keep on living but when he realizes his love for Ellie there is nothing but to confess everything to her, even the ones she might not even want to here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Stephanie Cornell. The 13 year old popular student who seems like she has the perfect life. But nobody's perfect, even Stephanie. By night, she is Stephanie Cornell: daughter of alocholic mother and a father who comes home with other woman in the night. When she isn't hanging with her popular friends, she is with Ellie, Kathleen and Jacob trying to figure out things in their life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Video&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R7coLxXRw3I/AAAAAAAABBQ/mFELl8khyQI/s1600-h/z123131354.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167643280125576050" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R7coLxXRw3I/AAAAAAAABBQ/mFELl8khyQI/s200/z123131354.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R7coMBXRw4I/AAAAAAAABBY/8GnTXXfFpyY/s1600-h/q57873267.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167643284420543362" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R7coMBXRw4I/AAAAAAAABBY/8GnTXXfFpyY/s200/q57873267.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R7coMRXRw5I/AAAAAAAABBg/LevAaq81xaI/s1600-h/z66125509.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167643288715510674" style="" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R7coMRXRw5I/AAAAAAAABBg/LevAaq81xaI/s200/z66125509.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s1O26b-lkDw&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s1O26b-lkDw&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=s1O26b-lkDw"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=s1O26b-lkDw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13277789204044655-5620587756364729174?l=twodifferentroads.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twodifferentroads.blogspot.com/feeds/5620587756364729174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13277789204044655&amp;postID=5620587756364729174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13277789204044655/posts/default/5620587756364729174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13277789204044655/posts/default/5620587756364729174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twodifferentroads.blogspot.com/2008/02/about-story.html' title='About The Story'/><author><name>Chanel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16339717627837136426</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/SarLET4a0PI/AAAAAAAAC3E/-c7kqXc1pK0/S220/001+copy+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8XKX9pCM3MY/R7cV3xXRw2I/AAAAAAAABBI/Q5MbV5jqvJE/s72-c/73667007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
