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		<title>It&#8217;s kind of Sad actually&#8230;</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[I haven&#8217;t had an actual post in a while! Haha. : ) Well, I guess I should say what&#8217;s been happening&#8230; So&#8230;my last real post was my Creative Writing story? Yes, well, I got an amazing 98% on that story, but that teacher is still being a right bitch. She hates me, haha. Oh well, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=briiiana.wordpress.com&amp;blog=9506867&amp;post=72&amp;subd=briiiana&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="color:#00ccff;">I haven&#8217;t had an actual post in a while!</span></p>
<p><span style="color:#00ccff;">Haha. : )</span></p>
<p><span style="color:#00ccff;">Well, I guess I should say what&#8217;s been happening&#8230;</span></p>
<p><span style="color:#00ccff;">So&#8230;my last real post was my Creative Writing story? Yes, well, I got an amazing 98% on that story, but that teacher is still being a right bitch. She hates me, haha. Oh well, at least I have four other teachers who like me! </span></p>
<p><span style="color:#00ccff;">Uhm&#8230;so I got my senior pictures in and everything, and they look amazing. </span></p>
<p><span style="color:#00ccff;">I saw the Vampire&#8217;s Assistant last Saturday. And I must say, it was AWESOME. I&#8217;m totally buying it the day it comes out on DVD. The vampire guy totally almost bitch slaps the little boy and calls him &#8220;soft&#8221;. Haha. </span></p>
<p><span style="color:#00ccff;">I have to take Spanish at MCC cause my mom forced me to take German instead of Spanish, and now has changed her mind because I&#8217;d need Spanish more then German in a hospital. But then again, this is America, and we speak English, so I pretty much think that if you&#8217;re going to live here at least learn the basic &#8220;Help! I accidentally shot him in a gang war and now he&#8217;s dying come save him!&#8221; phrase. </span></p>
<p><span style="color:#00ccff;"> Uhm&#8230;I picked out the University I am dead-set on going to and visited it. I must saw it is pretty much awesome. The dorms are cool, they have an amazing (and competitive) nursing program, and their mascot is NOT REAL. How cool is that? Seriously, I&#8217;ll be a Griffon next year. And NO, it is not a real animal! Christ. How dumb can we get here, people?</span></p>
<p><span style="color:#00ccff;">Oh. I saw Bolt and Up! the other day, and they were equally amazing. Yay Disney for coming out with a movie thats actually pretty awesome. I&#8217;ve also decided that I&#8217;m going on a mission to get the thirty-odd movies on DVD from my past childhood, like Cinderella and Pocahontas so that when I have kids, they&#8217;ll know the true awesomeness of the Early Amazing Disney times. I&#8217;m also on a quest to find the two-disc Special Edition 1957 version of Alice in Wonderland. I found it on Ebay for $10, but sadly, I didn&#8217;t have $10. <img src='http://s0.wp.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_sad.gif' alt=':(' class='wp-smiley' /> </span></p>
<p><span style="color:#00ccff;">OH! GUESS WHAT GOES ON SALE MONDAY???? Bon Jovi tickets for their March 9th show!!! If you love me, you&#8217;ll get me some tickets! Haha. Just kidding. But seriously, that&#8217;d be amazing. </span></p>
<p>So anyways, I&#8217;m going to go do the dishes before I have to go to work, so bye!</p>
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		<description><![CDATA[So I got a 98% on that last narrative (for once&#8230;). So I&#8217;m pretty happy. And I know the college I&#8217;m going to&#8230;I&#8217;m so excited! I wish it was June so I could start registering for classes and such. Blah. Well hopefully I&#8217;ll update soon&#8230;this is just a quick post while I wait for Kara [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=briiiana.wordpress.com&amp;blog=9506867&amp;post=70&amp;subd=briiiana&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>So I got a 98% on that last narrative (for once&#8230;). So I&#8217;m pretty happy.</p>
<p>And I know the college I&#8217;m going to&#8230;I&#8217;m so excited! I wish it was June so I could start registering for classes and such.<br />
Blah. Well hopefully I&#8217;ll update soon&#8230;this is just a quick post while I wait for Kara to get here.</p>
<p>Oh, Runza party tonight, haha I made some pretty bomb oreo brownies! : )</p>
<p>Byes!</p>
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		<description><![CDATA[Wooh, it&#8217;s that time again, where I had to write another narrative, just so I can watch my crappy Creative Writing teacher grade it unfairly. : ( Boo. Anyways&#8230;I think this one is AMAZING. It&#8217;s really long though&#8230;Like, 13 pages? So&#8230;Happy reading! : D Btw, the different colors signal places you can stop reading, and [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=briiiana.wordpress.com&amp;blog=9506867&amp;post=64&amp;subd=briiiana&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Wooh, it&#8217;s that time again, where I had to write another narrative, just so I can watch my crappy Creative Writing teacher grade it unfairly. : ( Boo.</p>
<p>Anyways&#8230;I think this one is AMAZING. It&#8217;s really long though&#8230;Like, 13 pages? So&#8230;Happy reading! : D</p>
<p>Btw, the different colors signal places you can stop reading, and then continue on later if you so wish. I just tried to go through and find the places that would be okay to stop at, lol.</p>
<h1 style="text-align:center;">The New Generation</h1>
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<span style="white-space:pre;"> </span><span style="color:#ff0000;">Adelynne ran, clutching her bag to her chest. Buildings passed, and she jumped over trash cans and bushes. She could hear a group sprinting after her, their flashlight beams running across her.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"> </span></span><span style="color:#ff0000;">She wished she was anywhere but here, if she was caught, she&#8217;d be executed for sure. But, if she could get away, it&#8217;d be worth it. What she had stolen was worth millions, if she could get it to the meeting spot.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"> </span></span><span style="color:#ff0000;">Her gas-mask slipped and started to fall. Adelynne panicked, she wouldn&#8217;t be able to breathe without it. One of her arms shot out to catch the mask, the other stayed tight to her bag. The mask slipped between her fingers, but at the last moment she caught it.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"> </span></span><span style="color:#ff0000;">She was trying not to breath, but it was hard as she ran. She slipped her mask on one handed, but could re-buckle it. &#8220;Shit!&#8221; She muttered, keeping one hand on the mask, and the other one the bag. She had come to the city limits, and paused a second. She wasn&#8217;t supposed to go past the tall fence, it was illegal. So many things could go wrong. She could get hurt, she could die, and worst of all, she could catch the Disease.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"> </span></span><span style="color:#ff0000;">An alarm sounded, making her jump. She could see moving bodies sticking out in the dark night. &#8220;Crap!&#8221; She cursed. &#8220;I didn&#8217;t think they were so close.&#8221; She turned back towards the gate, still unsure. If she stayed in the city, she was more likely to get caught. But then again, she didn&#8217;t know what was out there, past the gates.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"> </span></span><span style="color:#ff0000;">She could hear voices now; faint, but still gaining ground. Adelynne cursed again, but through her bag over her shoulder and snapped the buckle of her mask. She grabbed the bars of the gate, pulled herself up, and swung over the bars. Her pant leg snagged the bar, and she could hear the loud rip tear through the silence. She fell to the ground, landing with an &#8220;Oomph!&#8221; as the air rushed out of her lungs.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"> </span></span><span style="color:#ff0000;">Adelynne lay still for a few seconds, sure that the group heard her fall. She tried to catch her breath, breathing slowly in and out, and slowed her heart rate. She almost thought that they could hear her heart beating, it pounded so loud in her ears.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"> </span></span><span style="color:#ff0000;">Confident that they did not hear her, she got up slowly, dusted the dirt off of herself, and examined the rip in her pants. Once she was sure that it wasn&#8217;t too bad, she took off again, running as fast and as far as she could away from the beams of light.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"> </span></span><span style="color:#ff0000;">She examined the ground in front of her, and only saw small slabs of concrete every few feet. She wondered, curiously, what the concrete was, but didn’t stop to check. She had to get farther; she couldn’t be caught this time. She didn’t even want to think about how much trouble she’d be in.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"> </span></span><span style="color:#ff0000;">It seemed like she ran for forever. Her legs were screaming in protest, and she could barely breath, much less run any farther. She stopped, and fell to the ground. She turned her head, and searched the ground behind her, looking for any signs that they were still behind her. She couldn’t see any, but didn’t want to take the chance of being found out here. She carefully stood back up, and found a huge statue to hide behind.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"> </span></span><span style="color:#ff0000;">She had done it. She got the bottle, and she had it right there in her bag. Opening her bag, she grabbed the bottle, checking to make sure that it wasn&#8217;t broken or leaking. The contents were important. Without it, she wouldn&#8217;t survive.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"> </span></span><span style="color:#339966;">Adelynne didn’t realize that she fell asleep, until she was jolted awake. Somewhere in the distance, she could hear a wild animal howling. She shivered, both at how sad and lonely the animal sounded and the fact that it was freezing here. She looked around, trying to figure out where she was. Her legs started to throb horribly, and she cringed as she remembered what had happened.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#339966;"> </span></span><span style="color:#339966;">She stretched and shifted her legs, trying to get rid of the pain. She cried out as she slowly stood up, they hurt that bad. &#8220;Jesus,&#8221; she muttered. She brushed the dust off herself and walked forward a bit, not really paying attention.<br />
</span><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#339966;"> </span></span><span style="color:#339966;">She had only gotten a few steps when she slid on some loose rocks. She slid backwards, arms flailing out and landed hard onto her butt. &#8220;Ow, God!&#8221; She cried. Then she remembered where she was. The rest of the world seemed to be lower then her. She could only see the tops of crumbling buildings and structures. She was on the top of a very high cliff, and hadn&#8217;t even bothered to notice it.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#339966;"> </span></span><span style="color:#339966;">&#8220;I really need to start paying more attention.&#8221; She said as she slowly climbed to her knees and crawled forward. At first, she was amazed. The buildings were definitely not like anything she had seen before. They were made of concrete and metal, built tall and elegant, but yet, they had an older feeling to them. Adelynne knew that they must&#8217;ve been built by the Last Generation.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#339966;"> </span></span><span style="color:#339966;">And that was when she saw them. She had leaned forward just a bit more, so could now see the streets. And the bodies. There were hundreds of them, maybe even thousands. Their grey, lifeless forms were decomposing. She could smell the stench from her place on the cliff; the smell of dead flesh, rotted organs, insects, and dust.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#339966;"> </span></span><span style="color:#339966;">She started gagging, even though her gas-mask filtered most of the stench. She scrambled back, hands and feet sliding across the gravel on the cliff. &#8220;Thats&#8230;Jesus, that&#8217;s freaking disgusting!&#8221; She yelled. &#8220;Why haven&#8217;t they been buried?&#8221; She wondered, and that&#8217;s when it hit her&#8230;the Disease had wiped them out, and everyone was too afraid to go down there.<br />
</span><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#339966;"> </span></span><span style="color:#339966;">She had learned in her History class, a couple years ago, about the Disease, and why they must never go out of their city&#8217;s limits. The Disease was never named, it was simply the Disease. But, it was still important.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#339966;"> </span></span><span style="color:#339966;">In January, of 2012, the Disease hit. It was a noxious gas, formed by all the pollution and waste created by the ungrateful generation that had lived then. They ruined the world for every generation to follow. The scientists code named them the Last Generation, and those who followed them were the New Generation.<br />
</span><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#339966;"> </span></span><span style="color:#339966;">After somebody was infected by the Disease, the gas would fill up their body slowly, affecting each organ in its wake. It rotted them from the inside out. The only thing that would never rot was the flesh. Somehow, the gas rotted everything, but caused the flesh to stick to the bones for a couple hundred more years, instead of deteriorating in a few.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#339966;"> </span></span><span style="color:#339966;">By March of the same year, three-fourths of humanity had perished. The remaining quarter had already started created the Cure. The Cure was the only chemical there was that could save them from a horrible, painful death of the Disease.<br />
</span><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#339966;"> </span></span><span style="color:#339966;">The Cure was finished by September, and passed along to all those who had survived. Those who remained living decided they must rebuild humanity and society. They spent the next three years doing just so, and by June 2015, they had built new cities to live in. Of course, there were new city Limits and Rules too. No one was allowed out after dark, and no one, at all, was to cross the city limits. It was dangerous, and the scientists believe that the Disease was still out there, somewhere, waiting to infect again.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#339966;"> </span></span><span style="color:#339966;">53 years later, Adelynne of the New Generation loved learning about the Last Generation. But tonight, she was on her guard. She looked around frantically, looking for any sign that there were others out there. She slowly walked back towards her city, clutching her bag tightly and thinking about the contents of the bottle. She was trying to keep her mind off the bodies, and off what would happen to her if she was caught.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#339966;"> </span></span><span style="color:#339966;">Adelynne could see the city in the near-distance. She smiled as she saw that there was no one standing guard at the gate. Then she remembered the slabs. She looked for one in the light of the sun, hoping that she would be able to tell what they were now. Spotting one, she got closer, kneeling down to it. It was engraved. She touched the letters, trying to make out what it said. </span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#339966;"> </span></span><span style="color:#339966;">&#8220;Here lies William Tell, who died on the Eighteenth of September, 2012. We will miss him greatly.&#8221; Adelynne shuddered; she was in a graveyard. While it was not worse then the bodies, she hated to think that she ran across the deads&#8217; graves, not caring about the respect they needed. It was bad luck.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#339966;"> </span></span><span style="color:#339966;">&#8220;What the hell are you doing?&#8221;</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#339966;"> </span></span><span style="color:#339966;">A voice rang out. Adelynne jumped, almost screaming. She whipped around, her mask and bag going awry. A dark figure stood over her, looking down on her in an angry wonder. She was too shocked to speak.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#339966;"> </span></span><span style="color:#339966;">&#8220;Don&#8217;t you know how dangero&#8212;what? Addy? What are you doing here? You&#8217;re bag&#8230;did you get it? The bottle?&#8221;<br />
</span><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#339966;"> </span></span><span style="color:#339966;">Adelynne had calmed down enough to fix her mask and shift the bag. The man in front of her was the one she was running to meet last night, Larten.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#339966;"> </span></span><span style="color:#339966;">&#8220;Jesus, Larten! Don&#8217;t you know not to sneak up on people when their reading&#8230;is this a gravestone?&#8221; Adelynne looked back at the cement slab.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#339966;"> </span></span><span style="color:#339966;">&#8220;Yes, they are headstones. Depressing, isn&#8217;t it?&#8221; Adelynne nodded. &#8220;These graves are for those who perished while in the process of making the Cure. These are the only bodies that the scientists had bothered to bury.&#8221;<br />
</span><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#339966;"> </span></span><span style="color:#339966;">Adelynne shook her head. From all Larten had told her, she was beginning to think the scientists were a bunch of jerks. She opened her bag, and handed him the bottle inside. &#8220;I want my cut, don&#8217;t forget, it was a lot of trouble getting this!&#8221; Adelynne glared at him.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#339966;"> </span></span><span style="color:#339966;">&#8220;Don&#8217;t worry, Addy, you&#8217;ll get the money.&#8221; He ruffled her hair, smiling. &#8220;Don&#8217;t freak out so much, you&#8217;ll grow ugly from frown lines.&#8221; He chuckled.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#3366ff;"> </span><span style="color:#3366ff;">La</span><span style="color:#3366ff;">rten</span></span><span style="color:#3366ff;"> and Adelynne walked back towards the gates. A cracking sound rang out and Adelynne crashed through the ground.<br />
</span><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#3366ff;"> </span></span><span style="color:#3366ff;">&#8220;Addy! What the hell? Are you okay?&#8221; All Larten could hear back was a muffled &#8220;No.&#8221;</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#3366ff;"> </span></span><span style="color:#3366ff;">&#8220;Crap!&#8221; He muttered and stepped away from the gaping hole in the ground. &#8220;What the hell is with this place?&#8221; He searched for safe spot to jump down into it. &#8220;Are you on solid ground? About how far down?&#8221;</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#3366ff;"> </span></span><span style="color:#3366ff;">&#8220;Uhm&#8230;yeah it&#8217;s metal I think&#8230;maybe eight feet?&#8221; Adelynne looked up to the light. Everything around her was black, she could barely even see her hand in front of her face. As Larten jumped down, she got up, making sure nothing was broken or sprained.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#3366ff;"> </span></span><span style="color:#3366ff;">&#8220;Here, I have a flashlight, let&#8217;s see where this leads!&#8221; Larten seemed excited in the coming adventure, but Adelynne shied away.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#3366ff;"> </span></span><span style="color:#3366ff;">&#8220;How about not? We could get hurt&#8230;killed&#8230;or caught!&#8221; Adelynne gasped. &#8220;Larten, we should just go.&#8221; She cried as her turned on the flashlight.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#3366ff;"> </span></span><span style="color:#3366ff;">&#8220;Come on, Scaredy-cat. It&#8217;s your fault we&#8217;re here, anyways.&#8221; Her grabbed her wrist, and dragged her forward with him. They looked around the tunnel, it was cold and wet. The air was stale, and Adelynne was having a hard time breathing through her mask. She kept her mouth shut though, she knew Larten would just laugh and tease her.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#3366ff;"> </span></span><span style="color:#3366ff;">&#8220;Look, there&#8217;s a vault up ahead!&#8221; Larten pointed. Sure enough, there was a round metal door and it was sealed shut.<br />
</span><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#3366ff;"> </span></span><span style="color:#3366ff;">&#8220;That&#8217;s all very well, but how are we going to get in? Darn, we don&#8217;t know how to open it, guess we&#8217;ll just have to turn back.&#8221; Adelynne turned and started to walk back, but Larten had her wrist and tugged hard, back towards him. &#8220;Ow, jerk, let go!&#8221; Adelynne broke free of his grasp and rubbed her arm.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#3366ff;"> </span></span><span style="color:#3366ff;">&#8220;The vault won&#8217;t be a problem, you don&#8217;t know who you&#8217;re dealing with, Addy.&#8221; Larten smirked and walked up to the door. He turned the dial a few ways to the right, back to the left, and jiggled it a couple times. Adelynne heard a loud click.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#3366ff;"> </span></span><span style="color:#3366ff;">The door swung right open and Larten cheered as she sighed. &#8220;How&#8217;d you do that?&#8221; She asked as they walked through the doorway.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#3366ff;"> </span></span><span style="color:#3366ff;">&#8220;Pure magic, baby!&#8221; He grinned at her. &#8220;Ha ha, no, it&#8217;s just a skill I&#8217;ve picked up.&#8221; He shone the flashlight around, and Adelynne could make out the small room. Machines covered one of the walls, from the floor to the ceiling. A sink and some weird tubing structure was along the other side. The back wall held many charts and a computer.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#3366ff;"> </span></span><span style="color:#3366ff;">&#8220;It&#8217;s&#8230;it&#8217;s a lab!&#8221; She cried, and the lights flickered on.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#3366ff;"> </span></span><span style="color:#3366ff;">&#8220;Of course it is, dearie.&#8221; A strange voice rang out from behind them, and the door slammed shut. &#8220;Take a good hard look around, this may very well be the last thing you ever see.&#8221; A man stepped forward, away from the door. his glasses flashed in the light, and he gave them a toothy grin. &#8220;What are you two doing here?&#8221;</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#3366ff;"> </span></span><span style="color:#3366ff;">Larten stepped in front of Adelynne, shielding her. &#8220;What&#8217;s that to you?&#8221; He growled.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#3366ff;"> </span></span><span style="color:#3366ff;">&#8220;Well, it is my lab. And I personally know all the employees and such that work here. And I know for certain that I have never seen either of you in my life. Wait&#8230;you, the little girl. I have seen you. Recently, in fact, just this morning. You were on the security videos, stealing our very precious chemical. Do you even know what it&#8217;s for, or is this fool next to you just telling you to nab it?&#8221; The man frowned, raising an eyebrow. &#8220;Very well, we need that bottle back. And maybe, just maybe, if you give it to us and keep your mouth shut about all this, we may be able to spare your lives.&#8221;</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#3366ff;"> </span></span><span style="color:#3366ff;">&#8220;Never!&#8221; Larten shouted. Adelynne looked at him in despair.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#3366ff;"> </span></span><span style="color:#3366ff;">&#8220;What the hell? Just give him the bottle, and let&#8217;s go.&#8221; She shoved him forward.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#3366ff;"> </span></span><span style="color:#3366ff;">Larten turned towards her and leaned in. &#8220;I never did tell you that this chemical was for, did I?&#8221; He whispered. She shook her head, eyes wide. &#8220;Its&#8211;&#8221; The man cut him off.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#3366ff;"> </span></span><span style="color:#3366ff;">&#8220;It&#8217;s the greatest chemical that has ever been invented, that&#8217;s what it is!&#8221; The man laughed cruelly. &#8220;And I&#8217;ll be rich with it. The chemical is the new Cure. Well, it&#8217;s the Cure for the Cure. you see, a long time ago, when those foolish scientists created the Cure, they didn&#8217;t realize it&#8217;s long term effects. They didn&#8217;t realize that it would create lesions in the New Generations&#8217; brains. And those lesions, their deadly. As deadly as the Disease, in fact. And what would saving the entire world mean, if the entire would just died again? So..I finally figured out a way to get rid of the lesions. Of course it took years, and many lives, but, what&#8217;s a few bodies to save many more?&#8221;</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#3366ff;"> </span></span><span style="color:#3366ff;">Larten turned back to Adelynne. &#8220;He&#8217;s lying. The chemical will create the lesions, not destroy them! He&#8217;s trying to kill us!&#8221; He shouted.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#3366ff;"> </span></span><span style="color:#3366ff;">Adelynne looked between the two men. She was scared, she had no idea what to do, or who to believe. Sure, she&#8217;s known Larten for years, but he was no scientist. And this man, he was intelligent and he could give them their freedom. Adelynne didn&#8217;t want to die, but if she would be free, just to die again? That didn&#8217;t make sense to her.<br />
</span><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#3366ff;"> </span></span><span style="color:#3366ff;">&#8220;Addy, come on, you have to believe me! This man is trying to kill us! I hacked into their computer system, I saw what they were creating, and that&#8217;s why I had you steal it! I&#8217;m sorry, I lied to you, but, if this chemical gets out, we&#8217;ll all perish. Please Addy!&#8221; Larten grabbed her shoulders, his eyes pleading and begging her as much as his speech did.<br />
</span><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#3366ff;"> </span></span><span style="color:#3366ff;">&#8220;You&#8230;you lied to me?&#8221; She whispered. She was hurt. Larten would never lie to her, unless it was important. She formed a plan in her mind, as she backed slowly away from him.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#3366ff;"> </span></span><span style="color:#3366ff;">&#8220;Addy&#8230;Addy no!&#8221; Larten cried.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#3366ff;"> </span></span><span style="color:#3366ff;">&#8220;I&#8217;m sorry, but&#8230;you lied. To me. You never lie to me. Why couldn&#8217;t you just tell me the truth? Give me back the bottle, and we can finish this.&#8221; Addy carefully looked around the room, not wanting to give herself away, and then back to the man, who was grinning wildly.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#3366ff;"> </span></span><span style="color:#3366ff;">Larten sighed, and grabbed the bottle out of one of his pockets. He handed it to her. &#8220;I never thought you&#8217;d do this.&#8221; He muttered.<br />
</span><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#3366ff;"> </span></span><span style="color:#3366ff;">&#8220;And I never thought you&#8217;d lie to me.&#8221; She said sadly, grabbing the bottle. As she did so, she brushed his fingers and gave him a slight nod, warning him that something was about to happen. He gave her a knowing look, and she started walking slowly to the man. She passed a sink, and grinned. &#8220;Too bad I don&#8217;t trust you, either.&#8221; She said to the man, and hurled the bottle into the nearby sink, cracking it and spilling it&#8217;s contents.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"> </span><span style="color:#000000;">&#8220;NO! You bitch, how dare you do that!&#8221; The man yelled and lunged at her. Larten pushed forward, knocking him into a wall before he could get to her.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#000000;"> </span></span><span style="color:#000000;">&#8220;Aaargh!&#8221; The man hit the wall hard. His glasses snapped and slid across the floor.<br />
</span><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#000000;"> </span></span><span style="color:#000000;">Larten grabbed Adelynne and dragged her to the door. He quickly turned the dial and shoved the door open.<br />
</span><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#000000;"> </span></span><span style="color:#000000;">As they ran through the tunnel, they could hear alarms going off and they knew that the man must&#8217;ve recovered and warned the police.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#000000;"> </span></span><span style="color:#000000;">&#8220;Goddamn it! If we go up, we&#8217;re caught, if we stay, we&#8217;re caught! And either way, we&#8217;re dead!&#8221; Larten punched the tunnel wall, cursing loudly.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#000000;"> </span></span><span style="color:#000000;">&#8220;Shush, or we&#8217;ll be caught a lot sooner.&#8221; Adelynne grabbed his arm. &#8220;Come on, I have an idea to where we could go&#8230;but we&#8217;re going to need something first. Stay here!&#8221; She ran back to through the tunnels, to the vault door. She saw, thankfully, that it as wide open and empty. She ran in and searched through the machines she had seen earlier. Finding a small black box, she cheered quietly and grabbed it and stuffed it into her bag.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#000000;"> </span></span><span style="color:#000000;">Her heartbeat echoed in her ears as she ran back to Larten. She knew that there was a great chance that her plan would fail, and that she was leading them to a terrible death. But somehow, she was confident that she was right, and this was the right thing to do. Praying that her plan would work, she spotted Larten.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#000000;"> </span></span><span style="color:#000000;">&#8220;Come on!&#8221; She yelled, and quickly propelled herself up and out of the large, gaping hole.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#000000;"> </span></span><span style="color:#000000;">&#8220;What&#8217;s going on, Addy?&#8221; Larten asked as he pulled himself up.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#000000;"> </span></span><span style="color:#000000;">&#8220;Shut up, let&#8217;s just go!&#8221; Adelynne yelled, and grabbed his arm. The box in her bag was heavy and ragged her down, but she still ran as fast as she could.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#000000;"> </span></span><span style="color:#000000;">Larten thought that they would be going back to the city, but Adelynne was leading him the opposite way.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#000000;"> </span></span><span style="color:#000000;">&#8220;Addy, we can&#8217;t go out there!&#8221; He cried.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#000000;"> </span></span><span style="color:#000000;">&#8220;Scaredy-cat!&#8221; She mimicked him and slowed her pace. &#8220;Stop, we&#8217;re on a cliff.&#8221; Larten stopped next to her, sliding a bit on the gravel, just like Adelynne did not even a few hours ago.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#000000;"> </span></span><span style="color:#000000;">&#8220;What are we doing here?&#8221; Larten asked, checking behind them. He could see a group of people, a couple miles back from them, but gaining quickly.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#000000;"> </span></span><span style="color:#000000;">&#8220;We&#8217;re up here, but we need to get down there. Like, super-fast. And preferably without them seeing.&#8221; She pointed back towards the group.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#000000;"> </span></span><span style="color:#000000;">Larten thought for a second, and then ran back and grabbed two of the headstones. &#8220;Alright, this is going to hurt, but it&#8217;ll get us down!&#8221; He handed Adelynne a gravestone, hopped onto his, and slid down a steep slope of rocks to the side of the cliff.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#000000;"> </span></span><span style="color:#000000;">Adelyenne paused at the edge and looked back at the group. They seemed to be slowing down a bit now, as they got closer to the crumbling city. &#8220;Hah, I knew they wouldn&#8217;t come this far out. At least this part of my plan is working&#8230;&#8221; She shifted her bag and her gas-mask, and then took off, sliding down the rocks on her headstone.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#000000;"> </span></span><span style="color:#000000;">Larten was standing at the bottom, waiting for her. The slide was hard and it hurt badly. Larten had fallen off his stone, onto his elbow, and Adelynne could tell it was badly cut. She handed him some disinfectant spray from her bag as she made sure that she wasn&#8217;t hurt.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#000000;"> </span></span><span style="color:#000000;">&#8220;Let&#8217;s hurry and hide in one of these buildings!&#8221; She said, and they started running again. Adelynne pulled the black box out of her box, and flipped the switch, so it was on.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#000000;"> </span></span><span style="color:#000000;">&#8220;What the hell is that?&#8221; Larten gasped, running hard. They came to a building, the furthest away from the bodies. Adelynne ignored him and studied the screen. They carefully walked inside the deteriorating building.<br />
</span><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#000000;"> </span></span><span style="color:#000000;">Adelynne&#8217;s eyes went wide, as the colors flashed on the screen. &#8220;It&#8217;s&#8230;it&#8217;s clean! It&#8217;s all clean&#8230;&#8221; She looked up at Larten, a puzzled look on her face, and set the machine down. Slowly, she reached up to her mask and unbuckled it, pulling it off and throwing it near the black machine.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#000000;"> </span></span><span style="color:#000000;">&#8220;Stop! What are you doing?&#8221; Larten cried.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#000000;"> </span></span><span style="color:#000000;">&#8220;Calm down, it&#8217;s clean.&#8221; She said, breathing in the air deeply.</span><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#000000;"> </span></span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#000000;"> </span></span><span style="color:#000000;">&#8220;What? You&#8217;re speaking madness!&#8221; He grabbed her shoulders and shook her.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#000000;"> </span></span><span style="color:#000000;">&#8220;The air. It&#8217;s clean. That black box is an A.C.R, an automatic chemical register. We learned how to use them a few years ago, when we learned about the Last Generation. It takes readouts of the air and says what chemicals are present. But here, there are none here. It&#8217;s all clean!&#8221; She laughed. &#8220;We could live out here. There&#8217;s no way we could go back to the city.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#000000;"> </span></span><span style="color:#000000;">Larten stared at her like she was crazy. &#8220;No, that&#8217;s ridiculous. You&#8217;re being  ludicrous&#8230;Jesus, we&#8217;d never survive.&#8221;<br />
</span><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#000000;"> </span></span><span style="color:#000000;">Adelynne sighed. &#8220;Well, we can start making our way to the next city over then.&#8221;</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#000000;"> </span></span><span style="color:#000000;">Larten shook his head. &#8220;We have to make sure were in the clear first.&#8221;</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#000000;"> </span></span><span style="color:#000000;">Adelynne and Larten spent the next two days and nights in the building. The hunted down wild foxes and rabbits for food, a river for water, but made sure to check them first using the A.C.R.<br />
</span><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#000000;"> </span></span><span style="color:#000000;">Once they were completely sure that there was no one still after them, they started their journey to a new city. As they walked through the crumbling, broken down city, Adelynne sighed.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#000000;"> </span></span><span style="color:#000000;">&#8220;It&#8217;s so sad, that one generation could ruin the whole world for the rest of humanity.&#8221; She frowned at the bodies she was walking past.</span></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><span style="white-space:pre;"><span style="color:#000000;"> </span></span><span style="color:#000000;">Larten chuckled, and shook his head. &#8220;Hey, be thankful, we just saved humanity from becoming brain-dead zombies with that stupid chemical.&#8221; Adelynne rolled her eyes, and walked on. They made their way forward, moving on from one corrupt city, to the next.</span></p>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 15 Oct 2009 23:24:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ve been really busy. So this is going to be another short one. So, in the next four days, I will have worked 32 hours at a nursing home, plus 3 more at Runza. UGHHHHH. Please shoot me? Yes. Thanks. Anyways&#8230;I most likely am going to go hang out with friends while I can&#8230; Night, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=briiiana.wordpress.com&amp;blog=9506867&amp;post=63&amp;subd=briiiana&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;ve been really busy. So this is going to be another short one.<br />
So, in the next four days, I will have worked 32 hours at a nursing home, plus 3 more at Runza.<br />
UGHHHHH.<br />
Please shoot me? Yes. Thanks.<br />
Anyways&#8230;I most likely am going to go hang out with friends while I can&#8230;<br />
Night, all!</p>
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		<title>Probably&#8230;.</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 09 Oct 2009 16:23:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I should make a new post. But I&#8217;m just too sick to do anything today. Sorry, all. Maybe tomorrow.<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=briiiana.wordpress.com&amp;blog=9506867&amp;post=62&amp;subd=briiiana&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I should make a new post.<br />
But I&#8217;m just too sick to do anything today. <img src='http://s0.wp.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_sad.gif' alt=':(' class='wp-smiley' /><br />
Sorry, all.<br />
Maybe tomorrow.</p>
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		<title>You know that smell&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 04 Oct 2009 18:18:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8230;That nursing home smell? Yes&#8230;that is what I smell like, and what my car smells like too. It&#8217;s kind of like that doctor&#8217;s office and dentist&#8217;s office smell, except not as bad, it doesn&#8217;t make you puke. Well, it&#8217;s what I get for working at a nursing home. &#8230;That hard-boiled, dyed, egg smell? Yes&#8230;that is [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=briiiana.wordpress.com&amp;blog=9506867&amp;post=56&amp;subd=briiiana&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="color:#ff0000;">&#8230;That nursing home smell? Yes&#8230;that is what I smell like, and what my car smells like too. It&#8217;s kind of like that doctor&#8217;s office and dentist&#8217;s office smell, except not as bad, it doesn&#8217;t make you puke. Well, it&#8217;s what I get for working at a nursing home.</span></p>
<p><span style="color:#ff0000;">&#8230;That hard-boiled, dyed, egg smell? Yes&#8230;that is what I will be a parent of for the next week. Tomorrow, I get to meet my egg &#8220;baby&#8221;. I hope it&#8217;s a boy, and I hope it can fly. <span style="text-decoration:line-through;"><span style="color:#000000;">Haha</span></span>, just kidding. I have to make it a baby book, and you&#8217;ll be seeing pictures up soon here and on facebook of my little egg. Name ideas, unique ones, anyone? If it&#8217;s a girl, I&#8217;m thinking Adeline. If it&#8217;s a boy, I&#8217;m thinking Maverick.</span></p>
<p><span style="color:#ff0000;">&#8230;That clean house, shampooed carpets smell? Yes&#8230;that is what my house smells like. Blech. I hate the smell of carpet shampoo, ever since my mom shampooed the basement carpet and then I watched Saw I down there and then got sick, had nightmares, and stayed home from school (<span style="color:#000000;">while puking</span>) for a week. Did you hear their coming out with a Saw VI? Lame. V should&#8217;ve ended it. Jeez, people, new ideas, much?</span></p>
<p><span style="color:#ff0000;">&#8230;That&#8212;well, enough with the smells (<span style="color:#000000;">Actually, I just can&#8217;t think of anymore!</span>). I have to be to work at the nursing home in 50 minutes. My dad&#8217;s coming back from MN today, and I go back to school tomorrow. It&#8217;s been a nice weekend, I guess. Long though. I&#8217;ve finished all my homework (<span style="color:#000000;">and late work!</span>) and made my egg it&#8217;s bed so I can take it home tomorrow. It&#8217;s a pretty cute bed, I took tons of kleenexe&#8217;s and cotton balls and tape, along with a cut-up red and pink dyed t-shirt and some glue to make it. Pictures of that up tomorrow, after my camera&#8217;s done charging.</span></p>
<p><span style="color:#ff0000;">Words for today, see if you can guess where their from! &#8220;The clock is laughing in my face&#8230;&#8221;</span></p>
<p><span style="color:#ff0000;">Which will be happening tonight at work. <span style="color:#000000;">Wooh</span>, eight hour work days! </span></p>
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		<title>Wow. HI!</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Sep 2009 03:45:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Hey. Haven&#8217;t posted for awhile. I&#8217;ve been busy. : ) Doing awesome stuff! Cause I rock&#8230;haha. Anyways&#8230;I got a huge Psych test tomorrow that I haven&#8217;t studied for. But I can&#8217;t concentrate. Wonder why&#8230; UGH. School sucks. And I got four more years of it. Gross. : ( Uhm, not too much going on this [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=briiiana.wordpress.com&amp;blog=9506867&amp;post=52&amp;subd=briiiana&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="color:#ff6600;">Hey.</span></p>
<p><span style="color:#ff6600;">Haven&#8217;t posted for awhile. I&#8217;ve been busy. <span style="color:#000000;">: )</span> Doing awesome stuff! Cause I rock&#8230;<span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="text-decoration:line-through;"><span style="color:#000000;">haha</span></span></span>.</span></p>
<p><span style="color:#ff6600;">Anyways&#8230;I got a huge Psych test tomorrow that I haven&#8217;t studied for. But I can&#8217;t concentrate. Wonder why&#8230;</span></p>
<p><span style="color:#ff6600;">UGH. School sucks. And I got four more years of it. Gross. <span style="color:#000000;">: (</span></span></p>
<p><span style="color:#ff6600;">Uhm, not too much going on this week. I work Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, but hey, senior pictures tomorrow! I&#8217;ll post the website they&#8217;ll be on in two weeks, and if I know you and you want the password to see the pictures to choose which you&#8217;d like, comment and I&#8217;ll message you or something&#8230;</span></p>
<p><span style="color:#ff6600;">Wow that was a run-on sentence.</span></p>
<p><span style="color:#ff6600;">So yeah. Comment, say hi, blah&#8230;blah&#8230;&#8230;blah. I&#8217;m bored. And tired. But wired. So I can&#8217;t sleep. And my dog&#8217;s asleep, so I don&#8217;t even have a dog to play with.</span></p>
<p><span style="color:#ff6600;">OH HEY AMANDA. If you read this before you leave for MN, hey, know what? You should leave Elaina with us. Yeah. So mom&#8217;s not lonely all the time. She can go to Lincoln with us, and help me with my homework tomorrow, and we can celebrate her 5-month here, and she can go to school with me&#8230;<span style="text-decoration:line-through;"><span style="color:#000000;">Haha</span></span>, just kidding about that last part, but seriously, you should leave her with us. I think she&#8217;ll be great. <span style="text-decoration:line-through;"><span style="color:#000000;">Haha</span></span>, though Mom might not think so. <span style="color:#000000;">: (</span></span></p>
<p><span style="color:#ff6600;">I also have new pictures up of her and a couple cute videos of her pulling on her feet and babbling. Go check them out on my facebook.</span></p>
<p><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>Chya</strong>. Night all! </span></p>
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		<title>So&#8230;.2-freaking-7.</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Sep 2009 03:57:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[So on September 12th, I took the ACT, right? And then last week, I checked the site to see my results, and it said I wouldn&#8217;t get my scores until the 28th. So then i got a letter today, and guess what guys? I got a 27! It made my day. Overall my days been [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=briiiana.wordpress.com&amp;blog=9506867&amp;post=47&amp;subd=briiiana&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="color:#800080;">So on September 12th, I took the ACT, right? And then last week, I checked the site to see my results, and it said I wouldn&#8217;t get my scores until the 28th.</span></p>
<p><span style="color:#800080;">So then i got a letter today, and guess what guys? I got a 27! It made my day. Overall my days been amazing. Awh I&#8217;m like so ecstatic about everything now. Tomorrow I&#8217;m getting my nails done for senior pictures, and I&#8217;m babysitting my niece on Saturday, then getting my hair dyed, going out to dinner, and then off to the Haunted house Scary Acres. <span style="color:#000000;">: )</span></span></p>
<p><span style="color:#800080;">Good weekend. Oh, and even added bonus, we had conferences at school today, and so we don&#8217;t have school tomorrow! Hahahahahaha.</span></p>
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		<title>So I am officially hated in three of my classes and lunch&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 23 Sep 2009 21:26:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[well, this post is no longer here, is it? That&#8217;s because my friends and I are all good now. So yay, I know. : ) And now i&#8217;m going out to lunch and then to work. Byeeeeee.<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=briiiana.wordpress.com&amp;blog=9506867&amp;post=35&amp;subd=briiiana&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>well, this post is no longer here, is it? That&#8217;s because my friends and I are all good now. So yay, I know. : )</p>
<p>And now i&#8217;m going out to lunch and then to work. Byeeeeee.</p>
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		<title>&#8230;Sucks</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 22 Sep 2009 21:47:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[So you know, I get to my doctor&#8217;s office at 2:50 (when they called to confirm, they said my appointment was at 3.). So I tell them that I&#8217;m there, and they tell me that my appointment&#8217;s not until 3:30. I was like, well you guys told me 3. And she was like well, you [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=briiiana.wordpress.com&amp;blog=9506867&amp;post=30&amp;subd=briiiana&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="color:#800080;">So you know, I get to my doctor&#8217;s office at 2:50 (<span style="color:#000000;">when they called to confirm, they said my appointment was at 3.</span>). So I tell them that I&#8217;m there, and they tell me that my appointment&#8217;s not until 3:30. I was like, well you guys told me 3. And she was like well, you must&#8217;ve heard wrong, but you&#8217;ll have to wait.</span></p>
<p><span style="color:#800080;">So I&#8217;m kinda mad, but was like okay, I guess I could wait for a bit. So I go out into the hall and call my mom, because she stuck in New Jersey (<span style="color:#000000;">her first flight was delayed, so she missed her second</span>) and tell her what happened and talked to her for 20 or so min. I see another girl come up the stairs, and decide that I should probably go back to the waiting room to (<span style="color:#000000;">you guessed it</span>) wait. So I sit down and start playing a game on my iPod Touch, and wait another ten or so minutes, and my doctor comes out and calls &#8220;Taylor!&#8221; I look up like, uhm&#8230;.I thought I was next? And she looks at me and says that she had to see Taylor before me.</span></p>
<p><span style="color:#800080;">So I was like, No. I&#8217;ve been here for 40 minutes. I&#8217;m done waiting. Your people told me the wrong time, and I came for that time, I&#8217;m not going to sit here and wait for another 50 minutes (that&#8217;s how long the usual time is per patient) just to see a wack-job like you. So I get up and leave. And now I have no more doctors&#8217; appointments every two months.</span></p>
<p><span style="color:#800080;">Oh well. She never stopped talking about herself anyways, and she was really annoying. Blah. Time to find a new doctor I guess&#8230; </span></p>
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