<?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-1333020891990861387</id><updated>2011-08-11T22:51:56.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black letters,</title><subtitle type='html'>fill the pages.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmylittlestory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333020891990861387/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmylittlestory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jeanette Chew Lay Fong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364838873982307602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zKZr5H1XSaA/TkPseYPgpcI/AAAAAAAABL4/PdV72UIDhys/s220/IMG_7756.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333020891990861387.post-6992597307929149773</id><published>2010-09-07T19:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T23:29:30.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eighth chapter, Sophia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As the door opened, I flipped my head and looked. It is him, Alexander! I don't know why I'm so happy either, it's just that my heart is pumping really fast. I pushed through the crowd ( how many friends did Tiffany invite anyway? ) But as I edged nearer to him, I saw another head bobbing behind him, his brother - Gabriel. I didn't invite Gabriel, but how bad could it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Hi!' I said as I finally reached in front of them, talk about party, this feels more like a concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, hey. I'm not late, am I?' Alexander said as he took a look at his watch while Gabriel started  to roam around already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No. So, let me introduce you to the birthday girl.' I said as I motioned him to follow me behind. He's so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, I didn't get a gift.' he sounded worried as I assured him that nobody actually bought presents for her too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Who is this? My birthday present, from you? Nice choice, Sophia!' she exclaimed towards me, as she looked at Alexander from head to toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Uh, no. He's new at our school. He's my friend, Alexander.' I said as I gave this wide smile, to Tiffany and also Alexander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh.' she actually sounded devastated but her eyes brightened up as she took in the look of the other stranger, which was Gabriel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'So, this one is my present!' she said as she pulled Gabriel next to her as I looked at Gabriel, then at Alexander with my mouth opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Uh, no. That's Alexander's brother, Gabriel.' I said, trying not to sound as awkward as the situation is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I don't mind being this lovely lady's birthday present.' Gabriel said out loud, giving Tiffany a wink and pecked her on the cheek. She stared at him, dumbfounded as her cheeks slowly turned red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, no, no. Tiffany is falling in love with Gabriel. Wait, why am I freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'HEEEEEEEEEY!' someone screamed into my left ear and gave me a bear hug. Only one person does that to me, Brandon, my ex-boyfriend. After the accident, I couldn't take his whole jock act anymore. But, he's so funny that I still want to be his friend. So we're in the 'friends' relationship now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Brandon, this is Alexander. Alexander, Brandon.' I introduced them to each other as they gave each other a knowing nod. Guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as the party went on, Alexander was getting to know everyone and I was glad I invited him. He seemed so into everyone, and he just fit in. As I moved my sight towards Tiffany, I still could see Gabriel with her, obviously flirting. I just don't like Gabriel that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I stared into spaces, I felt a tug on my arm. 'Hey, let's talk outside.' Alexander said as I obediently followed behind him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sat down outside the restaurant and patted to the space next to me, indicating me to sit down. As I sat down slowly, he said something in a rush. All I could hear was 'Du eu beee-ef in loof aaaet fusht seeeigh.' in a really fast speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What, pardon?' I couldn't make out what he said. Foreign language much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Do you believe in love at first sight?' he said it slowly and clearly, which made me process what he said for 30 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What?' I shouted, a little louder than I intended as I see him flinch a little. The person who he fell for might not be me. But, as I thought about that, my heart seemed to hurt. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What would you do if I feel in love with you at first sight. I'm just asking.' he asked cautiously, making sure that I don't feel awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Uh, I don't think I'm ready for a relationship. I just broke up with Brandon and all.' I said as I started to flush and my heart was beating really fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh. I see, then no worries.' he said, disappointed, but he tried to joke it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as those words left my mouth, I felt guilty and as if someone gave me a slap on my face while calling me stupid. He climbed up the stairs and left me sitting there, I think it's for me to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I think about it, the more I regretted what I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I do believe in love at first sight.' I whispered to myself as I whimpered in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I fell in love with Alexander at first sight, he's just so intriguing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I silently regretted what I did, I didn't notice a silhouette leaning against the pole on the porch, apparently he's been there since Alexander pulled me out of the party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333020891990861387-6992597307929149773?l=tellmylittlestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmylittlestory.blogspot.com/feeds/6992597307929149773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tellmylittlestory.blogspot.com/2010/09/eighth-chapter-sophia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333020891990861387/posts/default/6992597307929149773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333020891990861387/posts/default/6992597307929149773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmylittlestory.blogspot.com/2010/09/eighth-chapter-sophia.html' title='Eighth chapter, Sophia'/><author><name>Jeanette Chew Lay Fong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364838873982307602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zKZr5H1XSaA/TkPseYPgpcI/AAAAAAAABL4/PdV72UIDhys/s220/IMG_7756.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333020891990861387.post-1176225323618373409</id><published>2010-09-01T22:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T00:01:56.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seventh Chapter, Alexander</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's not my fault that my heart beats when I see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sophia&lt;/span&gt;. It's not of her looks, of course, because she looks exactly like..... Avelyn. Sophia has a way better attitude than Avelyn, that's what I like about her - her personality. Gabriel is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt;. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; Sophia, not Avelyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What the hell is wrong with me?!' I asked myself, comparing Avelyn with Sophia? Sophia is way better, right? I came so far, just to be thrown off my tracks by Gabriel? '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heck, no!&lt;/span&gt;' I thought out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Hey, you're right. We might have more class in common.' said Sophia as she grabbed the chair next to me and sat down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, hi.' I answered weakly. Gabriel got to me, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You know, we're having a party for my friend, Tiffany. It's her birthday. You should drop by. I'll introduce you to everyone there.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh sure.' I answered. This might answer my doubt. A night with Sophia is enough to determine my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Six o'clock. At Virginia Grills. I'll give you the directions later.' She stood up and sat next to Mina before the teacher came in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the class ended, she passed me a piece of paper and mouthed '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be punctual&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to look forward to? I'll find out what my heart&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; palpitate&lt;/span&gt; for, Sophia or a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mirrored&lt;/span&gt; version of Avelyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'On a date?' Gabriel asked as he came into my room. Ever heard of privacy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'When will you learn what none-of-your-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt;-business means?'  I snapped at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It's unfortunately, not in my dictionary. Go ahead, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; tell me. I'll have fun following you, the whole entire day.' he said sarcastically, snickering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'm going for a party that Sophia invited me to, okay? I said, giving in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, getting introduced into the in-crowd already, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brother&lt;/span&gt;? Not bad.' he laughed, out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked out of the room, furiously. Why does he have to make everything seriously bad for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'm coming along.' Gabriel said as he saunter next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was infuriated. I slammed him against the wall, seizing his neck. '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CAN'T YOU LEAVE ME ALONE?!'&lt;/span&gt; I shouted, letting out an angry snarl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tsk&lt;/span&gt;, you should grip harder.' he said calmly as he dislodge my hand away and slammed me against the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'My turn.' he smirked while I tried to wrench free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Let go.' I plead, I can't take this anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well, you&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; screwed&lt;/span&gt; my life. So I should too, screw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yours&lt;/span&gt;. Full stop.' he loosen his grip around my neck as I gasped for air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the house as Gabriel jumped into his car and followed mine. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jerk&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I stepped my foot into Virginia Grills, I instantly heard Sophia's voice.  Yeah, I made my mind up. I love Sophia,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sophia&lt;/span&gt;. It was just Gabriel's mind trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I cleared my head, I just need a plot to get Gabriel out of my life.&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't hate me very much. I just need to make him &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hate me so much&lt;/span&gt;, that he'll get out of my life, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for good&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333020891990861387-1176225323618373409?l=tellmylittlestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmylittlestory.blogspot.com/feeds/1176225323618373409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tellmylittlestory.blogspot.com/2010/09/seventh-chapter-alexander.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333020891990861387/posts/default/1176225323618373409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333020891990861387/posts/default/1176225323618373409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmylittlestory.blogspot.com/2010/09/seventh-chapter-alexander.html' title='Seventh Chapter, Alexander'/><author><name>Jeanette Chew Lay Fong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364838873982307602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zKZr5H1XSaA/TkPseYPgpcI/AAAAAAAABL4/PdV72UIDhys/s220/IMG_7756.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333020891990861387.post-7913912275835570429</id><published>2010-08-26T23:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T02:14:45.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sixth chapter, Gabriel.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I put on my pants and buckled the belt. Girls sprawled all over the floor of my room, giving them their last &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pleasure&lt;/span&gt; as I head out of my room. Girls &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lust&lt;/span&gt; for perfect guys with great looks, no &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;human&lt;/span&gt; can pull it off, but&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I can&lt;/span&gt;. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ain't&lt;/span&gt; human, I thought as I flipped my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Where the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hell&lt;/span&gt; are you going?' I asked as Alexander emerged from his room with a bag slinging off his shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt;. Not like you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; to know.' he answered, glaring at me.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Tsk&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too late, I thought. I moved and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;grabbed&lt;/span&gt; his bag off his shoulder. I opened the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; damn&lt;/span&gt; bag and find it filled with books. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Books&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What do you need &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;school books&lt;/span&gt; for?' I asked, assuming he gone &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cuckoo&lt;/span&gt; or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Duh&lt;/span&gt;, school.' he answered as he makes a face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Dude,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; SCHOOL?!&lt;/span&gt; Aren't you a little too &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;old&lt;/span&gt; for that?' I said, laughing my&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ass &lt;/span&gt;off. It was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'As I have said, it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;none-of-your-bloody-business&lt;/span&gt;.' he said, pissed at me as he snatched his little bag filled with books back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chuckled&lt;/span&gt;. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; it when he's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pissed&lt;/span&gt;. It shows that my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;efforts&lt;/span&gt; are working. Alexander marched out of the house as I followed him behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Could you not&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; fuck&lt;/span&gt; with my life and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;go away&lt;/span&gt;. What the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hell&lt;/span&gt; are you following me for?' he said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sharply&lt;/span&gt; as he turned around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'm going to school, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with you&lt;/span&gt;.' I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sneered&lt;/span&gt; at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He continue marching off as I trotted behind him. But, we drove separate cars to the school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is going be fun&lt;/span&gt;, I thought as I put on my shades and speed towards the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we walked towards the school building, we bumped into these &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt; girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;long dark hair&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;violet&lt;/span&gt; eyes. She had every strong feature that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Avelyn&lt;/span&gt; owned. Except, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eyes&lt;/span&gt;. Avelyn had a sort of golden mix bronze eyes that attracted people to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Hmm, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Avelyn&lt;/span&gt;.' I thought, ruining my mood every time I think of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second girl had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brown wavy hair&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; eyes. There was something &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very off&lt;/span&gt; about her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eyes&lt;/span&gt;. That tone of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; is very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rare&lt;/span&gt;. 'Only special beings have it, like-' I thought as I couldn't remember what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Hi, I'm&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Gabriel&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Alexander's brother.' I introduced as I reached my hand towards the first girl, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sophia&lt;/span&gt;. I knew her name, after all she looks exactly like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Avelyn&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How would I not know her&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sophia&lt;/span&gt;, Alexander friend.' she said as she shook my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I raised her hand and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kissed her fingertips&lt;/span&gt;. 'Ah, I'm glad my brother made such a beautiful friend.' I said, winking. I knew it was going to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pulled her hand back so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hard &lt;/span&gt;that she almost stumbled off the sidewalk that we were standing on and she was&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; blushing&lt;/span&gt; lightly.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Girls&lt;/span&gt;, I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hate her already&lt;/span&gt;.' my mind kept reeling on that one sentence. She reminds me so much of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Avelyn&lt;/span&gt; that it&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; hurts&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I reached my hand to the other girl. She &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brushed me off &lt;/span&gt;lightly, thinking that I would give her the same treatment as Sophia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Uhm, I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mina&lt;/span&gt;.' she said awkwardly as she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;peeped&lt;/span&gt; at me under her bangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think her eyes has that colour cause she's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lucky&lt;/span&gt;. No way, she's a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kind of us&lt;/span&gt;. She's too &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;geeky&lt;/span&gt; for that, I thought as I didn't need to find out anything about the eye colour anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'We have to go now.' Alexander abruptly said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Sure, bro.' I said as he pulled me along with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could see that Sophia eyes was twinkling when she saw Alex. God, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;already in love&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; like Sophia&lt;/span&gt; because she reminds you of Avelyn, doesn't she.' I whispered to Alex as Sophia still wasn't out of earshot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex stopped his tracks immediately. 'No, I didn't not fall for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Avelyn look-a-like&lt;/span&gt;. I fell for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sophia&lt;/span&gt;. If you know her more then you would understand.' he answered softly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, so you're suggesting I hang out with&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sophia&lt;/span&gt; more and make &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her fall in love with me&lt;/span&gt;, huh?' I asked, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smirking&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Do whatever you want, Gabriel. She &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;won't fall for you&lt;/span&gt; anyway, like how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Avelyn&lt;/span&gt; didn't.' he said, as I took it really harshly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tata&lt;/span&gt;, brother. I will take you up on your offer.' I said as I turned my back on him and walked towards my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Girls&lt;/span&gt; flock to me, it wasn't a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; problem&lt;/span&gt;. So it won't be hard to make &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sophia fall in love with me&lt;/span&gt; to see the look on Alex's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't really want to see&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sophia&lt;/span&gt;, she makes the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; scars&lt;/span&gt; worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hi&lt;/span&gt;, Gabriel.' she said as I passed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave her my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;best &lt;/span&gt;toothy grin. It's worth it to see my brother&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; suffer&lt;/span&gt;. After all, that's what I want -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; revenge&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my shades on again as I drove out off Amsterdam High School parking lot. This is going to need some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;planning&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; flirting&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333020891990861387-7913912275835570429?l=tellmylittlestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmylittlestory.blogspot.com/feeds/7913912275835570429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tellmylittlestory.blogspot.com/2010/08/sixth-chapter-gabriel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333020891990861387/posts/default/7913912275835570429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333020891990861387/posts/default/7913912275835570429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmylittlestory.blogspot.com/2010/08/sixth-chapter-gabriel.html' title='Sixth chapter, Gabriel.'/><author><name>Jeanette Chew Lay Fong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364838873982307602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zKZr5H1XSaA/TkPseYPgpcI/AAAAAAAABL4/PdV72UIDhys/s220/IMG_7756.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333020891990861387.post-3448008658562338102</id><published>2010-08-25T22:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T10:20:13.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fifth Chapter, Mina.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I woke up in the morning, shielding my eyes from the sunlight. Wow, it's gonna be a brand new day after &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt;'s dinner. I quickly changed and drove to Sophia's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Sophia!' I shouted as I raced upstairs after &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Becky&lt;/span&gt; for short, Sophia's aunt opened the door for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned around and acknowledged aunt Becky before I continued running up. I wouldn't want my best friend's guardian thinking I'm&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; rude&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yeah?' Sophia answered while stretching her body as I came running into her room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Get ready for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;school&lt;/span&gt;, girl! I'm just in this really good mood today! My grams told me this really cool &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;secret&lt;/span&gt; about my family.' I poured out to her excitedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh my god. What is it about?' she said,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; winking&lt;/span&gt; with a little hint of curiosity in her voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'If I told you, it wouldn't be a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;secret&lt;/span&gt; anymore, would it? But I'll tell you when the right time is here. Grams told me to keep my&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; big mouth&lt;/span&gt; shut.' I told her, grinning widely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh yeah, your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;big &lt;/span&gt;mouth.' Sophia &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;winked&lt;/span&gt; as she got dressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both walked out and suddenly Aunt Becky came to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Be careful, girls. There's a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;killer&lt;/span&gt; outside.' Aunt Becky told us, as she held the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;newspaper&lt;/span&gt; in front of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Sure. We'll be really careful!' I answered as Sophia looked a little annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went straight to school after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Yesterday's night......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;'Mina, get here!' shouted Grandma Rosella, but we just call her Rose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;'Yes, grandma?' I answered as I quickly ran next to her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;'I think it's time for you to know, our family secret.' she said mysteriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'WHA-AT?' I asked. Secret?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Grandma Rose suddenly took out this huge thick book that had a green cover that says 'Occult' and it's rim has turned yellow. It looked a century old. I just stared at it, wide eyes opened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'What is that, grandma?' I asked, astonished by how the book looked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'It's a spell book passed on by generations and generations, and I think it's time to pass it on to you. But first, we have to test you.' she answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A spell book? What are we, some witch?' I said, laughing it off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'As a matter of fact, we are.' Grandma said as she laughed when she saw the look on my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'Real, REAL witches?' I asked excitedly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'Yes, REAL witches. It skipped a generation, which is your mom's. So, I have to find out it you inherited the Salem powers.' grandma said, full of pride as she mentioned 'Salem'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'OH-MY-GOD. I'M LIKE SO EXCITED. WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO TEST ME?!' I shrieked, super excited yet a little shocked with the whole news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'Now, to be exact. We'll start with the easiest one. Try making a feather float.' said grandma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Grandma took some feathers from this weird porcelain bowl, and she opened the spell book and turned it towards me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'Read this passage when you give your fullest energy to the feather.' she said, as she passed me the feather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I took the feather and put right beside the passage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'May life bring death,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;May time bring sorrow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thus give me the power,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to lighten it.' I chanted following the passage, while concentrating on the feather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The feather slowly floated upwards as I continued chanting the passage again and again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'OH MY GOD!' I shouted as I saw the feather floating in thin air, no tricks and no strings attached.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But, after I shouted, the feather dropped back to the ground. Gravity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'You are a Salem witch heritage. Well, you have a lot to practice from now on. You need to try not to lose your concentration while doing a spell.' Grandma said as she pulled me into a hug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'And keep it a secret, don't let anyone know. Even, your closest friends.' advised grandma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;'AAAAAAH! I'M A WITCH!' the thought shouting in my mind, as I hugged grandma back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;THIS MADE MY NIGHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mina?' asked Sophia as she snapped her fingers in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Huh&lt;/span&gt;? Uh.' I said, getting back into reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'This is Alexander.' she said as she pointed to a guy with blond hair and blue eyes that has a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;speck of gray &lt;/span&gt;in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ah, hi.' I said, nodding my head towards him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'And this is&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Gabriel&lt;/span&gt;, Alexander's brother.' Sophia said as she pointed to a guy behind Alexander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy had&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; floppy black hair&lt;/span&gt; with&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; dark grey&lt;/span&gt; eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stopped&lt;/span&gt; and did this little&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; squeeze&lt;/span&gt; thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fallen in love&lt;/span&gt;, with an utter &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stranger&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333020891990861387-3448008658562338102?l=tellmylittlestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmylittlestory.blogspot.com/feeds/3448008658562338102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tellmylittlestory.blogspot.com/2010/08/fifth-chapter-mina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333020891990861387/posts/default/3448008658562338102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333020891990861387/posts/default/3448008658562338102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmylittlestory.blogspot.com/2010/08/fifth-chapter-mina.html' title='Fifth Chapter, Mina.'/><author><name>Jeanette Chew Lay Fong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364838873982307602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zKZr5H1XSaA/TkPseYPgpcI/AAAAAAAABL4/PdV72UIDhys/s220/IMG_7756.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333020891990861387.post-2036445130392752445</id><published>2010-08-24T19:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T19:10:13.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth chapter, Alexander.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She knows me now, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; huh. My mind kept playing images of her long jet black hair and bright violet eyes that seems to stare right through me. How could anybody be so.....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt;. I slowed down on the runway in front of my uncle's house and parked it there. I tried to shake away every image of Sophia that was on my mind now and walked into the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'm back.' I said as I entered the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, Alex. How was your day?' said Zac, my uncle as he appeared on the stairway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Fine.' I answered, as I thought that he looked&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; angry&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well, you&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; fucking&lt;/span&gt; lied to me. So I'm not having a great day.' he shouted as he threw the newspapers in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ANIMAL ATTACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;All blood drained out of all bodies. Unknown animal still on the hunt. 6 people, all females had died with the same way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'An&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; animal attack&lt;/span&gt;?! Come on Zac, you know I wouldn't do it. I don't feed on them anymore.' I said, a little taken aback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Then if it wasn't you. Who the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt; was it?! You are the only vampire in this whole &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt; town. If I find out you're lying, you're out of here.' shouted Zac as his face filled with doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;.' said a deep voice from the entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Who the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; hell&lt;/span&gt; are you?' I demanded. The voice sounded familiar though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I can't believe you have forgotten about me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brother&lt;/span&gt;.' said the man as he stepped into the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gabriel&lt;/span&gt;?' I asked incredulously, fear slowly creeping into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Bingo. Miss me?' said Gabriel smugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I thought you were out of my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gabriel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. For good.' I said, still shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tsk Tsk Tsk&lt;/span&gt;. What happened to all the brotherly love you showered me with before this?' asked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gabriel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; sarcastically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I did? Must be in between the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; torture&lt;/span&gt; you gave me last &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;century&lt;/span&gt; that I hate so much.' I answered, with venom in my voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oops, my bad&lt;/span&gt;.' he said, trying his best to piss me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished I could wipe that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt; smug off his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Why are you here anyway?' I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well, I had to fulfill my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;promise&lt;/span&gt;, don't I. The one I made when you convinced me to do the worst thing that I still regret now. Also, I heard you have a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; new girl toy&lt;/span&gt; that looks exactly like -' said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gabriel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; calmly, trying to act cool as I cut him off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, so a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 100 years&lt;/span&gt; isn't enough for you? You don't know&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sophia&lt;/span&gt;, don't try making her sound like &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Avelyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.' I shouted back, but I whispered the word&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Avelyn&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'STOP STOP STOP!' screamed Zac, as both of us, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gabriel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and I just noticed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kicked the table and ran up to my room. I opened my drawer and took out my diary. I instantly started writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Alexander, you should change your name to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alexandra&lt;/span&gt;. Writing a diary, you&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; wuss&lt;/span&gt;. Same old, same old.' said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gabriel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; from behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Why do you give a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shit&lt;/span&gt; anyway? I just want to remember what happens everyday.' I glared at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh stop it, Alex. We're both the same &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;deprived&lt;/span&gt; souls. We're &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brothers&lt;/span&gt; after all.' said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Gabriel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, his eyes sparkling with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;danger&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Shut it, please. I don't want to hear anymore of your&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; shit&lt;/span&gt;. Just get out of my room. I don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bite&lt;/span&gt; some random stranger's head off, unlike you.' I said, pushing his patience to his limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Give up the big attitude, brother. It doesn't suit you. Well, I'll see you again,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; roomie&lt;/span&gt;.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gabriel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; said, as if he was actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hurt&lt;/span&gt; by words. Everyone who knows &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gabriel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; knows that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gabriel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; is a person who knows &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no pity&lt;/span&gt; nor&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; pain&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'He must be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;acting&lt;/span&gt;.' I thought silently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued writing about Sophia in my diary till I drifted off to sleep, just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/1333020891990861387-2036445130392752445?l=tellmylittlestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmylittlestory.blogspot.com/feeds/2036445130392752445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tellmylittlestory.blogspot.com/2010/08/fourth-chapter-alexander.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333020891990861387/posts/default/2036445130392752445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333020891990861387/posts/default/2036445130392752445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmylittlestory.blogspot.com/2010/08/fourth-chapter-alexander.html' title='Fourth chapter, Alexander.'/><author><name>Jeanette Chew Lay Fong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364838873982307602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zKZr5H1XSaA/TkPseYPgpcI/AAAAAAAABL4/PdV72UIDhys/s220/IMG_7756.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333020891990861387.post-8164885650410439589</id><published>2010-08-24T18:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T11:00:46.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is the story line about. ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the small town where nobody thought anything could happen, except for those that had been here for years. There was a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;secret&lt;/span&gt; that people in the council tried to hide, and it's going to get exposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sophia&lt;/span&gt; - A girl who seems &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;normal&lt;/span&gt;, falls in love with the newcomer in town called&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Alexander&lt;/span&gt;. Where does this mysterious guy brings her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt; to? She also has to keep &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;secrets&lt;/span&gt; from her family to keep them&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; safe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alexander &lt;/span&gt;- A mysterious guy who moved to the town, but is it his first time back here? Or has he been here &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt;? He slowly falls in love with&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sophia&lt;/span&gt;, and tells her his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little dark secret &lt;/span&gt;that could endanger her life, for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mina&lt;/span&gt; - Sophia's&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; best friend&lt;/span&gt;. She has a little secret on her own that she has to keep. But can she keep her secret for long? Or will someone &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;die&lt;/span&gt; before she tells. She &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;falls&lt;/span&gt; for someone, who knows her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;secret&lt;/span&gt;, even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; she knew it. Will he be the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt; one? Or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gabriel&lt;/span&gt; - Alexander's brother, followed Alex back to the town and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; threatens&lt;/span&gt; to tell Sophia everything. He hates Alexander, or is he trying to cover the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; secret&lt;/span&gt; with hate? But slowly, he falls for&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sophia&lt;/span&gt; too. Will he protect Sophia, or will Alexander protect her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everyone got their own little secret they have to hide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Everyone has to fight to keep it quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But whose secret goes out first? Sophia, Alexander, Mina or Gabriel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Will their love bloom? Or will it just die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And who will steal Sophia's heart away in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The struggle starts now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333020891990861387-8164885650410439589?l=tellmylittlestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmylittlestory.blogspot.com/feeds/8164885650410439589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tellmylittlestory.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-is-story-line-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333020891990861387/posts/default/8164885650410439589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333020891990861387/posts/default/8164885650410439589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmylittlestory.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-is-story-line-about.html' title='What is the story line about. ;)'/><author><name>Jeanette Chew Lay Fong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364838873982307602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zKZr5H1XSaA/TkPseYPgpcI/AAAAAAAABL4/PdV72UIDhys/s220/IMG_7756.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333020891990861387.post-8952959882551393398</id><published>2010-07-15T10:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T15:00:02.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Third chapter, Sophia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'It's history now.' whined Mina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Let's hurry then. Mr.Hoffman is a pain in the ass.' I answered as I recalled what happened months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;(Months ago)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Sophia, I heard about the incident involving your parents. I feel sorry for you, but I hope you won't go all soppy and moody all the time. I don't want you &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;flunking&lt;/span&gt; my class.' lectured Mr.Hoffman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Okay.' I answered obediently. 'What's so wrong with being sad when my parents &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;fucking &lt;/span&gt;died?! &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Argh&lt;/span&gt;.' I thought angrily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Don't forget to study and revise for history. I'm&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; sorry &lt;/span&gt;about your parents, Mr. and Mrs.Pheely.' said Mr.Hoffman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It's Mr and Mrs &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Philips&lt;/span&gt;, sir.' I corrected him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Who cares?! They're &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;dead&lt;/span&gt; anyway.' he said while walking away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously wondered how he got a job as a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;BA-DA-DA-DA-DUMP. &lt;/span&gt;All my books fell down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Watch where you're going.' I scolded angrily at the person who bumped into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'm sorry. I wasn't looking at where I was walking. Please accept my apology.' apologized Alexander sincerely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up at met the eyes of the man who had this amazing bright blue eyes that seemed so familiar. I bet many girls fall for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh,, it's okay. I'm actually sorry for scolding you. It's just not one of my best days.' I said, feeling bad for shouting at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'For those who are still outside, get into class &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt;.' shouted Mr.Hoffman while walking towards us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Oh god, why does he have to come now.' I thought angrily. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Ms.Pheely, get into class &lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt;. Oh, and who's this gentleman standing next to you?' asked Mr.Hoffman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'I'm Alexander, sir. Alexander &lt;em&gt;Cole&lt;/em&gt;.' Alexander answered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Okay, now get into class, &lt;em&gt;newbie&lt;/em&gt;. Also, remember to introduce yourself.' shouted Mr.Hoffman as if we were &lt;em&gt;a mile away&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I quickly picked up my books and went into class before Mr.Hoffman shouts again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Okay students, we have a new student today. Alexander Cole, please introduce yourself.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Hi, I'm Alexander Cole, but please just call me Alex.' he introduced himself. Although he was talking to everyone, &lt;em&gt;his eyes only met mine&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'OH MY GOD! He's such an eye candy! &lt;em&gt;Yumm.&lt;/em&gt;' shouted Tiffany as she looked up from her compact mirror. The whole class burst into &lt;em&gt;laughter&lt;/em&gt; after she said that. Tiffany, Mina and I have been best friends since we were in kindergarden. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As Mr.Hoffman started the class, I recieved a message from Mina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hottie staring @ you! Turn behind. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I turned my head and he was actually staring at me intensely as if he has been &lt;em&gt;watching my every move&lt;/em&gt;. I smiled at him, but he was pointing towards the front of the classroom. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I turned my head again, and there he was, Mr.Hoffman.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Ms.Pheely, keep your flirting for recess.' scolded Mr.Hoffman.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Ms.Philips.' I corrected him again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Okay,&lt;em&gt; Ms.Philips&lt;/em&gt;. I know your parents died, but it was months ago. So, I hope you give your fullest attention &lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt;.' lectured Mr.Hoffman.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'UGH!'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'When was the declaration of peace during the war between US and China, Ms. Philips?' asked Mr.Hoffman. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'1874.' answered Alex. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Correct .... &lt;em&gt;Ms.Philips.'&lt;/em&gt; said Mr.Hoffman sarcastically. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After class, Alex was outside the classroom so I headed towards him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Hey, thanks for saving my ass just now. I'm really grateful.' I told him as I smiled. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'You're welcomed. I'm Alex by the way. But, I think you already know me.' he said as he winked. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Yeah, &lt;em&gt;Alex&lt;/em&gt;.' I said softly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'I'll see you around then, I think we have a few classes together.' he said as he started to walk away. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Oh, sure.' I answered as I weakly waved my hand. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He smiled back at me. He has this cute smile that seemed to have&lt;em&gt; imprinted&lt;/em&gt; on my mind. I'll be looking forward to see him again. I felt myself &lt;em&gt;smile&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;naturally&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;It's been a while.......since I felt this way.&lt;/em&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/1333020891990861387-8952959882551393398?l=tellmylittlestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmylittlestory.blogspot.com/feeds/8952959882551393398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tellmylittlestory.blogspot.com/2010/07/third-chapter-sophia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333020891990861387/posts/default/8952959882551393398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333020891990861387/posts/default/8952959882551393398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmylittlestory.blogspot.com/2010/07/third-chapter-sophia.html' title='Third chapter, Sophia.'/><author><name>Jeanette Chew Lay Fong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364838873982307602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zKZr5H1XSaA/TkPseYPgpcI/AAAAAAAABL4/PdV72UIDhys/s220/IMG_7756.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333020891990861387.post-7038752186527439279</id><published>2010-07-13T10:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T21:17:10.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Chapter, Alexander.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I finally found her. After all the years I learned to control myself. I missed her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so much&lt;/span&gt; and I just realized &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's time&lt;/span&gt; since I've silently watched her for years. We met once, but I don't think she'll remember me. After all,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I saved her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked into the grounds of Amsterdam High School. I lightly touched the school's walls and it brought back memories from years ago. Ah,it changed quite a lot since I've been here, I thought quietly as I tucked my hands into the pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh her, there she is.' I said under my breath as I caught a glimpse of her long straight black hair. It was the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;same &lt;/span&gt;hair I touched few months ago. She looked the same - beautiful and sweet. As I heard her giggle,I felt a wrench in my chest. But there was something &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt;, the way she talks, it was as if she was in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pain&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Soph, I see a new &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt; hunk staring at you.' Mina whispered to Sophia gladly after finding something to change the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh really? How hot is he?' Sophia asked weakly, trying to act interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Hotter than half of the population of guys.' Mina answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chuckled softly as I heard their conversation. It's not my fault that I have really good hearing, it's just what vampires have. But that, being a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vampire&lt;/span&gt;, I'm not proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't breathe and my arms and legs felt &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;strange&lt;/span&gt; as she turned around to looked at me. She looked as beautiful as ever, maybe even better than before. It was like I just learned what&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt; was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'He is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kinda&lt;/span&gt; hot.' Sophia said blankly, uninterested since she had a lot on her mind now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled lightly when i heard what she said. She wasn't telling the truth by the tone. But, I'll just believe what she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked down the hallway and reached the entrance of the office. '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mrs. Flamhaff&lt;/span&gt;' was pinned up on the door. I knocked the door loudly and said my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Come in, Alexander.' she answered as I opened the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Are you a new student here?' she asked as she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stared&lt;/span&gt; at me harshly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;Yeah.' I answered as I passed her all my documents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, it seems you won't be able to enter the school with these documents. You lack many things.' Mrs.Flamhaff said as she shakes her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No, I think I have&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; enough&lt;/span&gt; there to start school now.' I said, as she stared into my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Hmm, now that I see it. Yeah, you do have enough.' She said, while nodding her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As how superheroes have powers, vampires have them too. Power - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Compulsion&lt;/span&gt;. We can get &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anyone&lt;/span&gt; to do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my class schedule and headed to class &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as if&lt;/span&gt; I did it everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/1333020891990861387-7038752186527439279?l=tellmylittlestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmylittlestory.blogspot.com/feeds/7038752186527439279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tellmylittlestory.blogspot.com/2010/07/second-chapter-alexander.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333020891990861387/posts/default/7038752186527439279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333020891990861387/posts/default/7038752186527439279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmylittlestory.blogspot.com/2010/07/second-chapter-alexander.html' title='Second Chapter, Alexander.'/><author><name>Jeanette Chew Lay Fong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364838873982307602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zKZr5H1XSaA/TkPseYPgpcI/AAAAAAAABL4/PdV72UIDhys/s220/IMG_7756.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333020891990861387.post-6685048304641146712</id><published>2010-07-12T23:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T01:13:25.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Chapter, Sophia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The wind was strong and the rain was pouring down like it never rained in years, the car steered right then left then right. The screams, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; screams were the only thing we could hear as we fell into the depth. The only thing I could feel after that was air, and the only thing I could see was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;a shadow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; with bright &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I woke up, my lips slightly parted because of my screaming. I was in the car, I was the one who insisted on going there even though the weather was pissed. I......was the one who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; killed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; my parents. I remember the deer, then the car crashing into the river. What I didn't understand was how I got back to ground, or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;actually saved me. Everyone said it was a miracle as how I actually survived the accident. I sometimes wonder too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm now staying with my aunt, Becky. She's the one who's taking care of Max and I now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I changed out of my pj's and put on my favorite tee and jeans. It was the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; dreadful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;first day of school that everyone hates again. Worse, my parents aren't here anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I got into my bathroom and looked at the mirror intensely. The memories still lingered, the screams were horrid. The shadow, it was a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. But, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;who was it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;? All I could remember of him was his voice and his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;'Sophiaaa! Mina's here.' shouts Becky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;'I'm coming down.' I answered while grabbing my bag and my diary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sophia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;' a voice whispered behind me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;That whisper made my spine tingle and I covered my mouth to muffle my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. The memories flooded my mind, that was the voice. It's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, the guy who saved me and let my parents &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; instead. All I could remember was his voice and his bright &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I quickly ran down the stairs and acted as naturally as possible. My best friend, Mina was there waiting for me already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;'Hey Soph, ready for the new semester?' she smiled brightly as she said that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;'If you mean I have to say I'm fine repeatedly to strangers who pities me.' I answered grumpily as the thought hit me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;'Don't worry. Summer holidays were 2 months ago. I bet everyone is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; your news by now.' said Mina convincingly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;'I hope so.' I murmured softly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;unsure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333020891990861387-6685048304641146712?l=tellmylittlestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmylittlestory.blogspot.com/feeds/6685048304641146712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tellmylittlestory.blogspot.com/2010/07/first-chapter-sophia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333020891990861387/posts/default/6685048304641146712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333020891990861387/posts/default/6685048304641146712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmylittlestory.blogspot.com/2010/07/first-chapter-sophia.html' title='First Chapter, Sophia.'/><author><name>Jeanette Chew Lay Fong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364838873982307602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zKZr5H1XSaA/TkPseYPgpcI/AAAAAAAABL4/PdV72UIDhys/s220/IMG_7756.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1333020891990861387.post-2903088569046982759</id><published>2010-07-12T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T22:57:35.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What it means.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, it's my first story blog so I hope everyone enjoys it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vampire &lt;/span&gt;story, I know. Cliche. But read it first, then if you don't like it. Bye. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it goes on smoothly, and I'll update it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Loves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seriously&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the Author. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1333020891990861387-2903088569046982759?l=tellmylittlestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tellmylittlestory.blogspot.com/feeds/2903088569046982759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tellmylittlestory.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-it-means.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333020891990861387/posts/default/2903088569046982759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1333020891990861387/posts/default/2903088569046982759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tellmylittlestory.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-it-means.html' title='What it means.'/><author><name>Jeanette Chew Lay Fong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15364838873982307602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zKZr5H1XSaA/TkPseYPgpcI/AAAAAAAABL4/PdV72UIDhys/s220/IMG_7756.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
