<?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-123691496948873885</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:34:23.007-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pupylvr916pyqtz</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123691496948873885/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Teri Battles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123691496948873885.post-3092861799120212213</id><published>2009-01-16T14:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T14:08:33.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Living the Life chapter 8</title><content type='html'>“I have a list of things that I want to do before I die.” Alex said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why didn’t you tell anybody about it?” Alice asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Because I wanted it to be a secret, I didn’t want any help fulfilling it. But now that I don’t have that much time left, I need your help.” Alex said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, Alex, don’t be so negative.” Alice said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But will you help me do everything on my list...or almost everything?” Alex asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Of course I will. What all is on your list?” Alice asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“1. I want to get a tattoo&lt;br /&gt;2. I want to be in two places at once&lt;br /&gt;3. I want to get a dog&lt;br /&gt;4. I want to get an award for something&lt;br /&gt;5. I want to have a star named after me&lt;br /&gt;Those are only some of the things that I want to do. I have a lot more.” Alex said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well...I can help you with only a few of those things. The others you need to do on your own. But let’s start with the tattoo. Come over to my house we might have a few.” Alice said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay, let me go tell my dad.” Alex walked out of the room. When she came back in, they called Alice’s mom and she came and picked them up. When they got to Alice’s house, they went in the bathroom and looked for tattoos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We have butterflies, flowers, and fairies. Choose one or two.” Alice said. Alex chose the butterflies and told Alice where she wanted it. She put in on her shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thank you so much! I really appreciate it! I can cross that one off my list now. What can I do for the award?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well...I think that there’s a writing contest coming up in a few months. You can enter that if you want.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Great idea, I’ll start working right away.” Alex said. Alex’s dad came over and picked Alex up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three weeks passed. Alex got really sick and was in the hospital. She had entered her paper into the contest and didn’t have the results yet. Alice came into the hospital room with a few packages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Alex? I have a surprise for you.” Alice said. She walked over to Alex’s bed and opened a crate. A small golden retriever popped out of the box and jumped onto Ale’s bed. “Her name is Alex too. I got her for you.”“Oh Alice this is amazing! Thank you so much!” Alex said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“One more thing, but its outside. Can you get up?” Alice asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah I can get up now.” Alex said. She stood up and walked over to the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Look at that star right there. Do you know which one that is?” Alice asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Umm...No I’ve never heard of it. What is it?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Its name is Alex. I named it after you.” Alice said in tears now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh Alice that is probably the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me!” Alex said. She gave her cousin a hug. They walked back over to the bed. Alex went back into bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Alex, how much longer do you have to live?” Alice asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Not very long, but its ok don’t worry. You’ll be fine.” Alex said, in a calm voice. Alice got up and left the room, crying as she left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about three hours the doctor came out of the room and told us the news. Alex had gone, and left only her lifeless body behind. Alice cried like there was no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why did she have to leave us? Why couldn’t she have stayed?” Alice asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week later, they got the results for the contest. Alex had won with flying colors. She couldn’t go to receive her award, so Alice went for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Alex was one of the greatest people I have ever known. She helped me with everything. She would have been proud to win this award, but unfortunately she isn’t here anymore. But I’m sure that she is looking down on us right now.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life went on as normal, but without Alex to help Alice to get though things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123691496948873885-3092861799120212213?l=hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com/feeds/3092861799120212213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123691496948873885&amp;postID=3092861799120212213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123691496948873885/posts/default/3092861799120212213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123691496948873885/posts/default/3092861799120212213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com/2009/01/living-life-chapter-8.html' title='Living the Life chapter 8'/><author><name>Pupyluvr916</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123691496948873885.post-6779297522550268110</id><published>2009-01-16T13:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T13:40:05.089-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Living the Life chapter 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;“Alex has leukemia.” The nurse continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What happens to you when you have that?” Alice asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Leukemia is the cancer of the blood cells. Blood cells are made by bone marrow, which is the soft tissue in the middle of most bones. When you have leukemia, the bone marrow starts making to many white blood cells, and sometimes theses cells don’t work correctly. The cells keep growing when they were supposed to stop. They also grow faster than all the other blood cells. Over time, the abnormal cells crowd out your normal white blood cells, red blood cells, and platelets.” The nurse replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Is she going to die?” Alice asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“She has a chance of it...and this time it’s a much larger chance than the other disease that she had.” The nurse said. “If you want darling, you can go in and see her. She’s still a little sleepy from the medicine.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice walked into the room where Alex was sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hi Alex, how are you feeling?” Alice said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A little bit better, but not that great. I’m going to have to stay in the hospital for a few weeks to recover. Make sure that you come and visit every day.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I will Alex, I promise.” Alice said. She walked over and gave Alex a hug then went out of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                 * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the weeks wore on, Alex got better and better, but not well enough to be cured. After she got out of the hospital, she spent every moment with Alice. Alice took care of Alex to no end. One day when they were at the park, Alex told Alice something that she had never told anyone else.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123691496948873885-6779297522550268110?l=hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com/feeds/6779297522550268110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123691496948873885&amp;postID=6779297522550268110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123691496948873885/posts/default/6779297522550268110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123691496948873885/posts/default/6779297522550268110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com/2009/01/living-life-chapter-7.html' title='Living the Life chapter 7'/><author><name>Pupyluvr916</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123691496948873885.post-8046176580185727981</id><published>2009-01-15T12:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T12:54:37.422-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Living the Life Chapter 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alice noticed that something was wrong with Alex the next day. She was pale and not acting like herself. Alice called her uncle and asked him to come right away. He came over right away.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;“This better be good. I had to leave work early.” Her uncle said to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;“Come here, I need you to see Alex.” Alice said her voice rushed and trying to move quickly. They walked into Alex’s room. She was laying on the bed her face pale. She had wet towels on her head. She looked really sick. Her breathing was heavy. She stood up and tried to walk to her father. Then she collapsed in his arms.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; “Go get the phone. We are going to have to call 9-1-1 again. I don’t know what’s wrong with her. Do you have your cell phone?”&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; “Always, who do you need me to call?”&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;“Call Alex’s mother and sister. Tell them that we are at the hospital with Alex again. Tell them to meet us there as soon as possible.”&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;“Okay, I’ll go check if the ambulance is here yet.” She walked outside and started to hear the sirens calling. “UNCLE TOM! THEY’RE HERE!” The ambulance came in and got Alex. They took her to the hospital. When they arrived, Alex’s family was already there.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; “Is she okay? What happened to her? Where is she?” Alex’s mother asked, full of concern for her baby girl.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; “She’s in the operating room. They’re running tests on her. She should be okay.” Her dad said. Just then the nurse walked out.&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;“Family of....Alex Jones?” She asked   &lt;br /&gt;            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;“Yes that’s us. Is she okay?” Alex’s mother asked.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; “Well...actually...she has...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                             TO BE CONTINUED!!&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123691496948873885-8046176580185727981?l=hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com/feeds/8046176580185727981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123691496948873885&amp;postID=8046176580185727981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123691496948873885/posts/default/8046176580185727981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123691496948873885/posts/default/8046176580185727981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com/2009/01/living-life-chapter-6.html' title='Living the Life Chapter 6'/><author><name>Pupyluvr916</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123691496948873885.post-7661221692440524350</id><published>2009-01-09T13:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T13:50:42.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Living the Life chapter 5</title><content type='html'>The next morning Alice and her mom rushed to Alex’s house. They knocked on the door and Alex’s dad opened the door. He looked tired. Alice pushed by him and ran into the house and into Alex’s room. Alex was lying on the floor motionless, just like in her dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“SOMEONE HELP! ALEX IS HURT! CALL 9-1-1! QUICK SHE NEEDS MEDICAL HELP RIGHT AWAY!” everyone came rushing into Alex’s room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’ll get the phone. Alice, tell your mother to start the car.” Alex’s dad said. “Alice you are going in the ambulance along with Alex’s mother. Keep them safe for me. We’ll meet you at the hospital.” The ambulance came in about 5 minutes and took Alex, Alex’s mother, and Alice away to the hospital. Alice’s mom and Alex’s dad followed behind in a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the hospital, they took us to a room that was in the back wing. They hooked Alex up to machines that kept her breathing steady. Alice was sitting by Alex the whole time until she had to leave. They did tests on Alex and took her blood and everything just like in Alice’s dream. But this time...they found a match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few hours of operating on Alex, people were let into her room again, but only two at a time. Alice and Alex’s mother went in first. Alice ran over and sat down next to Alex. She was still asleep, and she looked so peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone got a chance to see Alex, and then the doctors came out of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are the family members of Alex here?” The nurse asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, that’s all of us.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, Alex is doing very well. She is going to need to stay in the hospital for a few days to recuperate. But then she will be able to go home with all of you again. You are allowed to visit her everyday until she goes home. She will be on antibiotics for the next few months, so you need to make sure that you give her that everyday.”&lt;br /&gt;“Okay, will do. Thank you for all your help with my little girl.” Alex’s mom said. After saying their last goodbyes to Alex the family was on their way again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After the two days were up, Alex was taken home. She was told just to rest in bed for a few days until she felt better. Alice and Alex decided to see each other everyday until they die. They spent so much time together that they were practically sisters. They spent everyday after school together. They got really close and told each other everything that was happening in their lives. Everything was working out fine until one day, everything possible went wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123691496948873885-7661221692440524350?l=hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com/feeds/7661221692440524350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123691496948873885&amp;postID=7661221692440524350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123691496948873885/posts/default/7661221692440524350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123691496948873885/posts/default/7661221692440524350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com/2009/01/living-life-chapter-5.html' title='Living the Life chapter 5'/><author><name>Pupyluvr916</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123691496948873885.post-2336754847791820422</id><published>2009-01-08T12:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T12:57:04.667-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Living the LIfe chapter 4</title><content type='html'>Alice sat on her bed her eyes bloodshot. She didn’t understand why it had to happen to her cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why not someone else, why her?” She thought. She walked downstairs to the amazing smell of crescent rolls roasting in the oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mom, why her, why Alex, why not me?” Alice said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh honey, I know you’re worried but its ok. She’ll be fine.” Her mom said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“OK. Well, I think that I’m going to go to bed now because it’s getting late. See you in the morning.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Goodnight honey. Sweet dreams.” Her mom said. As Alice was walking up the stairs, she was wondering if her cousin really would be ok. She went up to bed and turned off her light. That night she dreamt of horrible things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alex was walking down a hallway and then she collapsed. She was still able to talk, but no one was around to help her. She just lay there on the floor screaming. She wanted to go and help but there was no way that she could go now. It was too late. Alex closed her eyes and stopped screaming. She was just lying there, motionless. Alex was rushed to the hospital. When Alice walked in Alex was hooked up to all theses machines. Tubes were going up her nose and in her mouth. She looked horrible. They were taking blood from her to see if they could find any matches for her blood type. If they couldn’t...well then Alex was out of luck. They went and looked at blood types for some of their patients. Nobody was a match to Alex.&lt;/em&gt; Just then Alice woke up. She was on the floor just sitting there. She must have fallen out of bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mother came rushing into the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Honey are you ok? What happened?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mom,” Alice said sobbing, “I think something happened to Alex.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123691496948873885-2336754847791820422?l=hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com/feeds/2336754847791820422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123691496948873885&amp;postID=2336754847791820422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123691496948873885/posts/default/2336754847791820422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123691496948873885/posts/default/2336754847791820422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com/2009/01/living-life-chapter-4.html' title='Living the LIfe chapter 4'/><author><name>Pupyluvr916</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123691496948873885.post-1150704725930358588</id><published>2008-12-19T13:57:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T14:03:42.802-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Living the Life chapter 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;After they got home, they talked about what was happening to Alex. Alice’s mom said that it is very sad and we have to do our best to help her family. We are going there once a week.&lt;br /&gt;“But they said that it wasn’t that bad.” Alice said.&lt;br /&gt;“Yes honey, but you never know, it could get a lot worse.” her mother replied.&lt;br /&gt;“Why are you always so negative? Why can’t you just be a little positive sometimes?” Alice yelled at her mother. She stormed up to her room and logged onto her laptop. She went onto Facebook and started to look for her cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex is Sick and tired. Probably not going to school for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice looked for online friends and the little box said that there were 5 people online. She clicked on it to see who was on. To her surprise Alex wasn’t on. Alex was always on at this time in the day. But Alice’s boyfriend, Luke, was on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke: Hey sweetie&lt;br /&gt;Alice: Hey Lukie!&lt;br /&gt;Luke: What’s up with your status?&lt;br /&gt;Alice: Well…umm…&lt;br /&gt;Luke: You can tell me honey I won’t tell anybody&lt;br /&gt;Alice: Ok&lt;br /&gt;My cousin was diagnosed with diabetes and she is really sick. They said that it wasn’t that bad but I don’t believe them. She said she has type 1 which is usually classified to kids. I’m really worried about her.&lt;br /&gt;Luke: aw I wish I was there to comfort you&lt;br /&gt;Alice: I wish you were here too&lt;br /&gt;Luke: ugghh my mom’s calling me g2g&lt;br /&gt;Alice: Ok bye see you on Monday&lt;br /&gt;Luke: bye! Love ya&lt;br /&gt;Alice: love ya too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice looked at what other friends were online. Nobody interesting was online so she logged off. Then someone knocked at her door.&lt;br /&gt;“Honey, are you in there?” Alice’s mom said.&lt;br /&gt;“Just leave me alone.” Alice said trying to make her voice sound mad.&lt;br /&gt;“Alice, I know that you’re upset about the whole Alex thing…” Alice cut her mother off&lt;br /&gt;“MOM YOU DON’T KNOW ANYTHING! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!” Alice yelled so loud that the vase on her desk shook with her voice. The tears came again, this time stronger. She was upset and there was nothing anybody could do about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123691496948873885-1150704725930358588?l=hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com/feeds/1150704725930358588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123691496948873885&amp;postID=1150704725930358588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123691496948873885/posts/default/1150704725930358588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123691496948873885/posts/default/1150704725930358588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com/2008/12/living-life-chapter-3.html' title='Living the Life chapter 3'/><author><name>Pupyluvr916</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123691496948873885.post-1537940587735172209</id><published>2008-12-18T13:18:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T13:40:16.958-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Living the Life chapter 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;“Alex was at school, just a normal day. She started feeling a little sick. She decided to go to the nurse. She walked down the hall, and then all of a sudden she collapsed. Lucky for her, her school makes them go to the nurse with another person. Her friend started calling for help. Three first grade teachers came running and picked Alex up. They called 9-1-1 and Alex was rushed to the hospital. They called me right away and I sped down the hospital. The doctor looked at her and did some tests and they found out that she had diabetes.” Uncle Tom said in a very solemn voice.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, Uncle Tom, that’s horrible! Alex I’m so sorry!” Alice stood up and ran around to her cousin. Alice gave Alex a big hug.&lt;br /&gt;“It’s ok Alice. As long as I take the correct amount of insulin and don’t eat too much sugar during the day, I should be fine.”&lt;br /&gt;“But what is diabetes exactly?” Alice asked very concerned about her cousin.&lt;br /&gt;“Diabetes is a disease where the body doesn’t produce or properly use insulin.” Alice said.&lt;br /&gt;“But what’s insulin?” Alice asked.&lt;br /&gt;“Insulin is a hormone that is needed to convert sugar, starches, and other food into energy needed for daily life.” Alex said. “I have type 1 diabetes.”&lt;br /&gt;“What’s the difference between all the types of diabetes?” Alice asked, quite confused at this point.&lt;br /&gt;“Type 1 diabetes is usually diagnosed to children and young adults, another name for it is juvenile diabetes. In type 1 diabetes, the body doesn’t produce insulin.”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, well…is there a way to cure diabetes?” Alice said almost in tears.&lt;br /&gt;“The only way that I could be “cured” is if I got a transplant. But I would have to take serious risks for that. I would have to take powerful drugs for the rest of my life. The drugs would suppress the immune system so my body won’t reject the new thing in me.”&lt;br /&gt;“Is there a chance that you could ever die?” Alice asked in tears.&lt;br /&gt;“Yes,” Alex said tears starting to run down her face “but the chance is small.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123691496948873885-1537940587735172209?l=hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com/feeds/1537940587735172209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123691496948873885&amp;postID=1537940587735172209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123691496948873885/posts/default/1537940587735172209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123691496948873885/posts/default/1537940587735172209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com/2008/12/living-life-chapter-2.html' title='Living the Life chapter 2'/><author><name>Pupyluvr916</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123691496948873885.post-5537654624493756783</id><published>2008-12-18T12:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T12:48:56.065-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Living the Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Hey Alice! Get your butt down here!" yelled Peter, Alice's 19 year old brother. He had big blue eyes and short blonde hair. They were going out to dinner, and like every girl, Alice couldn't get her hair just right.&lt;br /&gt;"One second Peter! My ponytail isn't going up right!" Finally, after quite a while, Alice walked down the steps of their house. Her long brown hair swinging behind her in a high ponytail. Alice was 13 years old and had big brown eyes and long, straight, brown hair. Alice’s family was going out to dinner with their Uncle Tom. Alice got along really well with her cousins and couldn’t wait to see them. She ran outside and hopped in the car. Peter came along and got in the front seat. Alice’s mom and dad were divorced so Peter was the man of the house now. Since their mother was tired, Peter volunteered to drive.&lt;br /&gt;“Thank you Peter, that’s very helpful of you.” Their mother Anne said. After for driving for about twenty minutes, they reached the restaurant where they were going to meet their cousins and their uncle. The minute Alice saw her cousins and her uncle coming, she ran over to them.&lt;br /&gt;“Uncle Tom! You’re here!” Alice said, happy to once again see her uncle.&lt;br /&gt;“What? You thought I wasn’t coming?” Her uncle laughed and embraced Alice. They walked to the entrance of the restaurant and waited to be seated. While they were waiting, they started to talk.&lt;br /&gt;“Uncle Tom?” Alice asked.&lt;br /&gt;“Yes Alice?”&lt;br /&gt;“Where’s the rest of your family?” Alice said.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh they’re coming. Don’t worry.” Just then the rest of the family started walking around the corner. Alice ran to greet them.&lt;br /&gt;“Tomas, Maddie, John, and last but not least ALEX!!” Alice said. Alex was her cousin that she really got along well with.  She was also thirteen. She was a little smaller than Alice, but had the same basic features. She had the same long straight brown hair and the big brown eyes.&lt;br /&gt;“Alice! It’s so good to see you again!” Alex said.&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, you too. You look different; did you do something to your hair?” Alice asked.&lt;br /&gt;“Ummm…not exactly. Daddy, should I say?” Alex asked her father in a hushed tone.&lt;br /&gt;“Not yet honey; let’s get some dinner first.” Her father said.&lt;br /&gt;“Okay. I’ll tell you later Alice.” Alex said as they were being showed to their table. After they sat down, Alice looked at Alex waiting for an answer.&lt;br /&gt;“Now Daddy?” Alex asked.&lt;br /&gt;“Sure honey.” Uncle Tom said. “Do you want me to tell them? Or do you think you can do it your self?”&lt;br /&gt;“Umm…can you do it for me?”&lt;br /&gt;“Of course honey.” Uncle Tom started the story.&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/123691496948873885-5537654624493756783?l=hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com/feeds/5537654624493756783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123691496948873885&amp;postID=5537654624493756783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123691496948873885/posts/default/5537654624493756783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123691496948873885/posts/default/5537654624493756783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com/2008/12/living-life.html' title='Living the Life'/><author><name>Pupyluvr916</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123691496948873885.post-7768934212035305097</id><published>2008-12-11T12:51:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T12:52:51.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Space Girl</title><content type='html'>I woke up and looked around in the darkness. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It was cloudy on that night&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;there were no stars in sight. &lt;/span&gt;It was the night when all &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the planets were alligned&lt;/span&gt;. I found myself dreaming about a girl that I met. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;One look thats all it took to send me to another galaxy&lt;/span&gt;. I was just a teenage boy and I was dreaming about the most beautiful girl in school. Her blonde hair and blue eyes were the most beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;At lunch I went outside and ate with my friends. I noticed her sitting all alone. I walked over to her and sat down next to her. I asked her what was wrong and she said that her sister &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;was on her way to Mars and she ran into a star. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;she fell into my arms. Thank you gravity, never let her go. I'll hide her UFO, she'll never have to know. She's my space girl and she's out of this world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I looked down at her and her face was wet with tears. Then, I leaned down and kissed her cheak. She blushed, and I lifted her out of my arms. I walked away slowly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next I asked her out on a date. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We were watching Star Wars and she looked kinda bored. She said she had seen it all before. Then she made me wonder even more. Which universe was hers, which galaxy did she call home? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;After we got home as I was driving her home I asked her which planet was her favorite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She said the moon was overrated and that Jupiter's her favorite. She said that Pluto can't hang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I looked her in the eyes. Now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;like a meteor I'm falling from the first time that I saw her, it was heaven on earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She's my space girl and she's out of this world! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on the song "Out Of This World" by the Jonas Brothers! Hope you liked it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123691496948873885-7768934212035305097?l=hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com/feeds/7768934212035305097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123691496948873885&amp;postID=7768934212035305097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123691496948873885/posts/default/7768934212035305097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123691496948873885/posts/default/7768934212035305097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com/2008/12/space-girl.html' title='Space Girl'/><author><name>Pupyluvr916</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123691496948873885.post-8545804636584495492</id><published>2008-12-11T12:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:46:34.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>any ideas????</title><content type='html'>I'm kind of having a writers block right now and I can't think of anything to write about. So if you have any ideas on what I could write about, then just post a comment and I'll think about it! Thanks so much!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123691496948873885-8545804636584495492?l=hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com/feeds/8545804636584495492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123691496948873885&amp;postID=8545804636584495492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123691496948873885/posts/default/8545804636584495492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123691496948873885/posts/default/8545804636584495492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com/2008/12/any-ideas.html' title='any ideas????'/><author><name>Pupyluvr916</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123691496948873885.post-2997727250642310935</id><published>2008-11-21T13:42:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T14:00:48.888-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Facts about Sleep</title><content type='html'>Did you know that if it takes you less than five minutes to fall asleep, you are sleep deprived? The ideal time is between 10-15 minutes.  Personally it usually takes me about an hour to fall asleep. A lot of my friends don't fall asleep that easily either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know, the record for the longest period without sleep is 18 days 21 hours and 40 minutes. And that was during a rocking chair marathon.  I don't think that I could go that long without sleeping. I really like my sleep, and without it...well lets just say I'm not myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also a new baby typically results in 400-750 hours of lost sleep for the parents in the first year. Isn't that amazing? I don't think that I would be very happy if my child made me loose that much sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that tiny little luminous rays from a digital alarm clock can be enough to disrupt the sleep cycle even if your not fully awake. The light turns off a "neural switch" in your brain, thus causing levels of a key sleep chemical to decline within minutes. Isn't that amazing? I didn't know that those little lights could mess up your whole sleeping schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK that's all I have right now but I will definitely add more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123691496948873885-2997727250642310935?l=hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com/feeds/2997727250642310935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123691496948873885&amp;postID=2997727250642310935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123691496948873885/posts/default/2997727250642310935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123691496948873885/posts/default/2997727250642310935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com/2008/11/fun-facts-about-sleep.html' title='Fun Facts about Sleep'/><author><name>Pupyluvr916</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123691496948873885.post-5289760144664091063</id><published>2008-11-18T13:53:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T12:50:25.212-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Trip part 3</title><content type='html'>The dreaded day was finally here. The moving vans were all packed up and ready to go. Mary had come to say goodbye. It was the day before Lizzie's 16 birthday, and all the invitations had to be recollected. Lizzie and Mary were both crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know that you'll love it in California. Say hi to all the celebrities for me." Mary said, her voice stuffy from crying so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will, if I do ever meet any celebrities. I promise that I'll write you every day! And I'm transporting my laptop and I will have it on the plane. Email me everyday! Oh, wow I'm really going to miss you!" Lizzie started sobbing all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come on honey, time to go to the airport. " Lizzie's mother said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I guess this is good bye." Mary said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya, I guess so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK, well goodbye." Mary said. Then she ran off. She couldn't stand goodbyes. Lizzie climbed into their limo and they were off. When they got to the airport, they climbed into their private jet. When they arrived to California, it was 11:30 at night. It was a long flight and Lizzie was tired. Her father had a house all ready for them to move into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they got home, they unloaded all their necessary belongings. Lizzie had her bed, her desk, and her armchair all set up in her room before she went to bed. By that time it was already 2:00 in the moring. Lizzie was tired and fell right to sleep. That nighttshe dreamed of fire and rain. When she woke up, everything was still dark. She got out of bed and went down to the kitchen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123691496948873885-5289760144664091063?l=hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com/feeds/5289760144664091063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123691496948873885&amp;postID=5289760144664091063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123691496948873885/posts/default/5289760144664091063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123691496948873885/posts/default/5289760144664091063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com/2008/11/big-trip-part-3.html' title='The Big Trip part 3'/><author><name>Pupyluvr916</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123691496948873885.post-2825265981130464799</id><published>2008-11-14T13:31:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T14:04:22.769-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Old Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I was younger I lived in Africa. I was actually adopted there. My mom and my dad got married in Mali. After they got married they went to India where they then adopted my sister. They came back to Africa and they waited for about a year or so then they adopted me. I lived in Africa the first two years of my life. I don't really remember anything, but I have seen videos.The earliest video was me when I had just arrived to our house in Nairobi, Kenya. Our family used to have two dogs and I wasn't really used to them. But later on as I got older, we started going to game parks and other things. Once we went to a game park and got less than a yard away from a rhino. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;When we moved back here to the United States, we went looking for houses. Whenever my sister or I saw a house with a play set out back, we would say "Mama can we get that house?", even if the house wasn't for sale. It was really funny. Finally we bought the house that we are living in today. We have a nice puppy named Latte and we all live happily for ever after!! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123691496948873885-2825265981130464799?l=hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com/feeds/2825265981130464799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123691496948873885&amp;postID=2825265981130464799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123691496948873885/posts/default/2825265981130464799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123691496948873885/posts/default/2825265981130464799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-old-life.html' title='My Old Life'/><author><name>Pupyluvr916</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123691496948873885.post-8651107779234424933</id><published>2008-11-07T13:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T13:54:07.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dog Latte</title><content type='html'>Latte, my dog, is a corgi and a spaniel mix. She is really cute. We adopted her from Lost Dog Foundation. Here is the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family wanted another dog because we had to put our old on to sleep. We found out that Lost Dog comes to Petsmart every Saturday. We went to the closest Petsmart and got out of the car. When we looked around, we saw lots of dogs out on the sidewalk with people who worked at Lost Dog or were volunteering there. We looked at all the dogs outside and found a few we liked. My dad wanted a really big "manly" dog, but my mom (who would be around the dog the most becuase she works from home) wanted a small dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and I went inside to try to find smaller dogs. I found a really small one that I really liked, but my mom said that it was a little to small. As we walked around some more, we came across the donation dog. The donation dog was the dog that wears a little vest that says donations and the people could give donations for Lost Dog. I started to sit down so I could pet her. We asked the woman what her name was and the woman answered, "Latte."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom thought she was the perfect dog. After we got some more information on Latte we decieded that she was the one. We took her over to the adoption booth. They took the little vest off of her and said she was ours, well after we filled out tons of forms. We went around and found a leash, a collar, water and food bowls, and lots and lots of toys. After that we asked what kind of food Latte eats and they gave us the brand name. They called Latte's foster mommy and told her to come. The foster mom gave us a list of things that Latte likes. I looked up into the womans eyes and noticed that she was crying. She had brought her dog with her. Latte and the womans dog got to be very good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both the dogs were wimpering. We tried to keep the dogs away from each other. After we got everything we needed for Latte, we took her home. I took her into my room and told her to jump up onto my bed. Latte jupmed up and snuggled into my pillows. I went and sat next to her and gave her a big hug. We finally had a dog, and she is ours forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123691496948873885-8651107779234424933?l=hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com/feeds/8651107779234424933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123691496948873885&amp;postID=8651107779234424933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123691496948873885/posts/default/8651107779234424933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123691496948873885/posts/default/8651107779234424933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-dog-latte.html' title='My Dog Latte'/><author><name>Pupyluvr916</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123691496948873885.post-5883344400385078460</id><published>2008-11-06T12:35:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:12:56.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Trip part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Lizzie put Coco back in her cage and went down stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lizzie, we need to talk." Her father said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"About what Daddy?" Lizzie replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well...I got a job offer in California. There are houses selling there and they need my help to repair them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT?!?! You can't do that to me! Its almost my birthday and I need to stay here. I can't leave." Lizzie said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Honey, I'm sorry but we have to go." Her mom said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But why can't they get someone in California to do it? Why do &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;have to go?" Lizzie said, tears starting to run down her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They like your father's work. They think that the houses will sell better if he fixes them up rather than someone in California." Her mom said, walking over and stroking her hair. Lizzie pushed her mom's hand away and ran up to her room. She picked up her phone, which had its own private line, and dialed her best friends cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello?" Her best friend Mary said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, it's me Lizzie." Lizzie said, obvious disappointment in her voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lizzie, is something wrong?" Mary said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My dad got a stupid job in California, and...and I have to move there." Lizzie said crying all over again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"What do you mean that you have to move? You can't move! You're my best friend!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"I'm so sorry. I tried to convince them not to go, but they just wouldn't listen to me." Mary hung up on Lizzie. "Mary, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me." Lizzie stormed down stairs and went into the living room. Her parents were sitting on the couch looking at brochures for California. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"I can't believe you guys! You made my best friend hate me!" Lizzie said. She was crying all over again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Lizzie what are you talking about? Nobody hates you." her mom said in a very calm voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Oh ya? Well then why did my best friend hang up on me?" Lizzie said. She turned around and went back up stairs. She slammed her door so hard that the chandelier in her bedroom shook. She started blasting her music and went and sat on her bed. She picked up her pillow and screamed into it. Then she thought of a way that she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; have to go with her parents. She picked up the phone and dialed Mary's number. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123691496948873885-5883344400385078460?l=hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com/feeds/5883344400385078460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123691496948873885&amp;postID=5883344400385078460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123691496948873885/posts/default/5883344400385078460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123691496948873885/posts/default/5883344400385078460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com/2008/11/big-trip-part-2.html' title='The Big Trip part 2'/><author><name>Pupyluvr916</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123691496948873885.post-1583698310917806831</id><published>2008-10-31T13:38:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T12:40:09.098-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The big Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;"But Daddy!Why can't I get a puppy? All I have at home is 30 fish, 14 birds, 9 dogs, 8 cats, 3 monkeys, 25 hamsters, 4 guinea pigs, and 17 mice! I want a puppy!" 15 year old Lizzie complained to her father. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;"But honey, you already have so many pets. &lt;em&gt;Why&lt;/em&gt; do you need another one?" her very exasperated father said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Lizzie is 15 and is turning 16 in less than a month. She wanted her birthday party to be perfect. Her father is an architect. Lizzie lives in a mansion in South Carolina. Her mother owns a hospital. Her family is very wealthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Daddy, I want another pet. It's my birthday month. You're supposed to get me what ever I want!" Lizzie said looking longingly at the little brown puppy sitting in the window. "Look at his eyes! They're so big and round and brown."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Lizzie finally convinced her dad and walked home with a new puppy in her arms. When she got home she got a brand new cage out of the closet. She cleaned it out and put her new puppy inside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Now what should I name you?" Lizzie sat there for a while deciding on what to name her puppy. "How about Coco?" The puppy barked and wagged its tail. " You like that name don't you?" She took Coco out of her cage and gave her a big hug. Then her dad called her down stairs for dinner.&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/123691496948873885-1583698310917806831?l=hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com/feeds/1583698310917806831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123691496948873885&amp;postID=1583698310917806831' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123691496948873885/posts/default/1583698310917806831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123691496948873885/posts/default/1583698310917806831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com/2008/10/but-daddywhy-cant-i-get-puppy-all-i.html' title='The big Trip'/><author><name>Pupyluvr916</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123691496948873885.post-4078989353816317656</id><published>2008-10-30T12:48:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T12:54:48.341-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes sweet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes sour&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;always there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;every hour&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dressing up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;having fun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;eating candy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;one by one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get in fights&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;then make up &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sharing joy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;with your new pup&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;make you smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;even when you're sad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;remembering times &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that you had&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Birthday fun &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;with everyone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sharing cakes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;now I'm done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/123691496948873885-4078989353816317656?l=hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com/feeds/4078989353816317656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123691496948873885&amp;postID=4078989353816317656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123691496948873885/posts/default/4078989353816317656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123691496948873885/posts/default/4078989353816317656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com/2008/10/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Pupyluvr916</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123691496948873885.post-188581091771089631</id><published>2008-10-30T12:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T13:13:26.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer Star chapter 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mary woke up and didn't recognize where she was. Then she remembered that she was in that man's house. She opened her eyes just a little bit. She tried to sit up but felt something weighing her down. She lifted her head but saw nothing. Again she tried to sit up. This time she succeeded. She noticed that she was on a bed, kind of like a hospital bed. She looked around but only saw lots of machines. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;"I must be in a hospital." she thought, still looking around. She had never been in a hospital before. It was something completely new to her. She had heard lots of them, and had seen them before, but she had never been the actual patient. Then she heard footsteps. She quickly laid back down, but not fast enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;"You're awake. Good now we can begin treatment." The man who had kidnapped her said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Treatment? What treatment? I'm not getting any treatment." Mary said in a worried voice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Oh, but you are. We have planned something really special for you." The man said. Mary was scared and didn't know what they were going to do to her. The man took out a knife. Mary closed her eyes and started to pray. Then she was ready. When nothing happened she opened her eyes. She saw him heating the knife over a cigarette lighter. He took her hand and put the knife in her palm. It burned. He closed her fingers around it and held them there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mary's eyes were burning in pain. Then she was saved. Five police men (and one woman) broke the door down. The man dropped her hand and tried to run. Mary's parents ran in and picked her up. Then looked at her hand and saw that it was burnt. They were all crying, happy to be reunited again. The men that had kidnapped her all were sentenced to life in prison with no chance of parole. Mary was taken home and her burns were carefully treated. She was so happy to be home again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mary was feeling better, her parents had a talk with her. Her mother was crying so she couldn't talk. Instead her father took over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Mary how did this happen?" Her father (Mark) asked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;"I...I met this guy online. His name was Soccer Star and he said that he was my age. I talked to him and told him stuff." Mary said sobbing again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;"What kind of stuff?" Mark asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Like what school I go to and...that I play basketball..and my number on the team." Mary answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Mary, you don't tell people that you don't know that kind of information." Susan (her mother) said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;"I didn't know that he wasn't really a girl my age. I'm sorry." Mary cried to them. Her face was covered in tears and her nose was all red. Mary walked up to her room and closed the door. She sat on her bed and just cried. She was there for about half an hour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mary never forgot that day that she was taken. The moral of this story is never talk to people online that you don't know. Don't let them lure information out of you. Be careful.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE END&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123691496948873885-188581091771089631?l=hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com/feeds/188581091771089631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123691496948873885&amp;postID=188581091771089631' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123691496948873885/posts/default/188581091771089631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123691496948873885/posts/default/188581091771089631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com/2008/10/soccer-star-chapter-5.html' title='Soccer Star chapter 5'/><author><name>Pupyluvr916</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123691496948873885.post-9103258917925277504</id><published>2008-10-23T12:43:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T13:12:39.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Michelle Gardner-Quinn</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It was over as soon as it had started. I cried and cried but I knew that nothing I could do would bring her back. Michelle was an environmentalist, which meant that she really cared about the Earth. She would do all she could to help it. When I woke up that morning, my mom had said that she was in the paper. I went over and looked at the article. I thought that the article would be for something good. After I read that little clip in the news paper, I was totally changed. Michelle Gardner- Quinn had been abducted, which meant that she was kidnapped. I just stood there in complete shock. I have heard of instances where people had been kidnapped, but I never thought that it would happen to someone that I knew. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michelle was walking home to her campus dorm at night all alone. She borrowed a cell phone from a stranger. A jewelry store surveillance camera caught Michelle walking with the man (the owner of the cell phone). A few days later they found her lifeless body stuffed in a rock crevice by Hunting Gorge in Richmond, Vermont. They took an autopsy (the medical examination of a dead body in order to establish the cause and circumstances of the death). They found that she had been sexually assaulted, beaten, and strangled. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;I knew Michelle very well. She was a close friend of mine. She actually taught me how to swim. She was an amazing person. When ever I was around her, I always got shy. Now, looking back, I wish that I would have been more outgoing around her. Just enough to become closer to her. I think that, if anyone, she was the one who really deserved to live a good life. Maybe if she was still alive today, the world would be a better place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I didn't go to her funeral because I would have been to sad. My mom, dad, and sister went though. They said that it was definitely sad, and that I would not have liked it. The news is that the man who killed Michelle has been sentenced to a life in jail with no chance of parole. In Vermont I don't think that the death sentence is allowed. So this man has to spend the rest of his days in a dirty old prison. The man who did this horrible thing to Michelle has 3 children and I think a wife as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I really miss Michelle. She was an amazing person. I will always remember Michelle. I think that everyone will. She is one of those people who you could never forget, in a good way of course. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123691496948873885-9103258917925277504?l=hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com/feeds/9103258917925277504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123691496948873885&amp;postID=9103258917925277504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123691496948873885/posts/default/9103258917925277504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123691496948873885/posts/default/9103258917925277504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com/2008/10/it-was-over-as-soon-as-it-had-started.html' title='Michelle Gardner-Quinn'/><author><name>Pupyluvr916</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123691496948873885.post-1022124388956924582</id><published>2008-10-17T14:02:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T13:56:29.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer Star Chapter 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The man threw Mary out of the van. Mary looked up and saw a big house very well taken care of. She felt a sudden pain in her arm. She looked down and saw that her arm was bleeding. When the man threw her out of the car she must have scraped it on the sidewalk. He picked her up by the arm and dragged her into the house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When she went into the house she looked up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Wow." She said in amazement. The walls were lined with very expensive looking paintings and there were crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Don't tell anyone about this. OK?" The man said practically yelling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Why not?" Mary asked, scared half to death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Just don't." The man said. He dragged her up the stairs and into a small room. The room had very bad lighting and there was no furniture in it. He just shoved her onto the concrete floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Ouch! That hurt." Mary said looking down at her leg to make sure that it wasn't bleeding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Oh stop complaining." The man said. He closed the door and left. Everything went black. Mary got accustomed to the dark. She stood up and walked over to a tiny window. Then she smelled something. She looked down and thought that she saw something in the shape of a body. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its probably just a blanket." She thought, a little scared. She stood up on a bench and looked out the window. She remembered that she had her cell phone in her pocket. She reached down and into her pocket. She didn't fell her phone. "Oh man! It probably fell out when the guy pulled me out onto the porch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she saw a latch on the window and tried to open it. It wouldn't budge. Frustrated, she walked back to the corner that she was thrown in and sat down. She started crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What am I going to do? I don't want to stay here forever. I want to go back to my family." She was sobbing now. She was scared and didn't know what to do. Suddenly the door opened. Mary jumped, and closed her eyes at the bright light. There was a flash of light then....darkness. &lt;/span&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/123691496948873885-1022124388956924582?l=hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com/feeds/1022124388956924582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123691496948873885&amp;postID=1022124388956924582' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123691496948873885/posts/default/1022124388956924582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123691496948873885/posts/default/1022124388956924582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com/2008/10/soccer-star-chapter-4.html' title='Soccer Star Chapter 4'/><author><name>Pupyluvr916</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123691496948873885.post-5713805364423909647</id><published>2008-10-16T20:13:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T13:53:59.084-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer Star Chapter 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"But that's impossible." Mary said in disbelief. "Soccer Star is a girl my age. She goes to Washington Lee. She told me that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That was me pretending to be a girl that goes to Washington Lee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But..how did you find me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"After you told me that you went to Yorktown, that you played basketball, and that your number is 7, I looked you up on the Internet. I found you easily." Mary looked down and saw something shining in the mans hands. "Now, get in the van." The man said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO!" Mary screamed. She tried to slam the door shut but the man was faster. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her out onto the porch. "STOP IT! SOMEONE HELP ME! PLEASE, ANYONE! HELP!" Mary tried to scream. The man covered her mouth with his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its no use. No one can hear you." The man told her. Mary's parents worked late and wouldn't be home until later. Mary had no choice. She knew that the man was stronger than her and could easily hurt her. She went with him. He shoved her into his van and they started to drive. As the man had pulled Mary out onto the porch, her cell phone had fallen out. Now she had no way of calling the police or contacting her home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When Mary's parents got home, they noticed that her cell phone was just lying on the porch. They walked inside, and started to call Mary's name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Mary?" Her mom called walking up to her bedroom. "Mary we're home. Please come out of..." Mary's mom stopped as she realized that Marys door was open. She walked into Mary's room. Nobody was in the room. Mary's backpack was lying on the floor. "Mark, Mary isn't in her room. Is she downstairs?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"No honey, Mary isn't down here either." Mary's dad replied. Mary's parents searched the house only to find that Mary wasn't there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Mark, call the police, I think something is wrong." Susan (Mary's mom) said. They called the police and in about 10 minutes, two police cars arrived. The police men asked Mark and Susan a few questions about Mary. Susan said that the last time that she had seen Mary was that morning. The police got a picture of Mary from her parents, and with all the information needed, they left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"I hope that they find her soon." Susan asked in tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"They will honey, don't you worry. If they don't find her soon enough, then I will look for her my self."&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/123691496948873885-5713805364423909647?l=hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com/feeds/5713805364423909647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123691496948873885&amp;postID=5713805364423909647' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123691496948873885/posts/default/5713805364423909647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123691496948873885/posts/default/5713805364423909647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com/2008/10/soccer-star-chapter-3.html' title='Soccer Star Chapter 3'/><author><name>Pupyluvr916</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123691496948873885.post-6872164488307032904</id><published>2008-10-16T10:40:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T20:13:28.469-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer Star Chapter 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Mary was walking home from school one day and she thought that she heard something following her. She turned around but saw nothing. She started to walk again. When she reached her house, she stepped onto the porch. She looked back but didn't see anyone. She walked inside and made sure to lock all the doors and windows just in case someone &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; following her. She went into her bedroom and looked out her window that looked onto the street. Then suddenly she saw something move behind a bush. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Its probably just a squirrel." She thought. She went on to do her homework. Then she heard a knock on the door. She went over to the door and looked out the little window that looked onto her porch. Mary's friend had told her that she was going to come over so Mary thought that is was her. Mary's vision was blurred when she looked out the window, so she wasn't quite sure it was her friend. She opened the door and saw a man standing there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi I'm Soccer star."&lt;br /&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/123691496948873885-6872164488307032904?l=hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com/feeds/6872164488307032904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123691496948873885&amp;postID=6872164488307032904' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123691496948873885/posts/default/6872164488307032904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123691496948873885/posts/default/6872164488307032904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com/2008/10/soccer-star-chapter-2.html' title='Soccer Star Chapter 2'/><author><name>Pupyluvr916</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123691496948873885.post-1021623189248834969</id><published>2008-10-16T10:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T10:31:08.951-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer Star chapter 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Have you ever had an experience that you wanted to forget but never could? Well that is exactly how Mary, a sixteen year girl, felt the day that she thought could have been the worst day ever. Here is what happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;   Mary was home alone so she decided to go on the computer. She logged on to her email and started to look through her inbox. Just then an invitation to chat popped up. She looked at the name but didn't recognize it. She thought that it was just one of her friends so she accepted the invitation. Then the person started to chat with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary16: Hey, what's up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soccer star: Not much just talking to some of my friends. How are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary16: I am really good thanks. What school do you go to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soccer star: I go to Washington Lee high school. Where do you go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary16: I go to Yorktown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soccer star: Do you play any sports?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary16: Ya, I play basketball. On my team I am number 7. Do you play anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soccer star: I play basketball also! Well I also play a little soccer, as you can probably tell. That is so cool. Maybe we will play against each other sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary and soccer star continued their conversation. They talked quite a bit. They shared what music they liked and all sorts of other things. When Mary got on the Internet again the next day, soccer star was logged in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soccer star: Hi! It's nice to talk to you again. How have you been?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary16: I have been good thanks. How have you been?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soccer star replied and they talked and talked. Mary really felt as if she was connecting to this other 16 year old girl. But Mary didn't know that this was no 16 year old girl. It was a grown man. This man had been watching her for quite some time. He looked up the address of her school and found the days that they had basketball practice. He had gone to Yorktown and watched number 7 play. He took pictures of her, looked her up on the computer and soon he had all the information he needed. &lt;/span&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/123691496948873885-1021623189248834969?l=hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com/feeds/1021623189248834969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123691496948873885&amp;postID=1021623189248834969' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123691496948873885/posts/default/1021623189248834969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123691496948873885/posts/default/1021623189248834969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com/2008/10/soccer-star-chapter-1.html' title='Soccer Star chapter 1'/><author><name>Pupyluvr916</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123691496948873885.post-1868184171386761741</id><published>2008-10-10T13:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T14:06:24.502-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nick Jonas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVpjJt4hlOs/SO-U_jxqr1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/up72gUNbQdM/s1600-h/2445926744_884b72f6d0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255583109820886866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="150" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVpjJt4hlOs/SO-U_jxqr1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/up72gUNbQdM/s200/2445926744_884b72f6d0.jpg" width="157" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O..M..G!! Did you hear I'm dating a Jonas Brother? Its so hot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most teenage girls absolutely LOVE the Jonas Brothers. I am one of those girls. Some girls like them just because they are cute. I personally like them because they are good at singing and they really know how to put on a good show, and because they are cute. Out of the three of them Nick Jonas has to be my favorite! Wait a second, I shouldn't say three, I should say four! Some people might forget about Frankie the youngest one.  He actually turned 8 this year. Kevin Jonas (Paul Kevin Jonas) is the oldest. Then comes Joe. After Joe comes NICK. Then last but definitely not least Frankie. Did you know that Nick Jonas has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;diabetes? I think that is so sad. He has to be really strong to get through life with that. Thats all for now!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;PeAcE lOvE aNd JoNaS&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/123691496948873885-1868184171386761741?l=hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com/feeds/1868184171386761741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123691496948873885&amp;postID=1868184171386761741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123691496948873885/posts/default/1868184171386761741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123691496948873885/posts/default/1868184171386761741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com/2008/10/nick-jonas.html' title='Nick Jonas'/><author><name>Pupyluvr916</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gVpjJt4hlOs/SO-U_jxqr1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/up72gUNbQdM/s72-c/2445926744_884b72f6d0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123691496948873885.post-8629065200290060923</id><published>2008-10-10T13:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T13:41:01.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ginger the Cookie Part 4 (the end)</title><content type='html'>Ginger fell a long way down. When she landed, she landed on something soft and cushion like. She looked around. She was in a sea of blue. When she looked a little harder and sat up, she saw that she was in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;“I must be dreaming.” Ginger thought. She looked down and saw that she had landed on a cloud. On the cloud there was a little door just her size. She opened the door and smelled something familiar. She recognized the smell of ginger. She looked around and saw a very large man baking something. Then she realized that she recognized the old mans face. It was The Muffin Man. She was so happy to see him again. But then a thought came to her. She wasn’t ready to go home quite yet. She hadn’t had the amount of exploration she wanted to have yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She decided to close the door and jump to another cloud. She did just that. She jumped to the cloud below her. She opened the door that was on that cloud. When she opened the door, a huge amount of snow and rain blew into her little face. She shut the door and almost fell off the cloud. She looked down and saw that there were no more clouds below her. She looked to her left and to her right and saw that there were clouds just within her reach. She jumped and landed on a thin cloud and almost fell through. She stopped herself just in time by grabbing the door knob.&lt;br /&gt; She opened it and saw a little house. She stepped through the door. She saw a little cat and decided to go over to it. She went over and the cat lifted its head. The cat stared at Ginger through glassy eyes. Its nose was small and pink. Its ears were black with white tips. It was a big fat black cat. It looked at Ginger and she was ready to run away if at anytime the cat decided to attack. But the cat just sat there. It didn’t do anything to Ginger. It just sat there. Then Ginger noticed something, its paw was all red. She saw a little needle from some sort of tree in its little paw.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, you poor thing, let me help you with that.” Ginger took the paw into her hands. The paw was heavy for Ginger because it was almost as big as her. Ginger calmed the animal by talking to it in a very kind voice. While Ginger was talking to the animal, she pulled the thorn out from its paw. The cat whimpered a little bit then started liking its paw. It was bleeding a little bit but Ginger was sure that it would be ok.&lt;br /&gt;            Ginger went out the way that she came into that little world. She went behind the little rock that had the door in it. But when she got there, the door was gone. She looked around in panic. She went over to all the rocks that were around it, no door. Now Ginger panicked. How was she supposed to get back to the clouds? Now she wanted to go home. She saw a rock that she had never seen before. She went over to it. She looked all around it and saw a little door on it.&lt;br /&gt;“Hmm” Ginger thought. “I wonder where this door goes.” She opened the door and suddenly she was sucked into the door. Ginger opened her eyes in the “black hole”. All she saw was black. Then suddenly she was thrown down into a little bush. She woke up and found something familiar about the place. She saw a little road with a sign on it. The sign said Dreary Lane.&lt;br /&gt;“Wow,” Ginger said to herself “that was quite an adventure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123691496948873885-8629065200290060923?l=hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com/feeds/8629065200290060923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123691496948873885&amp;postID=8629065200290060923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123691496948873885/posts/default/8629065200290060923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123691496948873885/posts/default/8629065200290060923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com/2008/10/ginger-cookie-part-4-end.html' title='Ginger the Cookie Part 4 (the end)'/><author><name>Pupyluvr916</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123691496948873885.post-1503306381096422445</id><published>2008-10-09T12:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T12:41:51.849-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ginger the cookie Part 3</title><content type='html'>Ginger woke up in a world of black. She looked around and saw a little light coming from a few feet away. She went over to it. She looked in it and found out that she was sideways. She decided to take a risk and jump. She jumped and landed on her little cookie head.&lt;br /&gt;“Ouch…where am I?’’ Ginger thought.  She looked around but noticed nothing. She couldn’t figure it out. She thought that the portal went to the world that she came from. She got up and started to walk around. She saw a big man sitting in a chair and went up to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Please sir, could you tell me where I am?” She asked him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why of course, you are in the castle in the sky.” The man replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The castle in the sky? What is that?” Ginger asked very confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The castle in the sky is where you go when you jump through an unknown portal. The only way to get out of this world is when you learn your lesson.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Learn my lesson? But I don’t have a lesson to learn.” Ginger said as if she was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh but you do,” the old man said thoughtfully, “you just have to find it.” Ginger walked away very confused. She didn’t think that she had any lessons to learn. Oh well she would try to figure something out. She had to get out of this place and go back to her home back on Dreary Lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginger was walking around when the big man called her back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ginger, don’t you want to know where you will be staying while you are here?” he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well I suppose that I should. Yes please tell me.” Ginger asked in the nicest tone possible when she was so annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Marty, show Ginger where her room will be please.” He ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes right away sir. Come with me Ginger.” Marty said to her. Ginger followed after Marty. Marty led her to a big door. He opened it. “This is where you will be staying.” Marty pointed to a little hallway. “Your room number will be 99952. Hope that you enjoy your stay. If you need anything, just call the number painted on the drawer.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thanks Marty. You’ve been a huge help.” Ginger said in a grateful voice. Ginger walked down the hallway until she came upon her room. On the door knob there was a number key. “Man, why didn’t Marty tell me the code for the door?” Ginger thought angrily. She typed in the numbers 99952(the numbers of her room). The door slowly creaked open. Ginger walked in and thought that she was in heaven.  She went and sat down on the bed and it was just her size. Ginger wanted a glass of milk so she looked in the fridge. There was none there. She remembered what Marty had told her. She looked at the number and noticed something familiar about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginger picked up the phone and dialed the numbers 350. Someone on the other line picked up.&lt;br /&gt; “Can I get a glass of milk please?” Ginger asked. “Oh and could you lower the heat a little it’s getting kind of hot in here. Thanks!” before the person on the other line even had a chance to answer, Ginger hung up. She walked over to the thermostat and checked the temperature. “Hmm. That’s funny that was the phone number too.” Ginger thought. The number on the little screen was 350 degrees. Ginger finally realized what that number meant. That was the number that the muffin man always set the oven to. Ginger was being baked. She looked around for a route of escape. The window was wide open. She ran out the window and fell off the balcony.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123691496948873885-1503306381096422445?l=hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com/feeds/1503306381096422445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123691496948873885&amp;postID=1503306381096422445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123691496948873885/posts/default/1503306381096422445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123691496948873885/posts/default/1503306381096422445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com/2008/10/ginger-cookie-part-3.html' title='Ginger the cookie Part 3'/><author><name>Pupyluvr916</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123691496948873885.post-3018350623690266624</id><published>2008-10-02T12:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T13:03:22.337-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ginger The cookie  part 2</title><content type='html'>Ginger woke up to find herself in a cozy looking place. She looked up and didn’t see anyone around so she stood up. She looked down and saw that she was on a plate.  She looked around and saw a little rope hanging down from the table. She went over and looked down. There, sitting under the rope, was a giant dog. She heard snoring and realized that it was the dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well,” she thought, “if it is sleeping, then maybe I can get down.”  She crept to the rope and made sure that no one was coming. She swung the rope a little to make sure that the dog was really asleep. Nothing came from the dog so she started to climb down. All of a sudden, the rope started to slip. She looked down and saw that the dog was rolling over and the rope was under him. The rope was slipping quicker now so Ginger had to hurry up and get down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She finally reached the floor and she fell and almost broke her arm. The dog woke up to the sound of his food being poured into a bowl. Ginger looked quickly for a place to hide. She hid behind a table leg but she wasn’t quick enough. The dog saw her and started going after her. She was small and couldn’t run very quickly. The dog on the other hand was fast and furious. The dog eventually caught up to her. He sniffed her, and not liking the smell of cinnamon, went to get his food. Ginger let out a sigh of relief. She was safe…for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginger went to the door and looked outside. She realized that something was different. Now that she looked harder, she realized that she wasn’t in the fairytale world that she knew and loved. She had entered the real world. She thought about it and finally found the answer. That nasty old witch had pushed her into a portal that led to the real world. Ginger was very scared and didn’t know what to do. She looked out the door and saw a big cat sitting on the window facing the door. Surely if Ginger went out the cat would eat her up think that she was a mouse of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As ginger contemplated what she would do next. She saw a little mouse toy that she could lift up and throw out the door to get the cats attention. Then she could sneak out and get away. She decided to put her plan into action. She had a little bit of trouble getting the mouse to the door. But after about three tries she got it out on the path. The cat looked away from the door and pounced on the mouse. Ginger had to move quickly. She ran out the door and hid behind a bush. The cat saunter into the house like she had nothing to do. Ginger looked to make sure that nothing else would be in her way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Ginger was on her way and she passed a little farm house. She decided to go in and see if she could somehow communicate with the animals. She walked in and all the animals looked so real. Then she remembered that she was in the real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hello, my name is Ginger. What are your names?” Ginger asked the animals hopefully.                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The animals just stared at her in wonder. Ginger heard a snort behind her and noticed a horse looming over her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hello, what’s your name?” Ginger asked hoping that the horse would reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The horse just grunted and stared at her. Ginger was scared, so she ran out of the barn. “That was a close call.” Thought Ginger thankfully. She wandered down the little dust road until she came across two little children taking a walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wow Jenni, look it’s a cookie!” One of the little girls said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wow, want to take it home and make a little home for it outside?” Asked the other little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Totally, lets go!” said the first little girl. The picked Ginger up and took her took her home. Ginger fell asleep on the way to the little girl’s house. When they got there Ginger was put into a little house that looked like the old witches’ candy house. They set her up in a little chair and left the room for a little while. When Ginger was sure that they were gone, she got up and went out the door. She looked down and saw that she was on a shelf. She thought for a little while and then an idea came to her. If there had been a portal in a house looking just like that one, then maybe there was a portal behind this house.  Ginger went around to the back and all she found was a little marshmallow well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She saw a little button on the ground that said push the button. Ginger pushed the button and the whole room lit up. She looked in front of her and saw that the well had lit up. She was in luck. She climbed into the well and then everything went black.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123691496948873885-3018350623690266624?l=hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com/feeds/3018350623690266624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123691496948873885&amp;postID=3018350623690266624' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123691496948873885/posts/default/3018350623690266624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123691496948873885/posts/default/3018350623690266624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com/2008/10/ginger-cookie-part-2.html' title='Ginger The cookie  part 2'/><author><name>Pupyluvr916</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123691496948873885.post-6307302339504200391</id><published>2008-10-02T12:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T12:55:54.051-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ginger The cookie!!</title><content type='html'>I am going to tell you about a little woman who comes out of a fairy tale. Her name is Ginger Bread Cookie. This is how it all started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Muffin Man (who lived on Dreary Lane) was baking a new batch of cookies when his friend called to talk to him. He left the tray of ginger bread men (and women) out on the counter until the oven was preheated just right. He went into the other room. What he didn't know what that once you put the M&amp;amp;M nose on, the cookie comes to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginger was the only one with her nose. She opened her eyes and realized that she could sit up. She stood up, a little shaky, and attempted to walk to the edge of the tray. She fell a few times on the way there. When she finally reached the edge of the pan, she noticed that she had broken off part of her arm. She heard foot steps, big footsteps. Someone was coming. She had to act fast. She didn't want to be like all the other ginger bread people and go into the oven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked down. She knew that if she jumped, she would break her arm off (remember, she is a cookie...almost) she decided to hide behind a big jar full of candy. When the Muffin Man came in she looked and realized how large he is. She watched in sorrow as all the other ginger bread men and women got their noses and, without a chance to get up, got put into the oven. The Muffin Man walked away while all the other cookies baked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walked over to the sink and saw a little string going down to the floor. She went down the "rope". She went to the door. She was very lucky, the door was open just enough for her to slip out. Unfortunately, every time someone walked out the door, even the smallest of people, the door would make a dinging sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bell rang and the Muffin Man walked in the kitchen to see who was there. He saw the little cookie slip out and was very confused. He went after her anyway. When he was putting the cookies in the oven he had noticed that there was one missing. He figured that the cat had eaten it so he made another one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the Muffin Man got very mad. He took his pot and his spoon. He started to chase after Ginger. They passed by Little Miss Muffet’s house, and she and her cat were sitting on the lawn. Her cat started to chase after Ginger and then Little Miss Muffet went after her cat. Now the Muffin Man, Little Miss Muffet and her cat were chasing after Ginger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginger reached a little pond with fish inside the pond and birds on the edge.  The birds heard all the noise and looked up. They were very hungry and wanted something to eat. So when they saw a little helpless cookie running, they wanted to eat her up. So the birds took off in the air and started flying after Ginger. Now the Muffin Man, Little Miss Muffet, and her cat, and now all the birds were chasing after her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she had run for a long time she was ahead of all the people chasing her. She got to a river and didn’t know how she was going to get across. While she was wondering, a Very chubby piggy came up to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yum, this cookie looks very yummy. Maybe I can get her to get onto my nose and I can swim her across. Then right as we get to the other side, I will eat her up.” thought the very greedy pig.  “Hello…Uhhh what can I call you?” said the pig to Ginger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My name is Ginger and I am trying to think of a way to get across this river, so if you please, now is not the best time to talk.” Said the very distressed Ginger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well Ginger, I know a way that you can get across.” Said the pig to Ginger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You do? How can I get to the other side? Oh please help me. All these people are chasing after me and I really need help.” Ginger said, almost in tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, you get onto my nose and I will swim you across.” Said the pig, now very anxious to eat Ginger. Ginger’s old friend had told her about a pancake she used to know. This pig had eaten the poor old pancake up when he went on the pigs’ nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Uh, well now that I look harder, I see a few stepping stones that I can go across.” Ginger said nervously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But what if you can’t get across? Then you will drown.” Said the pig so hungry now that he was drooling. While the pig was making silly reasons why Ginger should get on his nose, Ginger went over to the stepping stones and went across with no problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thanks for everything pig.” Cried Ginger from the other side of the river. The pig didn’t know who or what had said that, but when he looked down, Ginger was gone.  Ginger walked into the woods a little ways and came upon a little house made from candy.  Ginger had heard about this house from someone, she didn’t remember much but she did know that it was very bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind the house she saw a light. She got very curious and went around back to look where the light was coming from. She peeked around the corner and saw a big hole in the ground.  She looked in the hole and saw a light. Suddenly something nudged her and she fell into the hole. She looked up and thought that she saw an old witch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123691496948873885-6307302339504200391?l=hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com/feeds/6307302339504200391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123691496948873885&amp;postID=6307302339504200391' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123691496948873885/posts/default/6307302339504200391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123691496948873885/posts/default/6307302339504200391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com/2008/10/ginger-cookie.html' title='Ginger The cookie!!'/><author><name>Pupyluvr916</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123691496948873885.post-1096425832462576946</id><published>2008-09-11T12:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T12:44:26.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Time Our Grill Cought On Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;One time my family was planning on having chicken for dinner. My mom makes it a really special way where she puts it on the grill instead of just in the oven. She went outside to get the grill started. She tried many times but the grill didn’t light. She decided to turn the gas tank underneath on to see if that would help. She turned on the gas tank and started to throw matches in.&lt;br /&gt;The next thing we knew our grill was on fire. The gas tank had caught on fire. We were really scared that it would blow up so my mom pulled it away from our house. She told us to call 911 and so my sister grabbed the phone and dialed. She gave the phone to my mom so that she could talk. My mom told them the situation and so they said that they would come right away.&lt;br /&gt;We all decided to go wait out side just incase something did happen before the firemen came. So my mom, sister, dog and I were all waiting out side. The fire trucks came a few minutes later. My dog was howling when she heard the fire trucks. In front of our house there were three fire trucks, four police cars, and a couple of ambulances. The first fire truck told all the other people to go home because they would be enough to get the fire out.&lt;br /&gt;So four firemen and my mom went into the back yard were the fire was. The fire men put out the fire and told us it was a good thing that we called. We were all safe and well. We went out back to see what the damage was. We saw that the gas tank had been disconnected so they could put out the fire. We were all safe but we still need a new grill.&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/123691496948873885-1096425832462576946?l=hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com/feeds/1096425832462576946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123691496948873885&amp;postID=1096425832462576946' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123691496948873885/posts/default/1096425832462576946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123691496948873885/posts/default/1096425832462576946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com/2008/09/time-our-grill-cought-on-fire.html' title='The Time Our Grill Cought On Fire'/><author><name>Pupyluvr916</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123691496948873885.post-8603439613763995753</id><published>2008-09-11T12:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T12:42:36.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Amazing Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;         This summer was so much fun. The first week after school got out, I went to a basketball camp at Yorktown for a week. Then in July I did a drama camp at Williamsburg. That camp was for a month and we put on the play The Wizard of Oz. After that we just kind of chilled for a while. On August 18 my sister and I went to a Jonas Brothers concert with a couple of friends. That was probably my favorite part of my summer. It was defiantly an experience that I would like to have again.&lt;br /&gt;          About two weeks later, we went to my grandma and grandpa’s house in Ohio. In an Indian language that they speak, grandma is Nani and grandpa is Nana. My mom and my dad dropped me and my sister off for a week. We did a lot of things but the thing we did the most was shopping. We actually got a lot of exercise when we were at the mall. Then, after a week was over, we went home.&lt;br /&gt;          About another two weeks later, we went back to our grandparent’s house. This time it was for their 50th wedding anniversary. We got to see all of our cousins again. I thought that it was really fun. My sister and I even got to be in the ceremony. I had a really great time this summer and I hope that next summer will be even better! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123691496948873885-8603439613763995753?l=hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com/feeds/8603439613763995753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123691496948873885&amp;postID=8603439613763995753' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123691496948873885/posts/default/8603439613763995753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123691496948873885/posts/default/8603439613763995753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08pupylvr916.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-amazing-summer.html' title='My Amazing Summer'/><author><name>Pupyluvr916</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
