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    <title>brinabullet's Journals on Buzznet</title>
    <description><![CDATA[Hola, my name is Brina. I'm Italian, and its a huge part of who I am. If you don't like me, then don't bother trying to be my friend. I've gone through so many friends through the past year or so. I lost three best friends consecutively. I finally found friends that are here definitely to stay. I'm not looking for any drama, so don't look my way. I promise you, if you start drama, I will end it. And keep it ended. I straighten my hair every day even though I have natural curly q's. I drive alot. My car is my baby. No boy will ever change that fact. I love my cousins like theyre my own kids. Sure, that sounds creepy, but I practically raised them. I take care of my ill mother, so that's very time consuming. If I'm not online, don't get your panties in a twist. I'll be on when I'm free. I'm passionate about music.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Let's melt some sugar, baby. :)]]></description>
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	      <title><![CDATA[Oh Brina said what?! (:]]></title>
	      <link>http://brinabullet.buzznet.com/user/journal/3772231/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[She said she's back!<br>Mhhhhmmm.<br>Lucky you, you get to read her journals now ;O<br>Hahah.<br><br><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">So it had occurred to me that I had met most of my amazing friends through this certain site. Why not use this more? :]<br>I haven't been on for a long while because of stuff that had happened; I really don't feel like sharing <span style="font-weight: bold;">much</span>. But I will share some.<br><br>I lost three best friends.<br>I lost a boyfriend.<br>Things just didn't make sense.<br>And I had no idea what to do.<br><br><br>Correction: <span style="font-style: italic;">I still don't know what I want to do with everything.</span><br>Correction: <span style="font-style: italic;">I miss my old best friend terribly. </span>:|<br>Correction: <span style="font-style: italic;">My ex boyfriend was an ass.</span> XD<br><br><br>So there you have it. (Y)<br>I need to write these words somewhere.<br>And I know there's a few people who still care on this site :]<br>Thankfully.<br><br>Journals are what are going to be updated ALOT.<br>Pictures will be updated probably more than the journals because well we all know what we all do when we get bored :P<br>Camera Whore!<br>And Videos. Hm, yeah, there won't be many of those lol.<br><br>So comment me.<br>Talk to me (:<br><br><br>And I know I'm going to get asked this so here's my answer.<br><span style="font-weight: bold;">I am no longer writing any fanfics. </span><br>Sorry, my life is already dramatic as it is.<br>But I do write songs ;)<br>I may post some up some time.<br>So keep an eye out.<br><br><br><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Oh, and who's obsessed with Mayday Parade? :]]]]]]]<br>&lt;3<br></span></span>]]></description>
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	      <dc:date>2009-02-19T11:31:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[Dear Maria;  Part Three.]]></title>
	      <link>http://brinabullet.buzznet.com/user/journal/2910361/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>“Darling, your cheeks are flushed. What’s the matter?” Selena asked me.<BR><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>“Oh, it’s nothing. My cheeks are always flushed like that. It’s weird,” I lied.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>Sure, Jonathan was cute, but still I needed to snap myself out of it. He had a girlfriend! HELLO! But, then again, Selena said they were on and off. I could do some damage. NO. No, Maria. Stop. <BR>I couldn’t get my mind to stop in time, and before I knew it, the hottie himself, was standing in front of me, “Ready for Music Ed?”<BR>Ah, that smile. If I were on my deathbed, that would have to be the last thing I’d want to see. It was so beautiful. I shook myself out of my thoughts to smile and reply, “Yeah, we didn’t have homework last night right?”<BR>Jonathan shook his head as the warning bell rang.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">“Bye Maria! I’ll see you at your locker at the end of the day. And Jonathan, don’t hit on her, kay?” Selena teased with a huge smile.<BR>“Ha ha, funny. Okay, see ya.” Jonathan replied, and I just shot her a glare and a small smile.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">There were a few moments of silence until he, of course, broke it, “So how is your second day going for you, Maria?”<BR>I looked at him, seeing that he was really interested if my day was going okay, “It’s been okay so far. Nothing horrible, but nothing amazing….”<BR>I smiled without really knowing it, and he smiled back, “So have you seen any guys you like, yet? This school is filled with gawking, hormone-filled teenage boys. I’m sure you’ve spotted <B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">one</B> already.”<BR>He laughed and I replied, “Nah, not really. Guys at this school really aren’t my type.”<BR>“Oh really? And what might your type be exactly? …just out of pure curiosity.” He said a bit too softly.<BR>“Hmm,.. tall, dark and handsome,” I teased.<BR>He laughed, “Yeah I figured. Typical girl. Well, not typical obviously. All the girls here in this school, on their first or second day, already picked out someone they liked, so you’re definitely different.”<BR>“In a good way,” He said quickly, in case I was offended.<BR>I smiled, “Yeah. So what about you? Selena says you have a girlfriend, but then you don’t?”<BR>Hey, I could ask questions, too. He asked me some, so it was only fair that I, in return, got to ask some questions of my own.<BR>His face turned from slightly happy to pure hatred, “Selena tells everyone that. The girl I’m always around is my step cousin. I’m not into her. Selena just likes making it harder for me to get an <I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">actual</I> girlfriend. So she tells every girl that I’m taken…”<BR>“Oh, that’s weird. Why does she do that? Weird..” I said, trying to sound sincere.<BR>He shrugged, “I don’t know. It might be because she’s just jealous? We tried dating a while back, but I just didn’t like her like that.”<BR>“And I’m guessing she was the one hurt?” I half guessed, half asked.<BR>He nodded, “Yeah.”<BR>“Ah, yeah, that makes sense now. Well, hey, having girls around you all the time isn’t <U>that</U> great. If I had a bunch of boys around me, I think I’d end up killing them one by one,” I tried to cheer him up.<BR>He laughed, “Do I smell a criminal among us?”<BR>I smirked, “No, you just <B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">see </B>one.”<BR>He flashed his pearly whites again, sending butterflies into my stomach. Wonderful.<BR>We then continued small talk, as we walked into our only class together. We made it just on time and had a few more seconds to spare.<BR>“Maria,” the teacher called out, “Jonathan, can I talk to you both?”<BR>Weird.<BR>“Yeah, sure,” I said, walking closer to the teachers desk in front of the room.<BR>“What’s up?” Jonathan asked him.<BR>“It has occurred to me that you both are without partners. James has transferred to a later class, so Jonathan that leaves you without a partner now. And Maria, since you’ve just joined our class, you stand alone. Would you two like to be partners, or work solo? It’s up to you. I just figured I’d ask the both of you to see what you two might prefer.” Mr. Mahten stated.<BR>I looked at Jonathan, who looked slightly pleased with this situation. I shrugged my shoulders, “Sure. I wouldn’t mind working with Jonathan.”<BR>He smiled at me and nodded, “As would I.”<BR>“Okay, good. You two can choose to sit at either empty tables,” The teacher smiled and Jonathan turned to me.<BR>“Thanks,” I muttered as we started to walk away from him.<BR>As soon as we were out of hearing range for the teacher I said, “Let’s sit at your desk. It’s further back, and Mr. Mahten just scares the hell out of me.”<BR>He laughed, “He does that to everyone. And yeah, we can pass notes easier back at my table.”<BR>He winked and I laughed at him, “Funny. Okay, I’ll just go get my things and be at the table in a quick sec.”<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">Jonathan then walked back to his table. To my surprise the table behind his was empty, so we’d have no problem with anything.<BR>I smiled on the inside and imagined how exactly this friendship would work out. Sure, he was an amazing guy, and yet a good friend. Maybe this school transfer was the best thing yet.<BR>Mr. Mahten started the day off by handing out a worksheet for everyone. Jonathan wasn’t lying about passing notes. We continued to learn about one another very quickly through our notes; he started the writing conversation first.<BR><BR></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial Narrow'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial">So, what’s your favorite day of the week and why?</SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; tab-stops: 9.0in"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial">Hm, Thursday. Because it’s the day before Friday :P you?<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial Narrow'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial">Saturday, because it’s my only day I get to relax. I help out at my uncle’s restaurant on most days. But Saturday is my only day off without school being involved haha. <o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial">Ooh, that’s interesting. What’s his restaurant called? I’ll have to go there sometime and bug the hell outta you.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial Narrow'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial">HA, bug me? I don’t think you’d ever be capable of doing that. You’re just so cheery and your mood has this amazing affect on others. But it’s called Joe’s. You know, the one on <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /><st1:Street w:st="on"><st1:address w:st="on">Cotton Street</st1:address></st1:Street>?</SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><BR></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial">Seriously!? My friends and I used to go there all the time… until that thing happened. You know, when there was that gang fight or whatever. Since then my mother hasn’t allowed me to go really anywhere with friends. It sucks.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial Narrow'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial">Ahh, yeah. That fight ended badly. Three people needed stitches and A LOT of those city kids went to court. I don’t know exactly what went on, but it had to do with gangs, definitely. </SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><BR></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial">Yeaaahhhh. Let’s just say that I was with the wrong friends, at the wrong time. I’m lucky I wasn’t one of those kids who got hurt OR went to court. I was innocent, so the cops let me go.<BR></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial Narrow'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial">Really? Hm, never thought of you hanging around gangs. Haha, you’re surprising me every second. Let me just get something clear: do you sell drugs too? Ahaha.</SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial">I can promise you. I do NOT sell drugs lmao. How could you even ask such a thing? Do I look like a drug dealer? Haha<BR></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial Narrow'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial">No, you don’t. But hey! With you, anything could be possible. :]<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial">Lovely. I’m a bookworm. Surprising?<BR></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial Narrow'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial">No, not really. What kinda books do you like escaping reality with? Haha<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial">I’m a girl. Isn’t that answer obvious?<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial Narrow'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial">Romance. Anything other than that though? Jw.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial">Hm, I like adventure books. And oooh, books about the supernatural.<BR></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial Narrow'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial">…..like vampires?</SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"> <o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial">…..yes :]<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial Narrow'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial">DUDE! That’s awesome. A girl who likes reading vampire books? Wow. I think I’m gonna play the lottery today. Haha.</SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><BR></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial">Lol, so you’re gonna play the lottery because you found a girl that likes reading vampire books? You’re strange Jonny.<BR></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial Narrow'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial">That’s a different way to spell that nickname. I like it. But have you ever read Vampire Kisses Series?</SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><BR></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial">Jonny has a ring to it. It might stick, it might not. But then again I don’t know how it would sound. Writing something and saying it is totally different. And I finished reading that series a few months ago. It was great.<BR></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial Narrow'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial">Then we’ll have to try it out once this class is over and we’re allowed to continue our conversation in the form of words. And yeah, it was. How about Twilight? Ever read that series?</SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><BR></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial">Uhm, I think I’ve heard about it. Is the girl’s name something like Bella or Betty or something like that?<BR></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial Narrow'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial">Haha, Bella, yes. You should start reading it. There are three books out, the last one comes out in a few months. I’m dying to get my hands on it actually.</SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><BR></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial">I heard it was a GIRLY vampire story. Love story and all that. You a mushy kinda guy, Jonny? Haha. And if you convince me better, I might just give it a try.<BR></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial Narrow'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial">Oh yes. Mushy. That’s DEFINITELY what’s going on with me. Haha, no. My one friend got me into it; she said it changed her life. So I figured why not. And how about if I take you out on a date? Then will you try reading it?</SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Kristen ITC'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><BR style="mso-special-character: line-break"><BR style="mso-special-character: line-break"></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">WHAT?! I couldn’t feel my lungs. I was caught completely off guard. Thankfully, Mr. Mahten started going around and checking out how each table was doing with the worksheet. Apparently, he only gave us worksheets for the entire class. Jonathan quickly hid the paper that we were conversing on. I just shot a confused look at Jonathan, and handed my completed worksheet to the teacher as he passed our table. I’ve been done for a while now, and so has Jonathan. But we both made it look like we had just finished. Very good acting. After Mr. Mahten walked to the table in front of us, Jonathan leaned closer to me, as if to whisper something to me.<BR>“You okay?” He whispered quietly, careful not to allow the teacher to hear.<BR>I nodded my head.<BR>“Oh, okay. Then what’s up with your face? You look so shocked..”<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">I leaned closer to his ear, “Because YOU shocked me,”<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">He furrowed his eyebrows, “Really? How?”<BR>I begged for the sheet of paper back to write down my words instead of begging to get in trouble by speaking them.<BR><BR></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial">You asked me out.<BR></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial Narrow'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial">Yeah, so?<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial">Are you serious?<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial Narrow'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial">As a heart attack. Why?<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial">Well let’s just say that guys don’t normally ask me out on dates often.<BR></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial Narrow'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial">Psh, their loss. They’re stupid not to.<BR></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial">Haha, funny. Could we do it as friends though? I mean, you’re a real nice guy, but I just wanna take things slowly at first. I’m still new here :P<BR></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial Narrow'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial">Sure, yeah. I wasn’t asking you to be my girlfriend or something like that. Plus I was half kidding. I didn’t expect you to take it so seriously haha. But yeah, definitely as just friends. I’d want to get to know you more before doing anything as well. :]<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial">Okay, great. When and where? (: It would be nice to get out of the house for once. Hopefully I can convince my mom that you’re far from dangerous.<BR></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial Narrow'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial">Dangerous? Oh please. My middle name is Danger. Haha, uhm. How does Saturday sound? We could catch an early ish movie? Then I could bring you to the bookstore and pick up a copy of Twilight?<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial">Mm, Saturday sounds pretty good actually. But isn’t that your only day for relaxing? I don’t want to take that away from you…<BR></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial Narrow'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial">Haha if anything you’ll make it more interesting. Plus I’d rather do something with someone as cool as you instead of laying around the house. So Saturday?<BR></SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial">Okaayy, it’s a date.</SPAN><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Lucida Calligraphy'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"><BR style="mso-special-character: line-break"><BR style="mso-special-character: line-break"><o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">Just then the bell rang, notifying everyone that the day was finally over. Jonathan crumpled up the piece of paper that we were writing on. <BR>“That class was interesting,” He smiled on our way out into the hallway.<BR>“Tell me about it, haha. So what movie are we gonna see?” I asked, eager to hear his plans.<BR>“Hm, comedy romance sound good?” He joked.<BR>“Ha ha. Funny. We could watch that new action movie?” I suggested, partly for his sake.<BR>I wasn’t going to make him watch a girly movie.<BR>“Oh, you mean that Will Smith movie?” He asked.<BR>I nodded my head, “Yeah, It seemed pretty interesting.”<BR>“Yeaaahh. Let’s go see Juno.” He smiled.<BR>My mouth japed open, “Seriously!?”<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">He nodded, “Seemed pretty interesting.”<BR>I smiled, “Okay, I’m not picky. Juno it is.”<BR>He smiled back, “Sounds great. I’ll pick you up?”<BR>“That’d be a great idea, seeing as I can’t drive by myself completely. I get my license in August, if my mother decides to be nice.” I said sadly.<BR>“Mom’s that much of a bitch, huh? My mom is the same way. She’s saying how she doesn’t trust me with driving. But I convinced my dad to change her mind. But yeah, here’s my number. Call me later on and we’ll work out the arrangements,” He winked and pulled out a marker from his pocket.<BR>“You carry a blue sharpie everywhere with you?” I asked in shock as I pulled my sharpie out of my pants pocket as well.<BR>His eyes got wide, “No way! Haha, wow. How ironic. But yeah, here,” He said, grabbing my hand that was holding the sharpie since my other books were holding my books to my chest.<BR>It tickled a bit while he wrote his number on the back of my hand. I smiled at him after he was done.<BR>“Okay, I’ll try to steal the phone from my mother later on today if she’s not on the phone with one of her many boyfriends,” I laughed, trying to make it sound like a joke rather than it being the truth.<BR>“Haha, you’re funny. And okay. I’ll see you around. My locker is this way,” He pointed to the direction behind us as we were nearing my locker.<BR>“Oh, you didn’t <B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">have</B> to walk me all the way here… Now you’re gonna be late for you bus-“ He cut me off.<BR>“I drive. Remember?” he smiled, “Plus, I thought you’d like it if someone walked with you to keep you company. I’ll talk to you later?”<BR>I smiled, “Definitely, see ya.”<BR>He smiled and turned around just in time to avoid Selena’s loud greeting.<BR>“MARIA! Hi! Sooooo…?” she questioned.<BR>“Hey Selena. What?” I asked, confused.<BR>She smiled, “I’m not blind. Jonathan was flirting with you. Tell me about everything!”<BR>I sighed quietly, “Nothing much. We just talked a lot during Music Ed, and we’re gonna go catch a movie on Saturday.”<BR>Her eyes popped open, “WHAT?! Maria, he has a girlfriend…”<BR>I shook my head, “He said that’s his cousin. Er, step-cousin.”<BR>“Oh… Okay. So, what movie are you guys gonna go see?” She changed the topic fast.<BR>“Juno,” I smiled.<BR>She laughed, “He’s such a pansy. So Jonathan. You excited?”<BR>I smiled widely as if that wasn’t a good enough answer.<BR>“Thought so,” She said.<BR>How did things change so drastically for me?<BR>I didn’t know how to explain it, but I was definitely not going to complain. This is just amazing. <BR>I hope this feeling never goes away. But something else was in store for me when I got home.<BR>And it was far from peaceful, little did I know.</SPAN></P>
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	      <dc:creator>brinabullet</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2008-08-24T14:31:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[Dear Maria; (two)]]></title>
	      <link>http://brinabullet.buzznet.com/user/journal/2838321/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">Username: condomsx, password: ivebengay13. Sign in. <BR>Incoming message from: frankierosluvr. Accept.<BR>Frankierosluvrs: MARIA!<BR>Condomsx: ALEX! :]<BR>Frankierosluvr: (: how was your first day?<BR>Condomsx: :D actually, it was pretty good. Thanks for asking. How was your day?<BR>Frankierosluvr: eh, twas alright. School was fine, but when I got home my dad was like “oh fuck you Alex! Go cut yourself and die” &gt;.&lt;<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">Condomsx: Aw =| I’m so sorry. You know I love you right? :D<BR>Frankierosluvr: Yes, I know. Thank you (: Love you too xox<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">Condomsx: =] sooo, did you hear that new song that goes like “I called her on the phone and she touched herself” or something like that? :D<BR>Frankierosluvr: omg! Yeh. I heard it last night coz <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /><st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Sandy</st1:place></st1:City> sent it to me through msn. I’ve been listening to it since. ^_^<BR>Condomsx: Yayy! *dances around to the beat of the song*<BR>Frankierosluvr: Haha, Maria, you are so crazy xD<BR>Condomsx: that is what so many people tell me. But I mean, even you, my bestest friend in the entire world, would only know that being crazy is my profession :P<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">Frankierosluvr: of course! Its my job. Plus every girl needs a crazy best friend. :D<BR>Condomsx: Haha, true. Truee. So do you have any plans for this weekend, love?<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">Frankierosluvr: Yeah, actually (: I’m going with <st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Sandy</st1:place></st1:City> to a few shows tomorrow night so I won’t be on. I’m sorry.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">Condomsx: Ooh :D That’s cool. And nah, don’t be sorry. I’ll just find something else to do =] I know you’ll have a great time :)<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">Frankierosluvr: hehe, thanks. I knew you’d be okay with it.<BR>Condomsx: yeahh =] But dude, I gotta get off the computer. I’m sorry. I just got on to talk to you for a bit. I got a ton of homework, plus I’m so tired so I’m gonna hit the hay early tonight. I love you! :] xox and I’ll talk to you I guess the day after tomorrow. Have a great time at the shows tomorrow! &amp;hearts;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">Frankierosluvr: Aww, okay Maria. = Thank you :] I’ll text you tomorrow before I go to the show. My mom got me some credit for my phone. All I need to do is recheck the area code for texts going from <st1:country-region w:st="on">England</st1:country-region> to <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">America</st1:place></st1:country-region>. Hehe. Sleep well. And I love you too xoxo :]<BR>Condoms: haha kay. Byee &amp;hearts;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">Frankierosluvr: bye &amp;hearts;<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">Signing off.<BR><BR>I sighed. It sucked having your best friend live thousands of miles away from you. You couldn’t hug each other. You rarely heard the other person’s voice or laughter. You would only see their smile and face if you went on a webcam, which Alex and I tried to do often. Just seeing her face for even a second brings me happiness. I’d kill to be there with her; just to be in her presence. Ugh, this sucks. I need to stop thinking about this.<BR>I shut down my computer and made my way to my bedroom door. The computer was downstairs so I had to walk all the way upstairs JUST to get my backpack. Homework time; how lovely.<BR>Once I reached my room, I locked my door, placed my book bag on my bed and blasted My Chemical Romance’s Cd, Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge. <BR>Another normal day.<BR>Homework, eat, sleep, and then do it all over again the next day.<BR>My life had no purpose.<BR>I sighed once more before burrowing my nose into my books.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
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<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>“Maria!... Maria! MARIA! Hello?” I heard loud knocking on my door.<BR><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>I shot up, “What!?”<BR>I quickly looked at the clock. It read 6:46am. Oh god. I must have fallen asleep after doing my homework. I’m guessing I didn’t even put my books away because they were lying all over my bed.<BR><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>“Maria, it’s time to wake up. You didn’t come down for dinner last night. Wake up!” she screamed through the locked door.<BR>Oh well. And what? She cooked? HA! That’s the funniest thing I’ve heard so far. Since when does she cook? Ugh.<BR><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>“I’m up!” I screamed back and turned to my stereo which was still on, but since the cd had played entirely, it just stopped playing. I pushed play and once more, My Chemical Romance was being blasted through the speakers. I smiled.<BR>I loved My Chemical Romance. Surprisingly, it’s the reason why I met Alex online. I was searching through pictures of MCR on some site and I came across her profile.<BR>We’ve been friends ever since.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
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<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>“Hey Maria. Maria, over here!” I heard in the lunchroom.<BR>I saw Selena waving her hand frantically. She was sitting at one of the many tables in the lunchroom. She told me to meet her in the lunchroom in the morning before the morning bell rang. She said she wanted to show me something.<BR>Once I reached the table, I sat my backpack down on the floor, and smiled at her, “Hey, what’s up?”<BR><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>“Oh, nothing much. I’d like you to meet a great friend of mine. He’s in Musical Education, too. And hey! He’s in the same class as you are.” She smiled.<BR><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>“Oh, really? That’s cool. Where is he?” I asked curiously.<BR>She looked around, “He was just here. He’s probably just stalking his ex. They’ve been on and off for two years now. It’s crazy. I don’t even know when they’re on or off. It’s pretty crazy.”<BR>I laughed, “Wow. That does sound crazy.”<BR>She kept looking around, “Ah ha! There he is. Hold on. Let me go drag his ass over here. Be right back.”<BR>I just smiled.<BR>Well at least I’d know somebody in that class. <BR>She came back in seconds with her arm entangled with his.<BR>They sat down on the opposite side of the table, “Okay, now Maria, this is Jonathan. Jonathan, this is Maria.”<BR>I greeted this brown-haired, green-eyed boy with a “Hey” and a small smile.<BR>I swear, he had the voice of an angel, “Hello” was all he said.<BR>His smile was like the sun on the sunniest day of the year.<BR><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>“So what kind of music are you into?” he asked me, trying to strike up a conversation.<BR>Selena just smiled at both him and me.<BR><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>“My Chemical Romance. You?” I said.<BR>His mouth was now open, “Oh my god. Same here! I love MCR. What’s your favorite song by them?”<BR>I smiled, “Easy one. Thank You For The Venom.”<BR>His eyes popped open, “No fucking way! Dude, Maria, are you sure you weren’t my twin sister or something at birth?”<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">I started laughing, “I’m sure. I’m an only child. So I’m taking that it’s your favorite song too.”<BR><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>“Of course! The guitar in that song is so kick-ass. Nothing can beat it. Sometimes I just replay the beginning over and over a million times.” He said.<BR><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>“Whoa, weird. So do I,” I laughed.<BR><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>“You two are so alike. It’s starting to scare me. Maria, please tell me you do not eat peanut butter with Oreos,” Selena stated.<BR>I paused for a bit, “If I would tell you that, I’d be lying, because I love eating Oreos with peanut butter. Why?”<BR>Selena and Jonathan looked at each other funny.<BR>Jonathan raised his hand a bit, “I do that all the time. I’ve asked every girl in this school if they do that. Half of them said ‘Gross’ and walked away, or thought I had some kind of mental problem.”<BR>I did a weird thing with my eyebrow, “Weird. I think its totally yum.”<BR><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>“Haha, nice. I can tell you two will get along just fine.” Selena smiled.<BR>Just then the morning bell rang.<BR><BR>How lovely.<BR><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>“Well I’ll see you in Musical Education. It was nice meeting you, Jonathan.” I said to him.<BR><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>“Please, call me Jon, or Jonny or something other than my full name. Haha, I don’t fancy it all that much,” He said.<BR>I smiled, “Okay Jonny, see ya.”<BR><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>“Bye Jonnyboy,” Selena said to him.<BR><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>“Bye girls!” He smiled.<BR><BR>Selena and I ran to get to our homeroom class in time before the first bell rang. Thankfully, we just made it.<BR><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>“I like that boy. He seems so rad. How long have you known him, Selena?” I asked once we were sitting at our desks.<BR><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>“Oh, he IS rad. More than rad. Simply amazing. We’ve been best friends for about four years. We met in seventh grade. We were both new to this area. Our mothers are close and both of our families decided to move to this area last year. So yeah.” She said.<BR><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>“Ohh, that’s cool. So have you two ever dated? Just curious.” I asked.<BR><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>“Uhm, we tried it before. It just didn’t work out. So we’re just best friends. We both thought that it was just too weird,” She said with a small smile.<BR><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>“Ah, I see. Yeah, sometimes it’s better to stay as just friends. I’ve been in that situation before.” I replied.<BR>We then were told to be silent since the day was about to begin at school.<BR>I can’t wait for&nbsp;eighth period. My last class I had was Musical Education. Sure, I had a whole day to wait just until I saw the guy I considered ‘sex-on-legs’, but it’d be damn worth it.<BR>I just daydreamed for half of the day, not really paying attention to my teachers.</SPAN></P><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">
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	      <dc:date>2008-08-11T09:54:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[Dear Maria; (one)]]></title>
	      <link>http://brinabullet.buzznet.com/user/journal/2838301/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">High school: the worst place for a super unconfident teenage girl. It will definitely be the object of my demise. I strolled into the main office, and got weird looks from some kids that were already in there, I guess requesting some passes to be let out of school early for cheerleading practice? I don’t really know, nor do I care. I just stood in line to talk to the main secretary. After some whining, the girls received a few passes, and on the way out I’m so sure I heard a “Dude, I think that’s that new girl.”<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>“Hi, may I help you?” A kind middle-aged woman asked me.<BR>Thank god, these secretaries are nice. “Hi, my name is Maria Hathaway. I’m new at this school…”<BR>She looked down at some papers, “Ah, yes. Hello. How are you doing today?”<BR><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>“Eh, not bad, but not excellent. Same old, you know.” I replied.<BR><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>“Okay good. Well I’ll have your schedule in just a few minutes, and I will assign a student to be with you the entire day until you get the hang of getting to all of your classes, okay?” she said.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">I nodded, “Sure, thanks.”<BR>Within a few minutes I had my schedule in my hands, and now I was just waiting for this student that I would now follow around. I heard the office door open, and I looked at the person who had just entered. Oh god, if that’s the student helping me, I might as well just kill myself now. It was a girl, a very preppy girl. Pink was everywhere in sight on her slightly chubby body. Glitter lined her eyes, and her lips had so much lip gloss. Inside, I was screaming.<BR><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>“Ah, Kelsey, hello. This is Maria,” the secretary said to the extremely preppy girl.<BR>Just my luck.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><BR>So once we were out of the main office, Kelsey just kept asking me random questions like how old I was, yadda yadda yadda. I answered them all just to get her to shut up. She brought me to my homeroom. She told the teacher that I was new and I was given a desk to sit at. Each and every student in that classroom looked at me from head to toe. The kind of looking at that would make you all self-conscious. I just tried to ignore them as best as I could. Once I sat down at the assigned desk that I was given, I dropped my book bag off of my shoulder so it landed right next to the side of my desk. Since it was the last seat in the row, I didn’t have to worry about someone tripping over it.<BR>The girl in front of me turned around and greeted me with, “Hey, my names Selena. What’s your name?”<BR>She seemed pretty nice, so I decided to give her a half-decent smile, “Hi. My name is Maria. And as you can tell, I’m new here.”<BR><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>“Yeah, and you have little Ms. I’m-too-good-to-talk-to-normal-people leading you through the whole school. I feel <B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">so</B> sorry for you. She can be so self-centered, I know that from experience myself. I was new here last year. If you want I could help you and get her off of your back?” Selena smiled.<BR>I looked at her with a look of relief, “Really?! But the lady in the office said that Kelsey would have to guide me..”<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>“Don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of it. Here, let me see your schedule, Maria.” She smiled as I handed her my newly-printed schedule.<BR>As she was glancing at my schedule, she had a huge smile planted on her lips.<BR><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>“What?” I asked, after a while.<BR><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>“We have all of our classes together, except for one. How ironic, huh?” She smiled.<BR>I laughed a little, “Really? Wow. That’s cool. Which one don’t we have together? Just curious.”<BR><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>“Uhm, you have Musical Education while I have Band.” She stated.<BR><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>“Ooh, what instrument do you play?” I asked, curiously.<BR>She smiled again, “Drums.”<BR><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>“Whoa, wicked. Finally! I’ve met a chick that plays drums. You any good?” I kept questioning her.<BR>Hey, could you blame me? I was new and I was socializing; so it’s all good.<BR><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>“I’m in a band. I’m guessing that you sing? Only singers take Musical Education. You learn about-“ I cut her off.<BR><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>“About notes and what not. Yeah, I know. Yesterday when I came in to take a tour of the school, I demanded that I be put into the class.” I smiled for the first time today.<BR>A pure smile. Who would have thought?<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">Maybe this new school wouldn’t be <B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">that</B> bad. For once, I may just be happy here.</SPAN></P><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial">
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	      <dc:creator>brinabullet</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2008-08-11T09:52:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[Dear Maria; (intro)]]></title>
	      <link>http://brinabullet.buzznet.com/user/journal/2838241/</link>
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<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>“Come on Maria, you’re going to be late for your first day!” my mother screamed up the stairs.<BR>At the time, I was struggling with my stupid bangs that my mother suggested I get. Word of advice: Never let your mother cut your hair. Ever. Even if she says that it’ll make you look prettier; never let a mother come within reach of your hair with a pair of scissors.<BR><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>“I’m going as fast as I can!” I exclaimed while grabbing some gel. <BR>If my bangs wouldn’t straighten, then they’re just going to be gelled back. About two minutes later, I arrived in the kitchen with my coat on and my backpack slung on one shoulder. I exhaled, “Excuse me, but your millions of boyfriends can wait. I need to get to school, if you don’t mind. Being late on my first day isn’t my idea of a great start. So let’s go!”<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><BR>My mother was one of the many problems that surround my screwed up teenage life. She was almost always on the computer, in search for a man’s love. Having an abusive past with every guy she’s been with doesn’t stop her, which pisses me off. She sighed, “Okay.”<BR>Keys in hand, she walked out of the house as I followed her. Since I was new at this school, I wasn’t registered to ride the bus. Someone would notify us when, in fact, I was going to be able to ride the bus. But in the meantime, I would be driven to school- which I didn’t mind. A whole bus filled with kids I’ve never seen before just staring at me really wasn’t my fancy. I’m good.<BR>For the entire ride to school in my mothers shitty Cadillac that just would eat gas, I blasted Fall Out Boy from my mp3 player. Poor mechanical device; I’d give it about another month or so until it dies. It’s been dropped and what not countless times. Hopefully I’ll get enough Christmas money to afford one of those nifty and shiny iPods. Yeah, I’m so sure that’ll happen.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 9pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"><BR><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>“Have a great first day, honey,” was all I allowed myself to hear from this beast.<BR><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>“Yeah, whatever. Bye,” with that being said, I slammed the door to the car and trotted my way through the snow to reach the front door of this new school that I would now be attending.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></P>
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	      <dc:creator>brinabullet</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2008-08-11T09:45:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[Hello All (:]]></title>
	      <link>http://brinabullet.buzznet.com/user/journal/2838211/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<P>I have, once again, given Buzznet another chance.<BR><BR>A true chance.<BR>I don't get on alll the time.<BR>But I'm starting a new fanfic.<BR><BR>Well, I don't know if it can be called a fanfic.<BR><BR><BR>It'll star:</P>
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<P>Selena Gomez as a teenager.<BR>Hayley Williams also as a teenager.<BR>AND.</P>
<P>Jonathan Walker :]</P>
<P>Kay? (:<BR>Enjoy &lt;3</P>]]></description>
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	      <dc:creator>brinabullet</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2008-08-11T09:43:00Z</dc:date>
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