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    <title>midnightnightmaresxx's Journals on Buzznet</title>
    <description><![CDATA[What should I put here?
Me....... interesting word.......just me.......
Thats it Im me....
thats all you neeed to know now.]]></description>
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	      <title><![CDATA[Yes! MCR November 17th!]]></title>
	      <link>http://midnightnightmaresxx.buzznet.com/user/journal/1448551/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<P>Yeah its a bit late to be posting this now but who cares?</P>
<P>MCR ruled! I loved the show so much, and you know what made the whole standing in the rain for 6 hours worthwhile? MSI were there too!</P>
<P>Here are some pics;</P>
<P><IMG src="http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/1/7/4/7/9/1/1/orig-1747911.jpg" border=0></P>
<P>We were that far away but managed to get up nearer as the concert went on!</P>
<P><IMG src="http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/1/7/4/7/9/4/1/orig-1747941.jpg" border=0><BR><BR>Can you believe these are the most focused pics of MSI I could get?</P>
<P><IMG src="http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/1/7/4/7/9/5/1/orig-1747951.jpg" border=0></P>
<P>&nbsp;</P>
<P><IMG src="http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/1/7/4/7/9/7/1/orig-1747971.jpg" border=0><BR></P>
<P><IMG src="http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/1/7/4/7/9/9/1/orig-1747991.jpg" border=0><BR><BR>All three of the members that made it to Belfast!</P>
<P><IMG src="http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/1/7/4/8/0/0/1/orig-1748001.jpg" border=0></P>
<P>I am most proud of this one!<BR></P>
<P><IMG src="http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/1/7/4/8/0/2/1/orig-1748021.jpg" border=0><BR></P>
<P>I have loads more pics but I cant fit them on here!</P>]]></description>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>midnightnightmaresxx</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2007-12-09T12:29:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[Hey everybody!]]></title>
	      <link>http://midnightnightmaresxx.buzznet.com/user/journal/1448361/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<P>Yeah, its been a while huh?</P>
<P>Well my computer decided to get realllly messed up and my buzznet stopped functioning but I think everything is A-OK now! Whoot! So did ya miss me?</P>
<P>&nbsp;</P>]]></description>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>midnightnightmaresxx</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2007-12-09T12:07:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[Oh. My. God.]]></title>
	      <link>http://midnightnightmaresxx.buzznet.com/user/journal/977971/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<P>Well the past two weeks of school have been like....</P>
<P>BLAGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</P>
<P>I mean I haven't been able to write all that much, but I have been hanging out with my friends, who I love soooooooooo much!!! And Saturday was the most specialest person I have ever met's birthday too, love ya Katie! And so we went to Laser Quest!</P>
<P>I fucking loved it!!!!</P>
<P>Running around in a neon lit room shooting people you don't know...</P>
<P>Can life get any better?</P>
<P>Well I am working on more updates for you my lovelies and thats all for now!!!</P>
<P>Byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee</P>
<P>Oh and btw if anyone went on Emma's page they may find a hilarious video of what happpens when we all have sugar.....</P>
<P>xDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD</P>
<P>&nbsp;</P>]]></description>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>midnightnightmaresxx</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2007-09-10T13:00:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[Even After The Darkest Night, The Sun Will Rise Again Chapter21 Part 2]]></title>
	      <link>http://midnightnightmaresxx.buzznet.com/user/journal/958631/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<P><EM>Hahahahahahahahahahahaha</EM></P>
<P><EM>I updated when I said!</EM></P>
<P>Sydney's head snapped up and a weak smile played against her lips when she saw her dad.</P>
<P>"Oh Dad..." Sydney sighed, tears steadily falling from her eyes as she took in his blue eyes, grey hair and warm smile. </P>
<P>She them stood up and ran over to him, hugging him for dear life.</P>
<P>"I'm so sorry Daddy!" She cried into his shoulder, actually being held by him once again for the first time in 8 years, I've completely messed up our family."</P>
<P>"No Sydney...you've done nothing of the sort!" He soothed, his husky voice calming her down instantly.</P>
<P>"C'mon Dad... I almost bankrupted you! I fucking stole money from you and I had to get you to bail me out of jail after Liam got me into drugs and I was caught with a dealer!" Sydney finally burst out yelling, walking away.</P>
<P>"Sydney, yes you did all those things. But no matter what you're still our daughter." He smiled, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder.</P>
<P>"I still can't believe you can actually be around me...Mum hates me for all she is worht, and she has a right too...but I swear I'll spend forever trying to repay you two." Sydney said, firmly.</P>
<P>"You really don't have too, but I really appreciate the thought." He answered, and Sydney smiled and looked at her watch.</P>
<P>"I'm sorry Dad! But it is almost 5.30pm, I have to go." Sydney said, quickly and then she practically ran from under the bridge and made her way home.</P>
<P>-x-</P>
<P>As Sydney walked down the garden path of Gareth's parents' house, she heard somone yelling at the top of their voice. Growing anxious and curious, she reached out for the door handle and quickly let herself into the house.</P>
<P>"-YOU'RE SO BLIND!" Mrs Darby yelled and then all fell silent, the only sound left was Erin crying.</P>
<P>Sydney quickly walked into the living room, which was where the voice was coming from, and she was shocked at the sight. Gareth's mother was standing over Gareth, glaring angrily at him. Gareth himself was sitting on the couch, head in hands and Erin was sitting by the wall of the living room, beside the couch, hands over her ears.</P>
<P>"Erin? Why is she crying?" Sydney asked, and Gareth's mother swiftly picked up Erin and walked out the room.</P>
<P>"How long?" Gareth asked, without looking up at Sydney.</P>
<P>"How long for what?" Sydney asked, unsure of what he was talking about.</P>
<P>"How long have you been a fucking prostitute?"</P>]]></description>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>midnightnightmaresxx</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2007-09-06T11:59:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[Even After The Darkest Night, The Sun Will Rise Again - Chapter 21]]></title>
	      <link>http://midnightnightmaresxx.buzznet.com/user/journal/953781/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<P><EM>Yes, yes, I have been M.I.A on this story, but look I am posting a story!!!!</EM></P>
<P><EM></EM>&nbsp;</P>
<P>Chapter 21</P>
<P>"C'mon honey...wake up please..." A voice called softly to Sydney and she felt someone stroke her cheek.</P>
<P>"What time is it?" Sydney groaned, rolling onto her front, burying her sleep self even deep into the pillow.</P>
<P>"Its 8am, everyone else is still asleep, but Erin, she is downstairs watching cartoons." Gareth said, and Sydney felt the bed tip to one side as he sat down, so Sydney turned her head and saw Gareth smiling down at her.</P>
<P>"Hey good looking." He smiled, leaning down to kiss her forehead.</P>
<P>"Awh!" Sydney groaned, as he straightened up.</P>
<P>"What?" Gareth asked.</P>
<P>"You completely missed!" Sydney smirked, sitting up too, gently kissing Gareth on the lips.</P>
<P>"I'm so sorry, next time I'll remember to do that!" He smiled, standing up, he was already dressed, "Ok, get dressed and I'll make you a coffee."</P>
<P>"I need to see my parents." Sydney groaned, as she slid out from under the covers, walking to the cupboard.</P>
<P>"You really don't have too." Gareth sighed, walking up behind her, and he wrapped his arms around her waist.</P>
<P>"I highly doubt that your Mother hasn't not told my parents that I am back. I need to see them, the last time I spoke to my dad I was 16." Sydney sniffed, tears trickling from her icy blue eyes.</P>
<P>"Do you want me to come with you?" Gareth asked, wiping away the tears on her cheek, delicately with his thumb.</P>
<P>"No thank you. Spend time with Erin and her grandparents, I know I shoudln't intrude on family time." Sydney smiled smally, and Gareth spun her around.</P>
<P>"You're family to me and Erin. Fuck the other two!" Gareth smirked, and Sydney laughed lightly, and then lightly kissed Gareth.</P>
<P>"Go and keep Erin company." Sydney said, hugging Gareth quickly.</P>
<P align=center>-x-</P>
<P align=left>"So Erin and I are going to the Zoo with my parents, if you need to ring me I'll have my mobile." Gareth said, as Sydney pulled on a grey winter coat.</P>
<P align=left>"Don't worry Gareth, I won't need to call you." Sydney smiled, pulling on a black wooly hat, and then walked to the front door.</P>
<P align=left>"Ok, so I'll see you back here...5-ish?" Gareth asked, placing a hand on her cheek</P>
<P align=left>"Yeah, I love you." Sydney said, grasping the door handle.</P>
<P align=left>"I love you too." He answered with no hesitation, kissing her tenderly, lightly tracing his fingers on her cheek, making her smile brightly, and she pulled away to see Gareth's mother standing on the staircase behind him, just glaring harshly at the two of them.</P>
<P align=left>"Bye love." Gareth smiled, and Sydney walked swiftly out the door, bracing the cold winter wind.</P>
<P align=center>- x -</P>
<P align=left>Glancing up at the grey clouded sky, she crossed her arms tighter around her body, containing the little body heat she had left, her skater shoes hit the icy pavement with care. Sydney racked her brain to think of anything but what she was about to face. The only thought that plauged her mind, well screamed at her was,</P>
<P align=left>"TURN BACK NOW!"</P>
<P align=left>But she couldn't.</P>
<P align=left>Her feet wouldn't listen to a word she said, or thought really, and she carried on walking at the same steady pace, until she was eventually standing in front of the old brick house, neat green, grass garden, with tidy flower beds at the doorway. Slowly, she walked up the garden path, until she was finally standing in front of the door of her first home. Bringing her hand up she rapped her knuckles on the door, pain running through her hand due to the coldness, and only a few seconds later the door itself flung open and Sydney was once again faced with her mother. Before Sydney could utter one word, her mother brought her hand up and slapped Sydney forcefully across the face.</P>
<P align=left>"How dare you come back to this house! Do you realise how much fucking pain you've caused me and your father? We had to work so hard after you and your boyfriend Liam made that big mess! Never, ever, come here again!" Her mother screamed shrilly, her icy blue eyes looking dead straight at Sydney.</P>
<P align=left>Taking in a deep breath, she slammed the door in Sydney's face, while Sydney herself just stared hard at the black stained wood, taking in long breaths, and she shakily turned on her heel and quickly left the house. Trudging down the street, she'd reached the end of it quickly and took a turn down a tree covered footpath, the crisp leaves crunching under her feet, when the sound of trickling water met her ears, and she soon came across a bridge that was 12 feet above a small river. She made her way to a slope beside the bridge, leadinf to the river, and climbed carefully down it to the bank of the river, and walked under the bridge and then collapsed onto a big rock.</P>
<P align=left>The last time she'd come here was with Sam and Gareth a year before she left, this had been their place, they'd borught all sorts to it over the years.</P>
<P align=left>"Honey?"</P>
<P align=left>&nbsp;</P>
<P align=left>&nbsp;</P>
<P align=left>**Expect the second part later on toight or tomorrow!**</P>
<P align=left>***Sorry for spelling mistakes, cant be bothered checking!***</P>]]></description>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>midnightnightmaresxx</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2007-09-05T10:19:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[Ive been tagged!]]></title>
	      <link>http://midnightnightmaresxx.buzznet.com/user/journal/807541/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<P><FONT color=#ff0000>Right okay so I was tagged by lovely Rachspoon!!!! ((Sister - in -laws forever!!!!!!!!!!!))</FONT></P>
<P><FONT color=#663366>My eight random facts:</FONT></P>
<P><FONT color=#663366>1)) I love going to musicals</FONT></P>
<P><FONT color=#663366>2))Westlife was my first concert experience</FONT></P>
<P><FONT color=#663366>3)) I <EM>still</EM> haven't finished Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows.</FONT></P>
<P><FONT color=#663366>4)) I ran into a parked car and knocked myself out when i was 3</FONT></P>
<P><FONT color=#663366>5)) I am overly sensitive</FONT></P>
<P><FONT color=#663366>6)) I make the most random sandiwches</FONT></P>
<P><FONT color=#663366>7)) I don't give fuck what people think when I run around town yelling with my best friends</FONT></P>
<P><FONT color=#663366>8)) One of my heros is Gerard Way.....</FONT></P>
<P>&nbsp;</P>
<P><FONT color=#333399>And I am now going to tag: newxjerseyxhearts, flick89, staceface, fobluva4eva, fairyxwithxfangs, burymeandfadetoblack, thex0xlibertine,&nbsp;vampirepixie.</FONT>&nbsp;</P>]]></description>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>midnightnightmaresxx</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2007-08-11T03:05:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[Even After The Darkest Night The Sun Wil Rise Again - Chapter 20]]></title>
	      <link>http://midnightnightmaresxx.buzznet.com/user/journal/802401/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">Chapter 20<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /><st1:City><st1:place><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">Sydney</SPAN></B></st1:place></st1:City><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"> let her tears flow freely as she curled up under her blankets. <o:p></o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">This is what Gareth’s parents had reduced her too, with all their intruding questions and snide remarks.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">“Where do you live?...That part of </SPAN></I></B><st1:City><st1:place><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">London</SPAN></I></B></st1:place></st1:City><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">!!! It’s so unfit; I remember reading about all these junkies and prostitutes in your area.”<o:p></o:p></SPAN></I></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></I></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">“In between jobs? How do you live a proper life?”<o:p></o:p></SPAN></I></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></I></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">“Just like I was saying to your mother the other day… such a waste to run off like that. No respectful person would do that.”<o:p></o:p></SPAN></I></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></I></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">“Wow…you look awfully sick, better fatten you up, you’re too scrawny and pale.”<BR style="mso-special-character: line-break"><BR style="mso-special-character: line-break"><o:p></o:p></SPAN></I></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">Every comment had come from Gareth’s mother, straight across the dinner table. Gareth always had his hand placed in Sydney’s firmly for silent support, he’d never be able to stand up to his mother without being shot down himself.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">Turning onto her stomach, the only thing now on her mind was Gareth, the only right thing going on in her life. Letting out a yawn, she closed her sore eyes, drying her cheeks on the pillow, trying in a desperate attempt to fall asleep.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">***<o:p></o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">Sydney opened her eyes quickly, and then she sat up even quicker. The sound of her bedroom door opening caught her attention, and she let a smile show across her face.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">“Gareth.” She whispered, as his silhouette darted towards her bed and he crawled in beside her, wrapping his arms firmly around her waist, pulling her close to his bare chest.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">“Why are you here?” </SPAN></B><st1:City><st1:place><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">Sydney</SPAN></B></st1:place></st1:City><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"> whispered, shifting her head to look at his dark figure.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">“To once again apologise for my Mother’s behaviour.” Gareth sighed, burying his head in her black hair.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">“You aren’t the one who should be apologising.” </SPAN></B><st1:City><st1:place><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">Sydney</SPAN></B></st1:place></st1:City><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"> pointed out.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">“I know…but… I feel terrible about it…” Gareth whispered, sorrowfully.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">“I know…I love you.” </SPAN></B><st1:City><st1:place><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">Sydney</SPAN></B></st1:place></st1:City><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"> whispered, closing her heavy eyes.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">“I love you too.” Gareth answered, kissing her forehead before sliding down in the bed, hugging her even closer.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">***<o:p></o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">Curled up on an alleyway floor, rain pounding down hard. The clothes she wore were soaked straight through to her shivering body. They wouldn’t do much sheltering anyway, the jeans had rips all up and down them, the grey hoodie she was wearing was thin and her shoes were barely holding together.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></I></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></I></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><st1:City><st1:place><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">Sydney</SPAN></I></B></st1:place></st1:City><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"> clutched her arms close to her body in a desperate attempt to keep warm. This was where that son of a bitch had gotten her.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></I></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></I></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">The rain slowly subsided and stopped finally and </SPAN></I></B><st1:City><st1:place><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">Sydney</SPAN></I></B></st1:place></st1:City><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"> stumbled to her feet, and slowly walked out the alleyway. It must have been about </SPAN></I></B><st1:time Hour="1" Minute="0"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">1am</SPAN></I></B></st1:time><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">, as no one was around apart from a few drunken men hoarded by an alleyway entrance.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></I></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></I></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">Sydney pulled her hood down and ruffled her short, lank hair while walking. Her gaze then caught a pair of women standing on a street corner, laughing about something, both of them kept looking around at their surroundings, when a car pulled up along side them and one of the two women lent in and then a hand produced a wad of notes which she accepted and then got into the car, and drove it away.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></I></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></I></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">“You interested in the business?”<o:p></o:p></SPAN></I></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></I></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><st1:City><st1:place><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">Sydney</SPAN></I></B></st1:place></st1:City><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"> turned her head and found the woman that was left walking up to her smirking.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></I></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></I></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">“What? No-“<o:p></o:p></SPAN></I></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></I></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">“Same.” The women cut across her, “Such a pretty face. From the looks of it, do you have a house? Or even a job?”<o:p></o:p></SPAN></I></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></I></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">“Well…No…” </SPAN></I></B><st1:City><st1:place><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">Sydney</SPAN></I></B></st1:place></st1:City><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"> sighed.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></I></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></I></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">“I know….a great guy that could get you started in this business.” The woman suggested and </SPAN></I></B><st1:City><st1:place><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">Sydney</SPAN></I></B></st1:place></st1:City><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"> almost broke down when she realised that she had no other choice.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></I></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></I></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">“I’m </SPAN></I></B><st1:City><st1:place><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">Sydney</SPAN></I></B></st1:place></st1:City><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">.” She introduced.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></I></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></I></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">“Chantelle. Now follow me.”<o:p></o:p></SPAN></I></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></I></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">***<o:p></o:p></SPAN></I></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></I></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">Sydney’s eyes opened sharply, her breathing ragged, sweating profusely.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">“<I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Too bad that wasn’t just a nightmare</I>…” Sydney thought sadly, as she turned in Gareth’s grip, curling up to his chest, as if he could make all her problems just disappear by simply holding her.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></B></P>]]></description>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>midnightnightmaresxx</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2007-08-10T12:25:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[Even After The Darkest Night The Sun Will Rise Again - Chapter 19]]></title>
	      <link>http://midnightnightmaresxx.buzznet.com/user/journal/783231/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">((Sorry I know it has been like forever but here it is chapter 19!!!))</SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"></SPAN></B>&nbsp;</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">((Oh! And dont forget to check out my quizilla page!!&nbsp; Link on another journal.))</SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"></SPAN></B>&nbsp;</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">Chapter 19<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">“Oh God…” </SPAN></B><?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /><st1:City><st1:place><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">Sydney</SPAN></B></st1:place></st1:City><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"> groaned, gripping Gareth’s hand tightly, as they walked away from his car, and up to his parent’s front door.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">“It’ll be fine.” Gareth mumbled in her ear, and then kissed her cheek lightly, and then he bent down to Erin, who was holding his other hand, “Go and ring the doorbell honey.”<BR style="mso-special-character: line-break"><BR style="mso-special-character: line-break"><o:p></o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">“Okay Dad!” Erin smiled, running to the door, down the little garden path, and rung the doorbell beside the luminous with door.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">The door opened slowly, and a well aged woman stood there. She had brown hair with grey wisps entwined in the tight curls. She had Gareth’s eyes and they both shared a few facial features. Her face creased into a large smile as </SPAN></B><st1:place><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">Erin</SPAN></B></st1:place><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"> hugged her tightly.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">“Hey my darling!” She smiled, and she looked up and her happy face faltered as her eyes landed on Sydney, “</SPAN></B><st1:place><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">Erin</SPAN></B></st1:place><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">, go say Hi to Granddad Darby.”<o:p></o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp;</SPAN>As </SPAN></B><st1:place><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">Erin</SPAN></B></st1:place><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"> ran past her, she looked at </SPAN></B><st1:City><st1:place><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">Sydney</SPAN></B></st1:place></st1:City><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">, studying her. Sydney herself could not feel any lower than she already was.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">“Hey Mum.” Gareth smiled, dropping Sydney’s hand and hugging his mother who smiled back at Gareth, hugging him and he pulled away, grabbing Sydney’s hand, pulling her up to his Mother.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">“Mum…you remember </SPAN></B><st1:City><st1:place><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">Sydney</SPAN></B></st1:place></st1:City><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">.” Gareth said, somewhat strained.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">“It’s nice to see you again Mrs Darby.” </SPAN></B><st1:City><st1:place><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">Sydney</SPAN></B></st1:place></st1:City><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"> smiled politely.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">“Yeah…ok. Gareth, take your cases upstairs, dinner is almost ready. </SPAN></B><st1:place><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">Erin</SPAN></B></st1:place><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"> will be sleeping in your father and mine’s room, you’ll be sleeping in your room, and </SPAN></B><st1:City><st1:place><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">Sydney</SPAN></B></I></st1:place></st1:City><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">,”</SPAN></I></B><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"> Mrs Darby spoke, practically spitting out </SPAN></B><st1:City><st1:place><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">Sydney</SPAN></B></st1:place></st1:City><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">’s name, “Will be in Jason’s room.”<o:p></o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">“Wait! </SPAN></B><st1:City><st1:place><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">Sydney</SPAN></B></st1:place></st1:City><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"> is staying with me.” Gareth said defensively, linking his hand with Sydney’s, who didn’t say one word.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">“Not under my roof.”<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </SPAN>Was the only thing that Mrs Darby said, before walking away into the house.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">Sydney looked up at Gareth, her blue eyes just filled with hurt. She then sharply pulled her hand from his, and walked to the car that they’d driven up in, opening the trunk.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">“Syddie…” Gareth sighed, running his hand through his brown hair, walking up to her, trying to wrap his arms comfortingly around her waist, but she brushed him away.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">“Better for you to go inside and catch up with your parents.” Sydney spoke coldly, hauling three suitcases out of the car, groaning slightly from the weight.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">“Here, please let-“<o:p></o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">“No Gareth.” Sydney cut across him, “I have it. Just go. Please.”<o:p></o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">Sydney heard Gareth let out a long sigh, and he finally retreated into the house, leaving Sydney standing there, holding back tears.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">“Gareth’s family hate me like my own…I fucking don’t need this bullshit.” </SPAN></B><st1:City><st1:place><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">Sydney</SPAN></B></st1:place></st1:City><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"> murmured to herself.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">***<o:p></o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><st1:City><st1:place><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">Sydney</SPAN></B></st1:place></st1:City><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"> was unpacking the few clothes she had into the empty cupboards of Jason’s old room. Just being in this room made her smile, so many golden memories were embedded between these four small walls. Glancing at the old computer she allowed herself to let out a small laugh. She had just remembered the time she walked into the room and found Jason and Gareth looking up Porn Sites, and once they’d noticed her, both had tackled her to the ground, tickling her to make her swear she’d never tell their parents what they were doing.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">“Syddie?”<o:p></o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">Sydney didn’t turn away from the cupboard, where she was hanging up her T-Shirts, she knew who it was.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">“Syddie…please look at me.” Gareth pleaded, but Sydney ignored him, but jumped when she felt Gareth wrap his arms around her waist, but she pulled away turning to face him.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">“I don’t know why I cam here…” </SPAN></B><st1:City><st1:place><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">Sydney</SPAN></B></st1:place></st1:City><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"> finally admitted, a tear running down her cheek.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">Gareth wiped the tear away with his thumb, and he then took her hand, pulling her to the bed, and he sat down, pulling her onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her, as she rested her head on his shoulder.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">“Ignore what my Mum says, please. And plus, if you hadn’t come, I’d have spent this whole week by myself with her trying to flatten and part my hair.” Gareth groaned, and </SPAN></B><st1:City><st1:place><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">Sydney</SPAN></B></st1:place></st1:City><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"> laughed.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">“Let me fix that.” She sighed, smiling, running her fingers softly through his hair, messing it all up.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">“Thank you, but seriously. Sydney, I love you, and I don’t care what my Mum or Dad say, I know we’re meant to be.” Gareth smiled, sweetly, “Forever.”<o:p></o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">“Meant to be? Forever? <SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp;</SPAN>You want to marry me?” </SPAN></B><st1:City><st1:place><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">Sydney</SPAN></B></st1:place></st1:City><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"> asked, shocked.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">“…Someday yes.” Gareth answered with complete honesty.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">“Let’s just see how things turn out.” Sydney said, before leaning down and kissing him softly, only to be pulled closer, Gareth biting her bottom lip softly, making her open her mouth slightly, his tongue sliding in, gliding over hers lightly.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">Sydney pushed him down on the bed, running her hand up his shirt, trying to tug it up, but he suddenly grabbed her wrist, and Sydney pulled away, confused.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">“I really want too, but, just not on my brother’s bed or with my parents in the house.”<o:p></o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">“Oh…” Sydney nodded, sitting up, “We’d better go downstairs…”<o:p></o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'">“You ready?” Gareth asked, taking her hand.<o:p></o:p></SPAN></B></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></SPAN></B></P><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN lang=EN-GB style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Century Gothic'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA">“Nope.”</SPAN></B>]]></description>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>midnightnightmaresxx</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2007-08-08T12:28:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[.:.Just Think Happy Thoughts.:.]]></title>
	      <link>http://midnightnightmaresxx.buzznet.com/user/journal/710111/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<P>Whoooooot</P>
<P>New story time!!!!!</P>
<P>But I am not posting it on here.</P>
<P>I am posting it on Quizilla my new account!!!</P>
<P>xmoonlightXdisastersx</P>
<P><A href="http://www.quizilla.com/users/xmoonlightXdisastersx/">http://www.quizilla.com/users/xmoonlightXdisastersx/</A></P>
<P>Go there for the first two chapters.</P>
<P>I will also be continuing my story, Even After The Darkest Night... on here so dont worry</P>]]></description>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>midnightnightmaresxx</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2007-07-29T06:31:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[Right I need all of your honest opinions!!!!!]]></title>
	      <link>http://midnightnightmaresxx.buzznet.com/user/journal/699171/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<P>Ok...new story plans!!!!</P>
<P>It is going to be a MCR&nbsp;fanfic..... sorta......</P>
<P>The main character is called May</P>
<P>And she is Bob's daughter in the story</P>
<P>So I'm gonna wirte a story about the difficulties and all the stuff that will arouse</P>
<P>What do you all think??</P>]]></description>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>midnightnightmaresxx</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2007-07-27T11:47:00Z</dc:date>
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