<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519317579526204222</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:32:54.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pop Star 411</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519317579526204222/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Teri Battles</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519317579526204222.post-134540020730333962</id><published>2009-01-16T13:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T14:10:38.752-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting at Sunset Chapter 11</title><content type='html'>I woke up two days later in a hospital room in the real world. I looked around and saw next to my bed an oxygen tank. For only a second I remembered what happened just a couple of days ago. I began to cry. My dad was sitting by my bed when I started to cry. He grasped my hand and squeezed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Honey what's wrong?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ryan..." I sobbed. "...he's gone. For good." I started to cry more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That Ryan kid? He's downstairs waiting for you to be released."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared at him. But how was this possible? I was there. I saw him get shot. I cradled him. I charged at a bunch of freaks for nothing? Or did I do it for a good reason? I didn't know. My brain was too mixed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's alive?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Very much. Luckily what ever hit him in the back didn't go too deep. He's fine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A few days later, I was released from the hospital. Ryan greeted me at the exit. He was in a wheelchair but was fine anyway. Once again we kissed. This time, us both going to heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The End&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am sorry to say that this is the last time I will be writing on this blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I can get permission, I will put the story in some kind of magazine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you all for reading this blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I bid you a fond farewell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Popstar411&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519317579526204222-134540020730333962?l=hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com/feeds/134540020730333962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519317579526204222&amp;postID=134540020730333962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519317579526204222/posts/default/134540020730333962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519317579526204222/posts/default/134540020730333962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com/2009/01/starting-at-sunset-chapter-11.html' title='Starting at Sunset Chapter 11'/><author><name>Popstar 411</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519317579526204222.post-273542026744596403</id><published>2009-01-08T13:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T14:07:35.049-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting at Sunset Chapter 10</title><content type='html'>The next day came too quickly. All the witches and warlocks were getting ready for what was to come. I tried my best to help but everyone pushed me away. Why would they want a human helping them? I sat down on a bench and waited. Waited for the time to come when I would be by myself again. Ryan came up behind me. He made me jump a little and then sat down next to me. I was about to say something but he put his finger on my lips to shush me. He pulled out a little jewelry box and opened it. It was a necklace with our initials inside a little heart. I hugged him then put it on. But just as we were leaning in to hug, a man came up to Ryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They'll be here soon. Time to get out there young one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you sir." Ryan looked at me and smiled. Then left. And I was alone again. But then an idea hit me. I got up followed Ryan, but stayed clear of his sight. Lucky for me, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;battlefield&lt;/span&gt; had a hill I could hide behind. I stayed out of sight until I heard Ryan's voice, loud and clear coming over the hill. He was trying to encourage his men (and women) telling them that the day would be theirs. I sat behind the hill, freaking out. I was trying to tell myself that everything would be okay. Then I heard the fatal word "CHARGE". It was very old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fashioned&lt;/span&gt; though, which was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;surprising&lt;/span&gt;. I started to hear the clang of swords, the swish of flying arrows, and the moan of wounded soldiers. I stayed behind the hill until I heard the heavy footsteps of people running away. I took a peek over the hill and saw the warlocks running away from their positions. I looked at them as they ran, wanting to ask what their problem was. Then I looked again and saw a motionless body in the front of the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"RYAN!" I jumped up form my hiding position and ran out into the middle of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;field&lt;/span&gt;. I reached Ryan, but I was too late. The arrow that had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pierced&lt;/span&gt; into his back had killed him. I picked him up and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cradled&lt;/span&gt; him in my arms, my fallen tears mixing with his blood. Anger began to grow inside me. I put Ryan's body down, picked up his sword, and ran toward the army of more than a thousand monsters. Alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519317579526204222-273542026744596403?l=hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com/feeds/273542026744596403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519317579526204222&amp;postID=273542026744596403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519317579526204222/posts/default/273542026744596403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519317579526204222/posts/default/273542026744596403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com/2009/01/starting-at-sunset-chapter-10.html' title='Starting at Sunset Chapter 10'/><author><name>Popstar 411</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519317579526204222.post-6500947434213250207</id><published>2008-12-19T13:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T13:51:15.294-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Love is something that can’t dissolve&lt;br /&gt;It never leaves, no matter how hard you try to make it leave&lt;br /&gt;It is never out of line&lt;br /&gt;You can’t argue with your heart&lt;br /&gt;Especially when you’re in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Love is always patient&lt;br /&gt;It waits for you to come and sweep you away&lt;br /&gt;It is never impatient&lt;br /&gt;Love always ready and waiting for any young person to fall in love&lt;br /&gt;Especially when it’s the first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Love is kind&lt;br /&gt;It has a candy sweet heart&lt;br /&gt;It never has turned into hate&lt;br /&gt;But it has always been the upside of life&lt;br /&gt;Especially if it’s forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519317579526204222-6500947434213250207?l=hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com/feeds/6500947434213250207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519317579526204222&amp;postID=6500947434213250207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519317579526204222/posts/default/6500947434213250207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519317579526204222/posts/default/6500947434213250207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com/2008/12/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Popstar 411</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519317579526204222.post-3703217597680264286</id><published>2008-12-18T12:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T13:05:36.584-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting at Sunset Chapter 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I stood there in awe, wondering if it was a dream or if I was in some kind of coma. I tried to pinch myself, but Ryan stopped me before I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"It's not a dream Dani. This is real, whether you believe me or not."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"But why me Ryan? Why do I have to do this?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"I would like to tell you but we don't have time. We have to get you to the city hall."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"You guys have a city hall?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"It's the same as in your world, just a little different."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"How?" I glared at him as an uncomfortable feeling crawled up my body. Ryan looked at me with the expression of nervousness upon his face. I didn't know what to think. I'm helping my boyfriend who turns out to be some kind of mythological creature that isn't supposed to be real is now trying to get me to help him lead some kind of freakin' army that comes from some other world that's full of monsters. I was beginning to think that it really was the end of the world. Just, it would end a different way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;The meeting at the city hall was not what I was used to. There wasn't as much yelling as I thought there would be, but there was a good amount of it. I sat in my seat, slouching as the conversations grew longer. Finally, the meeting ended. I jumped out of my seat and ran to Ryan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"So what's up?" I asked as I put my hands in the front pockets of my old worn out jeans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"It's settled," he replied in a serious tone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"What?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;" You're helping me. According to our maps and mind powers, the monster army should be here by tomorrow."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"Well that doesn't give us a lot of time now does it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"No, I need you to stay behind while I go out there tomorrow. If I end up being buried with dirt, the last of my powers will go to you and you'll become the new guardian of the human world." Ryan looked at me with a grave look. I could tell that he couldn't see himself coming out this fight alive. I looked at him and took his hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"When does it all start?" I asked worriedly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;"Well, they say that it's...," he looked at me with a small smile. He took my free hand and pulled me closer to him. "...starting at sunset." Then he leaned in closer to me and kissed me, once again, sending me into heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519317579526204222-3703217597680264286?l=hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com/feeds/3703217597680264286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519317579526204222&amp;postID=3703217597680264286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519317579526204222/posts/default/3703217597680264286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519317579526204222/posts/default/3703217597680264286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com/2008/12/starting-at-sunset-chapter-9.html' title='Starting at Sunset Chapter 9'/><author><name>Popstar 411</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519317579526204222.post-6964663177419016540</id><published>2008-12-18T12:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T12:37:08.597-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry about this.</title><content type='html'>IT'S THE EYE OF THE TIGER, IT'S THE THRILL OF THE FIGHT. RISEN UP TO THE CHALLENGE OF OUR RIVALS! AND THE LAST KNOWN SURVIVOR STALKS HIS PREY IN THE NIGHT AND HE IS WATCHING AS ALL WITH THE EEYYYEEEEE......OF THE TIGER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Yea, I got bored and I got that song stuck up in my head. so yea. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEAVE COMMENTS! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519317579526204222-6964663177419016540?l=hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com/feeds/6964663177419016540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519317579526204222&amp;postID=6964663177419016540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519317579526204222/posts/default/6964663177419016540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519317579526204222/posts/default/6964663177419016540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com/2008/12/sorry-about-this.html' title='Sorry about this.'/><author><name>Popstar 411</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519317579526204222.post-3003008707053917125</id><published>2008-11-20T12:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:06:29.411-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting at Sunset Chapter 8</title><content type='html'>I had to go to school on Thursday, apparently I had some big test I couldn't miss. I limped my way to the bus stop and hauled myself onto the bus. I found an empty seat and sat down. I looked out the window and Ryan was standing right outside. He came onto the bus. At least half of the girls on the bus made room for him to sit. He walked pass them on. They watched in envy as he made his way to my seat and sat down. I made room for him and stared out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you thinking of?" Ryan asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm thinking about the tree outside my window. How did you climb it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan looked at me, as if h didn't know what I was talking about. "I climbed," he answered blankly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You climbed a tree with no branches?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a good climber."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me the truth Ryan. How did you climb that tree?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked into the isle of the bus to make sure no one was listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a......."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're a what? A vampire? Like Edward Cullen?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No. I'm a Warlock. I have some kinda weird powers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you can shoot up a tree like a rocket?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, yea. It's kind of what I do. I can't help it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well ok then. But if you tried, do you think you could?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You do know that Warlocks are evil right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not all Warlocks are evil," he said with a hint of anger in his tone.  I scooted in the seat a few inches, after seeing his eyes turn red. I thought this was just a dream. I pinched myself, but I was awake. Then something else caught my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ryan?" I asked with caution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?" he replied without looking at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you riding the bus? I thought your brother drove you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he looked at me. It was a stupid question, I know. I was just curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because there is something I needed to talk to you about." He snapped his fingers and in a second, we were back in the hospital, the same place we were attacked by the monster thing. But there was one problem. There were no people around, and the world had turned gray and empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where are we?" I asked. It wasn't even loud enough to have echoed, but it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're in my world," Ryan said. "My world is nothing but a lifeless mess. You don't see anyone else, other than people of my kind. It gets annoying after a while."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So why do you and your brothers live in, you know, the human world?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My parents thought it would be safer. There's some kind of evil thing brewing in the world below us. The evil creatures from below have been attacking our world for years. We have tried to stop them but they defeat us every time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So why did you bring me down here?" I asked, wondering what he was getting at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't you see? If the monsters can break through our defenses, they can break through yours. Their goal is to kill the human race. My kind was placed here to protect humans. That creature that attacked us the other night was one of the creatures that broke through our defenses."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So the whole human race is in danger? Including me?" But before Ryan could answer, a woman walked up. She came up to us and pulled down the hood she was wearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ryan, who is this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No one mom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No one, huh? Well then, I guess she won't mind getting ripped apart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, don't be so mean. This is Dani. She's the one who will help me lead our army against the monsters."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at him in disbelief. "I'm going to do what?!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519317579526204222-3003008707053917125?l=hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com/feeds/3003008707053917125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519317579526204222&amp;postID=3003008707053917125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519317579526204222/posts/default/3003008707053917125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519317579526204222/posts/default/3003008707053917125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com/2008/11/starting-at-sunset-chapter-8.html' title='Starting at Sunset Chapter 8'/><author><name>Popstar 411</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519317579526204222.post-3577496073912986572</id><published>2008-11-13T12:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T14:09:05.949-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting at Sunset Chapter 7</title><content type='html'>I had gotten used to Montana by now. I wish that I could go back to California, but I liked it here now. After school on Tuesday, me and Ryan went to the Hospital to thank the doctor for helping Ryan. But when we got there, we were in for a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what happened until it hit me. I didn't know what it was. All I could see was bright red eyes shining out from the darkness. It first hit Ryan, knocking him out cold. As I was running to his side, I felt a sharp pain coming from my leg, like something had stabbed me and drew a line into my skin. Well, that's exactly what happened. I stumbled and fell on my arm. I now had a sharp pain coming from both my leg and my arm. Then, I thought I was in a nightmare as the creature raised it's five inch claw above my head and swung. I closed my eyes waiting for the worst. After a while, I realized that I was still alive. I opened my eyes and looked over on the corner where I saw the creature holding Ryan by the throat up against the wall. I tried to stand up but the pain was too great for any weight on it. Luckily for me, there were crutches near by. I grabbed them and hoisted myself up. Then I found the nearest heavy thing I could find. I found a glass bottle and threw it at the thing. I never said I wasn't a girly-girl. I actually have perfect aim. It hit it's head and it fell to the ground. After we were sure it was out, we made a run for it. Well actually, Ryan carried me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, there was an article on the front page about the the Doctor who was attacked. He had the same wound in the head I gave the creature that attacked me the night before. I wondered if the Doctor had attacked us or the creature woke and attacked him as he walked in. Tim was freaking out over my leg though. He would not stop asking me how it happened. I kept on telling him that on my walk home from the Hospital I cut myself on a wire. And it was really beginning to get on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to walk to my bus stop the next day and it was impossible. I had to call Jeremy and ask him to give me a ride. Tim already left for work and I was home alone. I picked up the phone. Then an idea hit me. I put the phone down and laid back. They couldn't make me go to school if I couldn't walk. So that day, I would stay home. Except for the computer and TV, I was all alone. Just me. It was great. I finally got something done, like homework and such. I also got to count my money in my wallet. I had $150 dollars. I decided to save it up for a new pair of Skater Shoes. I'm not a girly-girl. I don't go shopping for the cutest fashions. I go shopping for my style. Usually just a T-shirt, ripped jeans, and skating shoes. Sometimes a hat. Any way. I was watching my favorite TV show "N.C.I.S." and "Psych" was on next. I got out my laptop and got onto my Facebook. I had a friend invitation. From Ryan. I accepted and deleted Jeffery from my friend list. That felt good. Ryan then come on and started chatting with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: Dani, where are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dani: I'm at home. I couldn't get to school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: Because of your leg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dani: Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: So what are you doing after school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dani: Nothing. You?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: Nope. Nothing. Hey I got to go. If Mrs. Samson catches me I dead meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dani: You're in Government aren't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: Yup. Got to got now. Love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dani: Love you too. Tweedles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that Ryan logged off and I had living proof that Ryan loved me. And he had living proof that I loved him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519317579526204222-3577496073912986572?l=hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com/feeds/3577496073912986572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519317579526204222&amp;postID=3577496073912986572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519317579526204222/posts/default/3577496073912986572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519317579526204222/posts/default/3577496073912986572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com/2008/11/starting-at-sunset-chapter-7.html' title='Starting at Sunset Chapter 7'/><author><name>Popstar 411</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519317579526204222.post-3773431169152606606</id><published>2008-11-07T13:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T14:06:18.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting at Sunset Chapter 6</title><content type='html'>"Jeffery!" I screamed. "What the hell are you doing here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I came to see you to make sure you were happy here and came as a surprise to make you feel better. And when I get here you're kissing another guy when I'm your boyfriend!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan looked at me as if I had betrayed him. "Is this true?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared at him in disbelief. "No. Absolutely not. I broke up with him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, you said that it was temporary. You said that when you moved back we could be together."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO JEFFERY! Get the HELL OUT OF MY LIFE! FOREVER!" I screamed at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fine. I'll just go back to my girlfriend." Jeffery said turning away. "Since we're officially over, I guess that I should tell you that I was cheating on you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You were WHAT?!" I screamed. I started to walk to him, getting ready to kick him where it really hurts but Ryan pulled me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please, allow me." He walked up and the next thing I knew, Jeffery was on the ground writhing in pain. I laughed. Ryan came over, put his arm around me and we walked off laughing. I felt so happy. My old boyfriend was in pain and I was walking away with a new boyfriend who was true to me and who loved me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad some how found out about what happened. I thought he was going to punish me and tell me to break up with Ryan. But instead he invited me and Ryan for ice cream, which is something he never did. It was the best day I had all week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519317579526204222-3773431169152606606?l=hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com/feeds/3773431169152606606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519317579526204222&amp;postID=3773431169152606606' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519317579526204222/posts/default/3773431169152606606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519317579526204222/posts/default/3773431169152606606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com/2008/11/starting-at-sunset-chapter-6.html' title='Starting at Sunset Chapter 6'/><author><name>Popstar 411</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519317579526204222.post-2311746064798481582</id><published>2008-11-04T13:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T13:19:22.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting at Sunset Chapter 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The next week was horrible. Ryan wasn't at school and the Doctor said that he would be back by Monday. I tell you something is up with that doctor. Any way, Ally has been crying along with me all weekend. We visited Ryan a couple times and he seems to be doing better. I'm visiting him today after school. Lunch was extremely boring today. It was just me and Ally. Thomas had given us the evil glare. He was back from his suspension, which was something I didn't get. He nearly killed someone and he only got a couple days of suspension. I talked to the principal and he said,"If the person didn't die, it was only just for a few days." I couldn't believe it. Later on I found out that the principal was Thomas' father. I was so mad, I swear that I could kill someone. I had to leave school early that day. I was kicked out by the principal and I walked home with a very heavy heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Ally came over later on after school. She said she was sorry that all this had to happen to me. It was my third week of school and I was in a lot of trouble. I was the reason that Ryan got hurt, I'm the reason Ally was here. She got kicked out too. I don't know why, but it's my fault. After Tim gave us a little snack he put together to try and calm us down. It didn't work. Ally and I then started walking to the hospital to visit Ryan. When we got there, Ryan was just leaving. I screamed with joy and hugged him. He happily returned the hug. There was a loud chorus of gasps but who cared. Ryan was well, not gone, and I would see him around more often. I told him on our way out that our principal was Thomas' dad. He couldn't believe it either. His brother gave me and Ally a ride back to my house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"You will be at school tomorrow, right?" Ally asked Ryan as we were getting out of the car. "I know a girl who is just crazy about you." I blushed and Ally smiled at me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Ryan smiled. "Then tell her that I'm 100% sure I'll be there." With that, the car roared and the next thing I knew, the car was out of sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The next day was the best day of my life. Thomas' dad was fired. I might have told the entire school. Thomas got a longer suspension from the new principal. He was gone for a really long time. And for once, Elaine was back to normal. We were mad at her for a little while, but Elaine was like a little kid, you couldn't be mad at her for long. At the end of the day, I was about to get on my bus when Ryan pulled me back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"So is that girl happy that I'm at school today?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I blushed. "Yes," I said sheepishly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"Good because he has something for that girl that I've been needing to give her since I met her."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;He reached out, grabbed my arm and pulled me close to him. He leaned in and then his lips touched mine. I thought it was a dream. But it was real. It was my first kiss and it was amazing. But at the time, I didn't know that someone was watching me. Someone I didn't want around while this magnificent event was occurring. Someone meaning my old boyfriend, Jeffery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519317579526204222-2311746064798481582?l=hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com/feeds/2311746064798481582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519317579526204222&amp;postID=2311746064798481582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519317579526204222/posts/default/2311746064798481582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519317579526204222/posts/default/2311746064798481582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com/2008/11/starting-at-sunset-chapter-5.html' title='Starting at Sunset Chapter 5'/><author><name>Popstar 411</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519317579526204222.post-3384146991471497398</id><published>2008-11-02T09:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T16:28:20.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting at Sunset Chapter 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Ally got mad at me today and I have no idea why. All I said was that I liked Ryan as a friend. I guess she was planning a way to hook us up. It was Wednesday and I was liking Ryan more than ever, but I didn't want to tell her. Our school has some weird problem where you tell  secrets to you friends, they don't say a word and then the whole school knows. I didn't want that to happen to me. I also have another problem. Thomas Popular-Pants asked out Elaine and she said yes. So now my friend is extremely popular and she won't even smile at me anymore. I think Thomas is some kind of evil magician. I wanted to walk up and slap him. But then Elaine would get really mad, and at Lavina High, you don't want to make any one mad. Or at least that's what Ryan and Ally told me. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;"Hey Ally," I whispered to her during Government,"is this just a phase for Elaine?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;"Elaine and Thomas went out last year. They broke up over the summer and now they're back together. Don't worry, she'll be talking to us in a couple days. She did the same thing last year."  The last part was more of a mumble than a whisper. I didn't know why Ally was do down after that. She said it was just a phase, so why so sad? A couple days later I found out what she meant. Elaine had totally changed. She was really mean and aggressive towards me and Ally. Ryan tried to defend us but he and Thomas got into a big fist fight. Thomas was suspended for a week and unfortunatly Ryan had to be taken to the Hospital. The two got into a horrible fight which ended with a big bang on the head for Ryan by Thomas with a very heavy text book. He got a big gash from the corner of the book and lost a a lot of blood. I'm very worried. I was crying so hard that I was sent home. When I walked through the door crying, Tim got very worried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Dani are you ok?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"No not really. Ryan was sent to the Hospital today, my friend Elaine is dating this guy who turned her into a monster, and now, if you don't mind, I would like to take a walk to the Hospital. I need the long walk."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Um, ok. Just be careful."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I walked out the door again and straight to the Hospital. I cried the whole way. When I got there, visiting hours had just ended but Ryan's older brother said that it was ok for me to see him. I walked with him to Ryan's room. Ryan was lying on the bed with his eyes closed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I'm going to let the two of you have some alone time," Jeremy (Ryan's older brother) said. With that he left leavin me to start talking to a sleeping Ryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Hey," I said, thinking of what to say to someone who didn't know what I was saying. "I think that you can guess who it is. I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I shouldn't have ever met you if I knew that this was coming. I recently talked to the docotor, and he said that there is a 50% chance of you getting out of this and, well, you know what the other 50 is. Honestly, and I feel kind of stupid telling you since it's Friday and I only met you 4 days ago, but I love you. I really do and I don't know how I could  live without you if I loose you. And you probably don't feel the same, but this was the first oppertunity I had to say how I felt. I love you." And as if my words were magic, Ryan opened his eyes just a little bit and whispered the words, "I love you, too." Then he fell back asleep. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519317579526204222-3384146991471497398?l=hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com/feeds/3384146991471497398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519317579526204222&amp;postID=3384146991471497398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519317579526204222/posts/default/3384146991471497398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519317579526204222/posts/default/3384146991471497398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com/2008/11/starting-at-sunset-chapter-4.html' title='Starting at Sunset Chapter 4'/><author><name>Popstar 411</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519317579526204222.post-9034222945405918625</id><published>2008-10-30T17:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T13:18:56.887-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting at Sunset Chapter 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Monday seemed to come to quickly. I got all my school books ready and I headed out the door and to my bus stop. I was only 15, I couldn't drive yet. As I got on the bus, I thought that I saw Ryan, but why? His brother drives him. There was only one thing I could think of. He was stalking me. When I got to school, I was watched by more than half of the Sophomore grade, mostly guys. I didn't mind them much until one guy came up to me and broke out into conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"Hi, my name Thomas. Will you go out with me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I could seriously not believe what I was hearing. I'm being asked out by a boy I just met, that I hardly knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"Um, thanks but no." With that I walked away. I heard a little chuckling sound coming from behind me. I turned and saw Ryan what-ever-his-last-name is looking at me smiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"Ha, you know you just turned down the most popular guy in the grade?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"So, I just got to this place what did you want me to say?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"I was actually hoping that you'd say no." He held out his hand. "By the way, I'm Ryan Mitchell."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I held my hand out to his. "Dani Schulz." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;He looked at me. "German?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"Half."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"Huh." He looked at me and smiled. "Shall we?" he asked showing me to the front door. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"Sure, why not?" I smiled as he lead me to the school. I thought I was in a dream. This totally cute guy was walking me into my first day of school. As we walked I saw Thomas looking at me with disgust, like I would want to hang out with this "unpopular" guy instead of him. I made through my first three classes, Biology, Algebra 2, and Government. At lunch, I sat with Ryan and a couple of girls from my Government class. I think their names were something along the lines of Ally and Elaine. Ryan pointed out everyone to me. Ally looked at me smiling. For sometime, it was not a comforting feeling. Her teeth were crooked just a little bit, her hair in a rats nest, but she was funny. Elaine was a little different. She had perfect hair and perfect teeth. It was strange for me to be in the presence of two popular girls. At my old school I was usually called a nerd. But life was already changing for me in Montana. I was making my way to the top, I had a good group of friends, and I had Ryan to watch my back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519317579526204222-9034222945405918625?l=hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com/feeds/9034222945405918625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519317579526204222&amp;postID=9034222945405918625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519317579526204222/posts/default/9034222945405918625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519317579526204222/posts/default/9034222945405918625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com/2008/10/starting-at-sunset-chapter-3.html' title='Starting at Sunset Chapter 3'/><author><name>Popstar 411</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519317579526204222.post-1716369645541665613</id><published>2008-10-25T20:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T13:18:51.272-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting at Sunset Chapter 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The first part was about the hills and the trees. Next came my new school and I zoomed in on a particular boy. He was tall, with brown hair and deep blue eyes. It turned out to be a beautiful dream. He reached out to me and took me close. He leaned out to kiss me and then...I woke up. I some how knew that this boy I saw was real. But I was just getting my hopes up. I woke up to a beautiful sunny morning. I went downstairs and smelled the sweet scent of bacon and muffins, my favorite Saturday breakfast. I smiled at Tim. I haven't talked about Sarah for a while. And for some reason I was glad. Any way, I sat down and ate. I was done in what seemed like three seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you want me to show around today?" Tim asked, looking at me with hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure," I replied, in a some-what excited voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Great."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished eating our food and I ran upstairs to get dressed. I felt as I was being watched though. I looked out the window and I saw the leaves of the tree outside my window move. I looked out the window, but there was no breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just a squirrel," I said to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished with my 15 minutes of getting ready. I went back downstairs and Tim was waiting for me by the door. We walked out together and as he got into the driver's seat, I got into the passenger seat. When Tim turned the key the radio came on. And lucky for me, the songs here were the same in California. We spent about an hour and a half in the car. Tim showed me all the shopping malls, hoping that I would go there with future girlfriends. Then we passed all the little shops and grocery store. And last but not least, we passed my new school. Outside there was a small parking lot with a single car. Who would be here on a Saturday? I looked closer and I saw a boy. He was tall, with brown hair and deep blue eyes. It was the boy from my dream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dad, who's that guy?" I asked as we passed by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um, Ryan something. I can't remember his last name." He smiled at me. "Interested?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, just curious." I looked out the window. I didn't know what to say. I just found out that the boy from my dream was real, he was there when I was picking out my outfit in my pajamas, and climb a tree that had no branches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Does he go to Lavina High?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yea, him and his two brothers. The oldest is a senoir and the younger one is in eighth grade."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So he's in the middle?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yup."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this year won't be so bad. Maybe with Ryan around, Monday won't be such a bad time to start school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519317579526204222-1716369645541665613?l=hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com/feeds/1716369645541665613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519317579526204222&amp;postID=1716369645541665613' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519317579526204222/posts/default/1716369645541665613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519317579526204222/posts/default/1716369645541665613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com/2008/10/starting-at-sunset-chapter-2.html' title='Starting at Sunset Chapter 2'/><author><name>Popstar 411</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519317579526204222.post-980357981217151322</id><published>2008-10-23T13:15:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T09:09:26.285-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting at Sunset Chapter 1</title><content type='html'>I could not believe what my ears were hearing. My parents were getting a &lt;em&gt;divorce!&lt;/em&gt; I had to live with my dad, and I really did not like my dad. And I don't think he liked me much either. But I had to go and live with him in Montana. Montana was my favorite state; that's where I was born. But to live there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;permanently&lt;/span&gt; with my dad? I thought it was the end of the world coming early. I would have to leave as soon as the divorce files were put through. I officially hated my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week later, I was on a plane to Montana. To the end of the world. I kept on looking back, hoping to see California and it's awesome lights. But all I could see was green. Nothing else. My dad kept on saying that I would love it in Montana. The house that we were moving to was a two-bedroom house with one bathroom and an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;incredibly&lt;/span&gt; small kitchen and living room. My dad said that I would also like the High School that he was planning to put me in. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Apparently&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; were moving to someplace called Golden Valley, and I would be forced to go to some school called Lavina High School. I smiled at him, trying to look excited. I picked up my purse (it was actually just a small bag that I could just sling over my shoulder), and pulled out a picture of Jeffery, my ex-boyfriend whom I had to break up with because of this horrible event in my life. My dad looked at the picture and then looked at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know he still likes you Dani," he said in his glad to be rid of him tone. He used that tone whenever I talked about Jeffery. "I'm sure that you'll find someone new here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You never know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remained as quiet as I could for the rest of the flight. After we landed, my dad and I had a taxi take us to our new home and my new nightmare. As we pulled into the driveway, I thought that I was going to puke. In California, we lived in a huge house with our very own chef, who actually taught me to cook. But this house was the smallest thing in the world. I really wanted to scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went inside, and I ran to the top of the stairs. The top floor was the smallest thing in the world. I found the little bathroom, and then I walked into this incredibly small room. I claimed it as mine. The mover guys brought in my bed and my desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat in my room until dinner was ready. My dad was an amazing cook. When I was home alone with my mom I always called him Tim. When I was home alone with Tim, I called my mom Sarah. So now that I was living with my dad, I would have to call my mom Sarah. I walked into the kitchen in my pajamas and took a seat. It was really quiet eating with Tim. Then finally I spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So when does school start?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Monday for you. If I was mean and abusive like your mother, I would make you go to school tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot about how powerful my mother's words were to me. She favored my boyfriend more than me. She usually liked to yell at me to see my reaction. She always said she loved me though. And I loved her, but she was too mean to me. Tim was different. He knew that I needed a better home. I didn't really like Tim at the time, though, so at first I wasn't too happy about moving to Montana with him. Now I felt like I was getting used to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, why can't I go tomorrow?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you want to?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sort of. But tomorrow's a Friday, and it would be pointless for my first day to be on a Friday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, we'll wait till Monday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled at him and finished eating my soup. After dinner, I helped with the dishes and then sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. Tim joined me a little bit later. After an hour, I decided to go to bed. I had nothing else to do, so whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my room, I pulled out the book that I brought with me. A little while later, I turned out the light and fell asleep. And as soon as I fell asleep, I began to dream about the so called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;beauties&lt;/span&gt; of Montana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519317579526204222-980357981217151322?l=hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com/feeds/980357981217151322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519317579526204222&amp;postID=980357981217151322' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519317579526204222/posts/default/980357981217151322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519317579526204222/posts/default/980357981217151322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com/2008/10/me-and-chris-chapter-1.html' title='Starting at Sunset Chapter 1'/><author><name>Popstar 411</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519317579526204222.post-1379925299348902886</id><published>2008-10-23T13:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T13:14:55.535-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that go Bump in the Night Part 7 (the end)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The kids jumped for joy. And a shocker to all, through all the excitment, Drew kissed Molly. Everyone awed. Molly shot them a look that immediatly made them shut up. Tony took out his cell phone and called the police. He went over and put his arm around Chelsea. Andy looked at both couples in disgust. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Now why don't have a girl?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Everyone laughed at this, including Andy. And so, they all lived happily ever after. Andy got a girl, Tony became a famous author, Chelsea and Molly became famous actors, Drew stayed Drew, the funny guy who didn't have to change, according to Molly, and Steve, well you can guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Years later, Drew and Molly were married, along with Chelsea and Tony, Andy and Jessica (his girl). They all told their kids the amazing story about what happened to them when they were young. The story was passed on to the children. And now I'm passing it on to you. The world is better with a good story. Remember that. And now is where the story ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519317579526204222-1379925299348902886?l=hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com/feeds/1379925299348902886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519317579526204222&amp;postID=1379925299348902886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519317579526204222/posts/default/1379925299348902886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519317579526204222/posts/default/1379925299348902886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com/2008/10/things-that-go-bump-in-night-part-7-end.html' title='Things that go Bump in the Night Part 7 (the end)'/><author><name>Popstar 411</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519317579526204222.post-1602411380037699183</id><published>2008-10-16T10:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T13:01:55.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that go Bump in the Night Part 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Everyone stood there in shock. It all seemed to make sense though. Except for the whole kidnapping the kids and stuff. That they didn't know about. They all ran back to their cabin and there they saw a small white piece of paper on the table. Tony went over and looked at it. He opened it up. His eyes grew big as he read. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"What is it?" Molly asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"It's from our good friend Steve. The one who is after us."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"What does it say?" Chelsea asked peering over his shoulder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"I don't think that you want to know," Tony replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Come on, tell us," Drew said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Tony looked down at the paper, cleared his throat, and began to read aloud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"I now know that I cannot deny, that tonight one of you will....." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;He didn't finish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Go on tell us," Molly said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"....die," Tony finally finished after a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"What the heck?! That's it? Some scary freak," Drew said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sarcastically&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Oh shut up," Chelsea said to him, annoyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"So what do we do now?" Andy asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"I actually thought of a clever plan. How clever it is, is something I don't know."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"How about we do what we have been doing," Molly suggested. "Fool the freak."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"How?" Chelsea asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Easy," Drew said. "We do the same thing that we've always done. We set out out a perfect trap and then we'll just have to wait until Steve falls into it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, but does that mean you know what the trap is?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Drew took a deep breath, opened his mouth and then closed it. He shook his head and Chelsea gave him a look of disgust. Tony, Molly, and Andy were watching this little fight go back and forth, with their heads turning depending on which person was talking. After it ended, they started laughing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;As the light from the sun went down, the five decided to work on their plan. They dressed in their black clothes and headed out into the night. They &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stopped&lt;/span&gt; at the supply hut and took out five shovels and a big black tarp. They went on this so called "short-cut" that Drew had found. They finally got to Steve's cabin after what seemed like forever. They began digging right in front of his porch. The kids knew from all those recent attacks that to stay up all night, Steve would have to sleep all day. They knew that they had to work quickley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;They had dug six feet into the ground before Steve woke up. They quietly put the tarp on top of the hole. They ran behind trees and turned just in time for the show. Steve, not knowing what happened while he was asleep..... fell straight into the hole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;To be continued&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519317579526204222-1602411380037699183?l=hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com/feeds/1602411380037699183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519317579526204222&amp;postID=1602411380037699183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519317579526204222/posts/default/1602411380037699183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519317579526204222/posts/default/1602411380037699183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com/2008/10/things-that-go-bump-in-night-part-6.html' title='Things that go Bump in the Night Part 6'/><author><name>Popstar 411</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519317579526204222.post-8658843598133019007</id><published>2008-10-16T10:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T10:33:28.617-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys</title><content type='html'>Boys can be awesome people. But here is the problem. You're best friends in elementary school and no one is mean to you. But then you hit middle school and then they become the people you hoped that they wouldn't become. They can be really mean, or make really bad choices, like drugs and stuff. They may seem nice, but that's just to lure you into their trap and then, sometimes not even a day later, they turn your heart into mush. And that great friendship that you had in elementary school is now gone. And sometimes it's impossible to get it back. Sometimes you never can. Take me for example. I used to have a lot of guy friends. Two of my best frinds were boys. And they came on my list of friends before all the girls. But then one moved before first grade and the other I haven't seen in three years. The last time I saw my friend Manny, I was 10. The last time I saw Kyle, I was 7. Major age differnce. Yea. It really stinks. When I got into middle school, I thought that guys would be the same, easy to become friends type. But I soon found out that these boys were perverted, mean, and had very stupid and mean jokes that were more like insults. There was no way I could make friends with any of these boys. But then I met a really nice guy who wasn't any of this perverted stuff. We were friends at the beginning but later on in the year he became popular and left me behind. I still liked him as a friend. So I tried to straighten things out. Instead I was called a stalker. I couldn't believe him. So this goes to show that boys can be good friends one year, and then they totally ditch you. So beware all girls who have really good friends who are guys or have boyfriends, boys are great at the beginning but just wait, they'll get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                                                           This is about my friend and other guys in this school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Make good choices guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519317579526204222-8658843598133019007?l=hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com/feeds/8658843598133019007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519317579526204222&amp;postID=8658843598133019007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519317579526204222/posts/default/8658843598133019007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519317579526204222/posts/default/8658843598133019007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com/2008/10/boys.html' title='Boys'/><author><name>Popstar 411</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519317579526204222.post-8693986962190627166</id><published>2008-10-10T13:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T13:55:55.804-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace, Love, and Joy</title><content type='html'>People treating people right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Educating kids in Africa and Asia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asking for forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checking to make sure friends are ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ejecting important life lessons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life of Happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On gaurd for bullies hurting friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visiting sick or hurt friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy living can come in the worst circumstances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joking with friends to make them laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On your tip-toes to seem tall when you're small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y is life so hard without frirends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If friends aren't friends, what is the world coming to? If there isn't peace, war will go on forever.&lt;br /&gt;If there isn't love, there will be war. It there isn't joy, the world is a sad and angered world which will eventualy lead to war. So no matter what, always know that friends that give you these three things so the world and your friends don't get into World War III. G2G. Peace, Love, Joy........and Jonas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519317579526204222-8693986962190627166?l=hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com/feeds/8693986962190627166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519317579526204222&amp;postID=8693986962190627166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519317579526204222/posts/default/8693986962190627166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519317579526204222/posts/default/8693986962190627166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com/2008/10/peace-love-and-joy.html' title='Peace, Love, and Joy'/><author><name>Popstar 411</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519317579526204222.post-1130325816088190276</id><published>2008-10-09T13:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T13:35:44.689-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Joe Jonas</title><content type='html'>Joe Jonas is one of the hottest guys on the planet. I can't say that about Nick. My friend is married to him and if I said that I want him she'd probably kill me. JK. Joe is my fiance and we're getting married next Friday. OMG!!!! This just in! He just called me!!!!!!!!!! We're getting married on Wensday!!!!!!!!! Sweet! I can't wait to tell my bffs. G2G. Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519317579526204222-1130325816088190276?l=hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com/feeds/1130325816088190276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519317579526204222&amp;postID=1130325816088190276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519317579526204222/posts/default/1130325816088190276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519317579526204222/posts/default/1130325816088190276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com/2008/10/joe-jonas.html' title='Joe Jonas'/><author><name>Popstar 411</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519317579526204222.post-86183486389314148</id><published>2008-10-04T20:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T13:10:36.827-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that go Bump in the Night Part 5</title><content type='html'>Everyone looked at Molly wondering what she meant. They knew that Drew wasn't evil, but Molly seemed to think differently. They had no clue what was going on in her brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean there might be more to him than meets the eye?" Chelsea asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, here are the facts," Molly said. "He is kidnapped by a guy who looks exactly like him. Supposedly a man in a mask. Then the next thing we know, a body shows up at our door and it's wearing the same cloak that the kidnapper was wearing but then we see the kidnapper in a deep blood red cloak."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So basicly you're saying it could be Drew who did all this?" Tony asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe, I don't know yet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, after lunch, the remaining people from cabin fifteen went to check out the grounds for any trace of Drew. They looked every where for anything. Then a little bit of luck came their way. As Chelsea was looking behind a big oak when she found a wallet. On the front it had a "D". She opened it, hoping to find out it was Drew's. But instead,it belonged to someone named Jack. But why was there a "D" on the front when it had an ID belonging to Jack? Then she looked up and saw that there was a heart cut into the oak tree. It wasn't there before. But there was a problem. It wasn't for love at all. It was a grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chelsea called the others over to see her discovery. They all stood there in amazment. They started to look around for any latch or door.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally Tony found a little door leading into the tree. He opened it and Drew fell out!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everyone looked in horror as Tony picked up Drew's arm and let go. Drew was all limp. They thought he was dead so they put him back in the tree. Just as they were walking away, Andy heard a groan. It was coming from the tree.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I think he's alive!" He exclaimed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everyone looked at him as he ran back to the tree, opened the door, and Drew hit the ground, but this time he made a sound as he fell. He slowly got up, with the help of Andy. The girls were so happy to see Drew. Especially Molly (she has a crush on him). Tony was also happy to see his good friend. The four helped Drew get back to the cabin. There, he told them what happened.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I was blindfolded but I could still here the voice.  It sounded like..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"What?" Molly asked. "Go on."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Sounded like Steve," Drew finished.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"What?!" The rest said at the same time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I'm just telling you what I heard."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tony looked at Molly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"And you thought it was Drew."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Molly looked at him in disgust.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"It was a possablity stupid."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The five finally got a good nights sleep. They knew that camp ended in just a few days. If the killer was still out there, he would probably follow them. So they came up with another plan. This time from a safe distance. They set out a deep blue cloak (apperantly the killer had some kind of color issus were he couldn't stay with one color). The afternoon came before the killer. Finally, a man came out and found the cloak. He took off the red one and put on the blue one. The kids looked at the figure in shock. It was Steve!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To be continued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519317579526204222-86183486389314148?l=hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com/feeds/86183486389314148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519317579526204222&amp;postID=86183486389314148' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519317579526204222/posts/default/86183486389314148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519317579526204222/posts/default/86183486389314148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com/2008/10/things-that-go-bump-in-night-part-5.html' title='Things that go Bump in the Night Part 5'/><author><name>Popstar 411</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519317579526204222.post-4585379020602589424</id><published>2008-10-03T13:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T20:52:17.794-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things That go Bump in the Night Part 4</title><content type='html'>Back at cabin fifteen, Chelsea was pacing back and forth, Molly was freaking out, Tony was reading a book about spying and freeing captives, Andy was writing his will, and Drew was, well, gone. Or at least that's what everyone thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At nine o'clock sharp, a knock came from the door. The four kids rushed into defenses they had made, basicly just tables and chairs on their sides, and in their hands there were kitchen knives, metal rods, and clubs. Tony went up to the door and opened it. He quickly ran behind his defense and turned around just in time to see the person standing at the door fall to the ground. The four came out from their defenses and made a circle around the body. Molly almost screamed when she looked moe carefully at the body. There was a knife in it's back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The body was wereing all black. Andy pulled back the hood. It was Tony!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But how are you dead when you're standing right here?" Andy asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know," Tony replied. "Well, it's no dummy, it's real."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I came to this camp for fun, not for a murder and a kidnapping mystery," Chelsea complained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molly was not involed in this conversation. She was to busy looking outside to see if she could get any idea of where the man who killed Tony, or whatever. Suddenly she saw a man in a deep blood red cloak come out of the bushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You guys come here quick!" she said. The others left the body were it was. They walked over to the window and looked out. They came just in time to see the man disappear into the bushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who do you think that was?" Andy asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know," Molly replied. "But who ever it was, he's gone now. But believe me, he'll be back. In the mean time, we need to find Drew. There might be more to him than meets the eye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519317579526204222-4585379020602589424?l=hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com/feeds/4585379020602589424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519317579526204222&amp;postID=4585379020602589424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519317579526204222/posts/default/4585379020602589424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519317579526204222/posts/default/4585379020602589424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com/2008/10/things-that-go-bump-in-night-part-4.html' title='Things That go Bump in the Night Part 4'/><author><name>Popstar 411</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519317579526204222.post-7226770233421837026</id><published>2008-10-02T13:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T13:34:16.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dark Knight</title><content type='html'>OMG!!!!!!!!!!! It was one of the best and coolest movies in the world!!!!!!!! Heath Ledger, the Joker, was amazing!!!!!!!!!!!! Micheal Caine and Christan Bale were awesome too, but not as awesome as Heath Ledger! And Araon Eckhart was so awesome as Harvey Dent/Two -Face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie Lawson was a lot better as Rachel than Katie Holmes. Instead of doing an awesome movie that everyone wanted to see and loved, Katie decided to go join the cast of "Mad Money".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice choice Katie. *cough, bad choice, cough*. This movie is a must see. If you haven't, see it now! This movie is rated PG-13, but it ROX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519317579526204222-7226770233421837026?l=hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com/feeds/7226770233421837026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519317579526204222&amp;postID=7226770233421837026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519317579526204222/posts/default/7226770233421837026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519317579526204222/posts/default/7226770233421837026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com/2008/10/dark-knight.html' title='The Dark Knight'/><author><name>Popstar 411</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519317579526204222.post-8657641440349834747</id><published>2008-09-25T13:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T12:47:43.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Since When</title><content type='html'>Haha that's hilarious&lt;br /&gt;The way you think about us.&lt;br /&gt;Oh hoo it's so stupid what you think right here and now.&lt;br /&gt;Saying we could manage somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since when did you care&lt;br /&gt;Since when were you there&lt;br /&gt;Since when did you see, all the things that were happening to me&lt;br /&gt;Since when did you know, all the things I got to show&lt;br /&gt;Since when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the funniest thing I've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;You on your knees&lt;br /&gt;Saying how much you love me&lt;br /&gt;Saying how much you need me&lt;br /&gt;But I can see through your little cover&lt;br /&gt;Since when did care when I was way down under&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since when did you care&lt;br /&gt;Since when were you there&lt;br /&gt;Since when did you see, all the things happening to me&lt;br /&gt;Since when did you know, all the things I got to show&lt;br /&gt;Since when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made that promise&lt;br /&gt;Of being there for me&lt;br /&gt;Now I'll never be able to see... love again&lt;br /&gt;Love again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea&lt;br /&gt;Oh hoo&lt;br /&gt;Yea-eya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since when did you care&lt;br /&gt;Since when were you there&lt;br /&gt;Since when did you see, all the things happening to me&lt;br /&gt;Since when did you know, all the things I got to show&lt;br /&gt;Since when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea-eya&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Since when&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519317579526204222-8657641440349834747?l=hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com/feeds/8657641440349834747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519317579526204222&amp;postID=8657641440349834747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519317579526204222/posts/default/8657641440349834747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519317579526204222/posts/default/8657641440349834747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com/2008/09/since-when.html' title='Since When'/><author><name>Popstar 411</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519317579526204222.post-6814060762801396460</id><published>2008-09-25T12:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T13:06:03.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonas Brothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="file:///tmp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///tmp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///tmp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///tmp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;Aren't they hottttttttt??? I Know right. And they're talented!!!!!!!!!!! I love them so much. But, for all you oblivious people, did you know there are actually four Jo Bros? The littlest one, Frankie, 8, is not performing yet. The others, Kevin, 20, Joe, 19, and Nick (screams), 16, are so awesome on satge. So what if they're older. They're still hot. Most girls in America are in love with them. But there can only be three new Jonas'. Stand back! Joe's MINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519317579526204222-6814060762801396460?l=hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com/feeds/6814060762801396460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519317579526204222&amp;postID=6814060762801396460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519317579526204222/posts/default/6814060762801396460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519317579526204222/posts/default/6814060762801396460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com/2008/09/jonas-brothers.html' title='Jonas Brothers'/><author><name>Popstar 411</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519317579526204222.post-681819483582647216</id><published>2008-09-18T10:20:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T12:45:45.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that go Bump in the Night Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The next few days were rough on the five kids. The man in the black cape kept on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;targeting&lt;/span&gt; them and they didn't know why. They were even to scared to leave the cabin, for fear that they would be attacked. Molly was beginning to have enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Are we just going to sit here like ducks? That freak is still out there. We can't just do nothing."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"But we're all targets," Andy said. "If we go outside, he'll do something to us, like shoot us or something."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I think Molly is right," Chelsea said. "We have to go after him. Who knows what he'll do to other people."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"And how do we do that without him knowing?" Drew asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I think it's time we go undercover. I have been saving these for a while."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Molly went over by her bed, pulled up the rug, and then pulled up the floor board. She pulled out five black outfits. Everyone looked at her in disbelief.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Where did those come from?" Chelsea asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; been saving them for a special &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;occasion&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What are we supposed to do with them?" Drew asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Wait until the dark of night to cover us, and then we sneak out and solve this wierd mystery," Molly replied. "That freak attacks us during the day. But why? He won't be expecting us to be out at night."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"She's right," Chelsea added. "He doesn't know what we're up to and we don't know what he's up to. So-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"-So, we'll set a trap using a dummy and then when runs for it we'll follow him," Tony finished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone looked at tony in amazment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I thought he lost his brains when he was punched," Chelsea whispered to Molly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Me too," Molly whispered back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later that night, when everyone else in camp was asleep, Tony, Drew, Andy, Chelsea, and Molly snuck out and put their trap into action. First they set out a dummy that looked like Drew, since they thought he was the next target. The dummy looked and felt so real that the man was sure to fall for it. Second, they put a tracker on it so that when the guy ran off with it, they could track him. Then, their plan fell into action. Just as planned the man came up and took the dummy. Tony, who had the tracker turned it on. Suprisingly, the man ran straight into Cabin 13. The kids followed him up to the cabin. As he went inside, they stationed themselves around the windows and looked in. They saw the man throw down the dummy so hard it broke and he furiously pulled down his hood. It was Drew!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"But how is that possible?" Chelsea asked."Drew's with us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know," Molly said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls looked at each other in disbelief as the Drew clone thing looked  at the window and saw both of them. He went to the door and stomped out to the porch. The kids saw this and ran. But the man was quicker. In the blink of an eye, he was gone. And so was Drew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519317579526204222-681819483582647216?l=hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com/feeds/681819483582647216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519317579526204222&amp;postID=681819483582647216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519317579526204222/posts/default/681819483582647216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519317579526204222/posts/default/681819483582647216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com/2008/09/things-that-go-bump-in-night-part-3.html' title='Things that go Bump in the Night Part 3'/><author><name>Popstar 411</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519317579526204222.post-7650575595867392855</id><published>2008-09-18T10:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T10:27:48.421-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that go Bump in the Night Part 2</title><content type='html'>The next morning, while Chelsea and Molly ate their breakfast, an announcement came on. It was from Steve, on of the consolers said that his shark tooth locket was missing and if any one found it he would give your group an extra bonus point.&lt;br /&gt;“He has a locket?” one of the boys at the table asked.&lt;br /&gt;“His wife gave it to him before she went to Iraq”, Molly replied.&lt;br /&gt;“What’s the picture of?” the boy asked.&lt;br /&gt;“His wife, his kid, and him,” Chelsea said.&lt;br /&gt;Later on that day, after a huge dinner, Molly, Chelsea, Tony, Andy, and Drew were walking to the cabin. Suddenly, Drew turned around, seeming alarmed.&lt;br /&gt;“What is it?” Molly asked.&lt;br /&gt;“I keep on getting this feeling that we’re being followed”, Drew said.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh knock it off,” Chelsea said. “No one is following us.’&lt;br /&gt;“I beg to differ. Look!” Molly pointed at a man in a dark black cloak coming toward them. He ran up punched Tony and took his wallet. Then he ran off into the woods. Tony lay unconscious on the ground. Everyone circled around him wondering if he was okay. They picked him up the hammock way and carried him to the cabin. Fifteen minutes later he came to, wondering what happened.&lt;br /&gt;“You should have seen him,” Andy said. “He was faster than a rabbit. We would have tackled him but he was in and out in less than a minute.”&lt;br /&gt;Tony looked at him in disbelief and then looked over at Molly who was standing and looking out the window shaking.&lt;br /&gt;“Is she ok?”&lt;br /&gt;“She’s a bit surprised about what happened," said Drew.&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea looked over at her worried friend. she walked over to her and put her arm around her.&lt;br /&gt;"What's up?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;"He's still out there," Molly said. "I know he is. And he knows we're here."&lt;br /&gt; To Be Continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519317579526204222-7650575595867392855?l=hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com/feeds/7650575595867392855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519317579526204222&amp;postID=7650575595867392855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519317579526204222/posts/default/7650575595867392855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519317579526204222/posts/default/7650575595867392855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com/2008/09/things-that-go-bump-in-night-part-2.html' title='Things that go Bump in the Night Part 2'/><author><name>Popstar 411</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6519317579526204222.post-386936737787951802</id><published>2008-09-12T13:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T13:46:35.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things That go Bump in the Night</title><content type='html'>Chelsea Stevens was extremely excited for her one of a kind summer camp. It was a special mystery camp where you’re split into teams and a mystery is set up for them. The winning team taken to L.A., California to star in their own little mystery show. So far, Chelsea’s team has always won. But what she didn’t know was that this mystery was going to be real.&lt;br /&gt;As she ran down the stairs, she was surprised to see her friend Molly. Molly also went to the camp and since they were the only two who have been to the camp since they were in 4th grade and knew all the consolers they were always in the same team. But the usual thing was that Chelsea went with Molly. Not Molly with Chelsea. So this was going to be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;When they got to the camp sight, they were excited to meet all the new campers and say hi to their old friends the consolers. They walked around the fields, they looked at all the cabins and they felt right at home. Then through the loud speakers, the founder of the camp said the names of the teams and what cabin they were staying in. Chelsea, Molly and three other people were staying in cabin fifteen. Unfortunately, the other three were guys.&lt;br /&gt;As Molly settled in that night she heard some weird noises coming from outside. Chelsea had already gone to sleep and the guys were laughing their heads off in their room. Molly walked cautiously over to the window and looked out the window slowly. She saw shadows coming from cabin thirteen. As she looked closer, the shadow walked over to the door and opened it. Molly held her breath as she saw a black cloaked person come out of the door and run into the woods. Molly went over to Chelsea and shoke her till she woke. Then Molly told her what she saw. Chelsea, still tired, told her to worry about it in the morning. Molly lay down and tried not to think of what she saw. Five minutes later, she finally fell into an uneasy sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                        To Be Continued&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6519317579526204222-386936737787951802?l=hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com/feeds/386936737787951802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6519317579526204222&amp;postID=386936737787951802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519317579526204222/posts/default/386936737787951802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6519317579526204222/posts/default/386936737787951802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hbw08popstar411.blogspot.com/2008/09/things-that-go-bump-in-night.html' title='Things That go Bump in the Night'/><author><name>Popstar 411</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
