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    <title>brendonurieismyhomeboy's Journals on Buzznet</title>
    <description><![CDATA[I'm special, musical and loud. I like my music different and turned all the way up. I write, play guitar and flute, sing (badly), sleep (lots), eat (sugar) and chill out alot. I love Panic at the Disco!
Thank you The Butcher for the amazing drawings, William Beckett for being so nice, and Gabe Saporta for being Gabe!
yeah that's about it...]]></description>
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	      <title><![CDATA[HELP!!!]]></title>
	      <link>http://brendonurieismyhomeboy.buzznet.com/user/journal/3737271/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<P>anyone good at figuring out boys? im having a boy problem. this boy, lets call him joe (not his real name),&nbsp;i like him but im not sure he likes me back. my friend sydney tells me regularly that he looks at me alot and we do get along (me and him). also when he was asked if he liked me he gave a no comment, then he was really nice to me that whole day and ignored me the next day. </P>
<P>anyone want to help me figure him out?</P>
<P>thanks!</P>
<P>Olivia♥</P>]]></description>
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	      <dc:creator>brendonurieismyhomeboy</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2009-02-10T13:04:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[By Far Some Of The Best Chuck Norris What-ever-you-want-to-call-them's I've Seen In A While...]]></title>
	      <link>http://brendonurieismyhomeboy.buzznet.com/user/journal/3679611/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<DIV>Chuck Norris always knows the EXACT location of Carmen SanDiego.</DIV>
<DIV>(i thought&nbsp;that was brendon urie....)<BR><BR>Chuck Norris ordered a Big Mac at Burger King, and got one.</DIV>
<DIV>(i like this one lots)<BR><BR>Some people wear Superman pajamas. Superman wears Chuck Norris pajamas.</DIV>
<DIV>(if this is true then that means batman wears brendon urie pajamas!!)<BR><BR>Chuck Norris can slam a revolving door. </DIV>
<DIV>(this is one thing you should never try at the museum of science boston if you dont want to be yelled at by security guards and/or almost maim/kill yourself or innocent bystanders)</DIV>
<DIV>&nbsp;</DIV>
<DIV>Only Chuck Norris can prevent forest fires.</DIV>
<DIV>(whos this smokey the bear you speak of?)</DIV>
<DIV>&nbsp;</DIV>
<DIV>anyone know (or want to make up) some more?</DIV>]]></description>
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	      <dc:creator>brendonurieismyhomeboy</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2009-01-27T10:36:24Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[FBR Vinyl Mania!!!]]></title>
	      <link>http://brendonurieismyhomeboy.buzznet.com/user/journal/3661701/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<P>just wanted to let you guys in on this little tidbit! go check the FBR webstore to see the limited edition (thats where they got me, anyone who seriously knows me knows that all someone has to say is limited edition and i have to have it) vinyls, so&nbsp;go here (<A href="http://www.fueledbyramen.com">www.fueledbyramen.com</A>&nbsp;and then hit the enter webstore button)&nbsp;and take a looksy!</P>
<P>&nbsp;</P>]]></description>
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	      <dc:creator>brendonurieismyhomeboy</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2009-01-22T14:44:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[Fall Out Boy 11/6 Harpers Ferry Review]]></title>
	      <link>http://brendonurieismyhomeboy.buzznet.com/user/journal/3336401/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<P>First I would like to thank Kiss 108 for being awesome, without them I sould have been sitting at home eating chocolate and watching sad movies instead of at this show.</P>
<P>I got to the Harper's Ferry (the venue) at about 4:00. I ate dinner impatiently (I think I scared the waiter) and got in line at 4:45 to get my tickets (I was on the list). I made some friends in line and then someone in a monkey suit came out carrying a boombox playing I Don't Care...I thought nothing of it, I mean we were in Boston. Then I heard some screaming and 3 seconds later Pete comes running by wearing the monkey suuit only he didn't have the head on.</P>
<P>About an hour later they started letting people in and a half and hour after that I got in. I told the guy my name, got my wristband and went inside. I walked around inside looking around, this place was so TINY!! Seriously it's the size of the inside of an airplane! I bought some merch and headed out to the floor.</P>
<P>The opening band, A Loss For Words, came out. They were good, a little "hardcore" for my taste but they were good. And they were local whic is double the awesome! After they were done the techs for FOB came out. They sound checked and after 20 minutes FOB came out.</P>
<P>They started with Thnks Fr Th Mmrs, because of where I was in the crowd (3 people back) and how small the venue was I could mostly hear the people around me screaming the lyrics and not Patrick but I was doing the same thing. Pete talked for a little bit and asked us to choose a song for them to play! They played the Patron Saint Of Liars and Fakes. That's one of my favorite from TTTYG . Joe threw 50 billion guitar picks into the crowd (all of which I failed to catch). Pete talked some more, this time about his wedding and Patricks toast to him. They were going to play Sugar We're Going Down, but then they played a part of American Boy by Estelle because SWGD is about "American Boys". Then Pete made Andy come out from behind the drums, he was only wearing a pair of grey boxer briefs.</P>
<P>They wouldn't play GINASFS because of California illegalizing gay marriage. They played Yule Shoot Your Eye Out (much to Pete's protest of "It's not close enough to Christmas yet!") They played I Don't Care with their snasty light-up guitars (sorry i didn't get any good pics of that) Much to my and the person sitting next to me's happiness they played Homesick At Spacecamp (my favorite song from TTTYG), needless to say I was very happy about that.</P>
<P>During this entire time the security kept yelling at us to back up because the first row was litterally leaning on the stage. Pete just kept yapping and asking what songs we wanted (not that I minded). They played Growing Up and then they played Saturday for their final song complete with Pete Wentz crowd surfing. They finished their set and left the stage. I milled around for a little while and talked to people then I headed out to my car. </P>
<P>I got home before 11pm!! New record for a concert! So basically the point of this was to tell everyone that if you can make it out to a small FOB club show in your area do it, because it's worth it!</P>]]></description>
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	      <dc:creator>brendonurieismyhomeboy</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2008-11-07T12:47:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[Rockband Live Tour Review 10/29]]></title>
	      <link>http://brendonurieismyhomeboy.buzznet.com/user/journal/3299811/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<p>The Rockband Live Tour in it's entirity was kind of annoying, but the (real) bands were amazing! </p>  <p>I started my concert day by leaving home at 3 o'clock right after school and getting to Lowell at about 4:15. I brought twister and played with a few people while we were waiting for Zach to come out to let us in for M&amp;G. Some time after that Zach came out. He apologized for asking us to come so early, he didn't anticipate the cold weather. He went down the line with his list and made sure everyone in line was on the list and he gave the ones on the list shiny green M&amp;G bracelets!&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<img style="width: 249px; height: 191px;" src="http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/5/9/9/4/5/1/1/orig-5994511.jpg" border="0" height="245" width="312"></p>  <p>Then he gave extra bracelets&nbsp;to family members and friends and we waited a little more because there was a radio station&nbsp;M&amp;G before us. Zach led us inside and we went into a room where he gave us the "speech" about not being akward, <br>they can't sign anything on your body and absolutley no food! Aparently a few years back some girl gave Panic some cookies that she baked her own hair into!! Umm ewww! </p>  <p>The boys came out&nbsp;a few&nbsp;minutes later and&nbsp;I marveled at Ryan's&nbsp;skininess, Jon's flip-flops (30 degrees out people!!), Spencer's&nbsp;moustache (can you say child molester?&nbsp;I can!) and of course Brendon's adorableness! The line started moving, people handing Panic things to sign from CD booklets to&nbsp;My Little Ponies! I got up there and handed Spencer my petition and told him that I know I'm retarded and it's stupid but look at it anyway.&nbsp; </p>  <p><img src="http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/5/9/9/4/7/0/1/orig-5994701.jpg" border="0" height="272" width="387"></p>  <p>He smiled and read it. He called it cool and handed it to Brendon telling him he has to read it because it's really cool. Brendon read it and said "Thats the real&nbsp;inconvient truth!"&nbsp;and Spencer joined the conversation again and said thats&nbsp;a real cause worth fighting for. Brendon smiled nicely&nbsp;and highfived me, handing the petition to Jon. He just smiled, signed it and handed it to Ryan. He was most definitley high. Finally Ryan got it.&nbsp;He chuckled, signed it, gave me a high five and handed it&nbsp;back to me.&nbsp;I got back in line for the picture and when&nbsp;I got up there brendon put his arm around my shoulders and I swear I almost melted. Zach snapped the picture and we headed out to the venue again where a local band Lennen Fall was playing, I didn't catch any of their set though.</p>  <p>We bought some merch adn food and went down to the floor. We waited for The Cab to come on and moved our way up to the large crowd on the front of the floor. They came out and played their set playing I'll Run and Bounce (the only two songs&nbsp;I know by them...I'm not a big fan...). After that some guy named Ridiculous came out and advertised Rockband. Then out came the Plain White T's. They started out with Natural Disaster and a few more new songs, then they played Hey There Delilah which everyone of course sang along to. After they were done Ridiculous came back on with 2 "Rockbands" who were actually ok. The first band played Thats What You Get by Paramore and the second band played a song I recognize but the name escapes me.</p>  <p>Next came Dashboard Confessional. I'm not a huge fan but&nbsp;I know a few songs. (btw the security guards had been throwing out water bottles so no one in the crowd passed out and we were all sharing. Mono anyone?) Dashboard played a some songs, one which I recognized and then they played a cover of a song I recognized (no name again but I believe it was the song about Boston that's on the radio some times...) and then they covered P!NK's song So What with The Cab (and maybe the Plain White T's?). They covered it well too.</p>  <p>After Dashboard Ridiculous came out yet again with 2 MORE Rockbands, I swear everyone in the crowd sighed at this. He threw out some t-shirts and CD's (neither of which I got) and the Rockbands played.</p>  <p>Finally after 7 hours of standing Panic came out. They played songs from both Pretty. Odd. and A Fever You Can't Sweat Out. Then they played the song from the Halloween video for the first time ever live! Finally they covered Shout and it was amazing. Sadly the boys left abruptly not heeding the crowds shouts of one more song. People began leaving because they realized that the boys weren't coming back out. I stayed near the barrier for a minute and it was good that I did. There was a security guard holding his hand out over the barrier and he was holding a pick. There were a bunch of screaming girls near him grabbing for it but he wouldn't let them have it, then I came over and just kinda took it from his hand and he let me have it with a smile. WEIRD! Zach threw out some drumsticks which I'm sure must have given someone a concussion and my friend and I limped out of the venue to the stairs where our ride was waiting. </p>  <p>So the moral of this little tale is if you can go to the Rockband Live Tour do it!! Just do it ok.</p><p></p><p>Oh - don't forget to check out my photos, too! The gallery is here: <a href="http://brendonurieismyhomeboy-panicatthedisco.buzznet.com/user/photos/">Rock Band Live Gallery </a>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </p>]]></description>
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	      <dc:creator>brendonurieismyhomeboy</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2008-10-31T19:11:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[When My Friend And I Get Bored...Well This Happens....]]></title>
	      <link>http://brendonurieismyhomeboy.buzznet.com/user/journal/3220371/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<DIV>Cookie Monster: Pete Wentz (bad influence)</DIV>
<DIV>Big Bird: William Beckett (tall and nice)</DIV>
<DIV>Elmo:Gabe Saporta (weird...)</DIV>
<DIV>Oscar The Grouch: Spencer Smith (bitchy...)</DIV>
<DIV>The Count: Gerard Way (vampires...)</DIV>
<DIV>Zoe: Hayley Williams (same color hair/fur)</DIV>
<DIV>Baby Bear: Patrick Stump (cuddly)</DIV>
<DIV>Abby Cadabby: Joe Trohman (definitley a fairy...and on crack)</DIV>
<DIV>Bert: Ryan Ross (the not so&nbsp;nice one...and bert+ernie=♥ so why not ryan+brendon?)</DIV>
<DIV>Ernie: Brendon Urie (the nice one...and bert+ernie=♥ so why not ryan+brendon?)</DIV>
<DIV>Snufflelupogus:Jon Walker&nbsp;(MADE OF AWESOME)</DIV>
<DIV>Grover: Nate Navaro (weird)</DIV>
<DIV>Kermit: Andy Hurley (its not easy being green...)</DIV>
<DIV>Mr.Noodle: Guy Ripley (just&nbsp;because&nbsp;i can)</DIV>
<DIV>Mr.Noodles Brother, Mr.Noodle: Ryland Blackington (because he and guy are the same person as are these two brothers)</DIV>
<DIV>Slimey The Worm: Mike Carden (just because i don't really really like him...)</DIV>
<DIV>Twiddle Bug 1, Timmy:&nbsp;Sisky Business (just because)</DIV>
<DIV>Twiddle Bug 2, Tessie: Vicky-T (just because)</DIV>
<DIV>Twiddle Bug 3, Thomas: The Butcher (just because)</DIV>
<DIV>Twiddle Bug 4, Tina: Jeffree Star (just because)</DIV>
<DIV>Hoots The Owl: Chizzy (because he had to be something...)</DIV>
<DIV>Mr.Hooper: Mikey Way (because i can and because mikey dies in ghost of you and mr.hooper is dead)</DIV>
<DIV>&nbsp;</DIV>
<DIV>yes we took the time to cast some muppets as some band people...be jealous that you didnt think of this!!! thank you to my good friend rachel for&nbsp;beig the other mastermind in&nbsp;this!!</DIV>
<DIV>peace, love and panic</DIV>
<DIV>Olivia♥</DIV>
<DIV>comment please!!!</DIV>]]></description>
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	      <dc:creator>brendonurieismyhomeboy</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2008-10-18T18:06:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[thnk fr th mmrs]]></title>
	      <link>http://brendonurieismyhomeboy.buzznet.com/user/journal/3216941/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<P>"a song about glitz, glam and one night stands"</P>
<P>i dont really like the title thnks fr th mmrs and i thought i think of a new one for this contest!!! yay!!!</P>
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	      <dc:creator>brendonurieismyhomeboy</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2008-10-18T05:33:34Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[like a bad movie...]]></title>
	      <link>http://brendonurieismyhomeboy.buzznet.com/user/journal/3124241/</link>
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<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">A/N: I am probably one of the biggest liars you will ever meet. I said I was gunna have this up weeks ago…that obviously didn’t happen. Blame my teachers! It’s their fault! They’re the ones who insist on me doing 5 worksheets, 40 math problems and then they make me write things in a different language! It’s cruel! Anyway so, yeah here it is and I will try to have another one up tomorrow, because I’ve got 7 more chapters written in my note book I just have to type them. So soon…hopefully…</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></P>
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<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in">After work Alex went to his house and I drove home. Olivia was sitting in front of the TV with Jack and Courtney. They had two large pizzas in front of them and were watching Napoleon Dynamite. I walked over and sat down next to Jack and Courtney. I grabbed a piece of pizza and go sucked into the humor of the movie.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>When the movie was over we all sat and talked. </P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“So Jack, how’s Michael?” I asked.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“Who’s Michael?” Courtney asked. </P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“He’s my boyfriend and good,” Jack answered. </P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“Oh! Olivia, where were you last night?” I asked. </P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“I was at Brendon’s.”</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“Oh…had some fun last night, eh?”</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">She blushed before asking me a question.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“Sydney, Brendon wants to know if you and Alex want to double date with us tomorrow.”</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“Sure sounds fun.”</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">The conversation continued like until jack and Courtney had to leave.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>Once they were gone I drifted to my room and took out my book and read a few pages before getting utterly bored and throwing it on the floor. I sighed and laid back. I must have fallen asleep because when I opened my eyes, sunlight was pouring through my window and birds were chirping. I pulled my pillow out from under my head and put it over my face in an attempt to block out the sunlight. The birds on the other hand could not be silenced and seeing as they were being so freaking annoying this morning I was not able to fall back into unconsciousness. </P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“God damn birds,” I muttered to myself as I got out of bed. </P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>I walked to the kitchen to get some breakfast. I pulled cereal from the cabinet and poured a bowl.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </SPAN>I ate at the kitchen table in silence since Olivia was still sleeping. When I was done I cleaned up and went to my room and got dressed. </P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>When I came back out Olivia was searching through the fridge for food.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“There’s nothing in the fridge!” she complained.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“Well there’s stuff in the cabinets…”</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“Oh…Okay!”</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">She took out a box of cereal and began eating it. </P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>When she was done eating she dragged me to the mall claiming to need more band shirts even though her collection could already fill a museum.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>When we got to the mall she made a bee-line for Hot Topic. I trudged along behind her still pissy from the morning. Once in Hot Topic, Olivia dragged me by the wrist around the store, pulling down anything she liked.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>We finally stopped for a minute because she couldn’t decide between two Fall Out Boy shirts. I was staring off into space when my phone rang. I jumped because it was so loud. I pulled it from my pocket and flipped it open.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“Hello?”</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“Hi Syd. It’s Jack.”</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“Hey Jack. What’s up?” I asked in a monotone voice. </P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“Not much, just wondering if you were at the mall.”</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“Yeah, I am. Why?”</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“Oh no reason just wondering. Well I gotta go. Bye!” he said and the line went dead. </P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">I stared at my cell phone expecting it to implode or something. Nothing happened so I put it back in my pocket. I shrugged off my suspicions and went back to staring off into space.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>Olivia and I walked around a bit more before she bought what she wanted and we left. We were walking towards the food court when I felt something hit the back of my head. I reached back slowly, afraid of what might be there, and peeled the object off. I brought it in front of my face and almost threw up. I dropped it to the ground. <I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Ew! <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /><st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Bologna</st1:place></st1:City>. </I>I spun around and saw a retreating figure.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“I’ll meet you at the food court in a few,” I said to Olivia.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>I started to follow the culprit, weaving through the shoppers crowding the mall. I began catching up to him bit by bit.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </SPAN>When I was close enough to see what he was wearing I tried to figure out who it was. He was wearing black on black which could have been an assortment of people. That narrowed down my list by a tiny fractional piece, so I continued following him. I finally managed to get within arms reach of him and grabbed his elbow. <SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>He spun around and smiled evilly at me before slipping a cloth bag over my head…</P>
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<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">A/N: Ooooooh, cliffy! </P>
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	      <dc:creator>brendonurieismyhomeboy</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2008-10-06T17:49:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[like a bad movie...]]></title>
	      <link>http://brendonurieismyhomeboy.buzznet.com/user/journal/3124221/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<P><IMG src="http://img.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/5/6/8/0/8/2/1/orig-5680821.jpg" border=0><BR>as is hopefully known this is actually by my friend brendonurierox4...hence the name on the banner...</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">A/N: The italics in this chapter are my dream.<SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in">Alex of course wanted to see a horror movie, so for most of the movie my eyes were closed.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </SPAN>When we got back home Alex could see that I was still freaked out. </P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“Do you want me too stay with you tonight?” he asked outside the door to my apartment.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“No I’ll be fine by myself,” I lied.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“Are you sure?” he said unconvinced.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“Yeah, I promise.”</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">I stood on my tip-toes and kissed him. </P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“’Night,” I said. </P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“’Night,” He said.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">He kissed me again and walked away. </P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>I walked in my apartment, noticed Olivia wasn’t home, walked to my room and fell asleep still in my clothes.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">I was sitting in a stone room on a chair. My hands were tied behind my back and I was gagged. I could see Alex on the other side of the room tied up the same way. I looked around the room trying to figure out where I was. There wasn’t much in the room. The only opening in the room was a rusty door on one wall.<o:p></o:p></I></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>The door burst open and a burly man with a deformed face, knife and gun walked in. He walked over to Alex and kicked him. I tried to scream but no sound came out. <o:p></o:p></I></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>The man grabbed Alex by his shirt and stabbed his arm with the knife, then proceeded to hack violently at his face. Alex let out a muffled scream. The tears started streaming down my face. Then the man put the gun up to Alex’s head and pulled the trigger… <o:p></o:p></I></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>I sat up and bed and screamed. Tears were pouring down my face and I was covered in sweat. When I stopped screaming quiet sobs broke through my chest. I looked at the clock on my night stand. It was 3:30 am.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>I grabbed my cell phone and dialed Alex’s number. It rang a few times before a very tired sounding Alex answered. </P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“Hello.”</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“A….Al….Alex,” I said between sobs.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“<?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /><st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Sydney</st1:place></st1:City>? Are you okay? What’s wrong?”</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">I sobbed harder. I gasped for air and tried to speak but all that came out was more sobs.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“<st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Sydney</st1:place></st1:City>, I’m coming over. I’ll be there in a minute,” he said and hung up.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>The phone dropped from my hand. I pulled my knees to my chest and took deep breaths to calm myself.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>When Alex arrived I had calmed down quite a bit, but I was still crying. He sat down next to me and pulled me onto his lap.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“It’s going to be okay,” he whispered to me.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">I took a few shaky breaths and then looked up at him. </P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“What happened?” </P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“I…I had a dream,” I managed to get out. “And you…you…” I took another ragged breath before finishing. “You died.”</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>I hid my face in Alex’s shoulder and cried some more. Alex held me and rocked back and forth, humming a soft melody.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>When my tear ducts were dry and took a deep breath and looked up at Alex. He smiled and kissed me. </P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“So I’m curious. Did this dream have anything to do with the movie we saw?”</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“Um…well…yeah…”</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“You know I wouldn’t have minded staying.”</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“I know, but I didn’t want to wake you up in the middle of the night because I was scared,” I said sheepishly.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“Well that obviously didn’t work,” he pointed out jokingly. </P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry.”</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“It’s fine. I want to be here to make you feel better.”<BR><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>I smiled and started playing with a piece of his hair. He grinned and started humming again. The tune was very pretty and I was sure I hadn’t heard it before.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“What song are you humming?” I asked.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">He looked surprised.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“Oh…um…it’s just a song I wrote. Why?”</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“I just thought it was very pretty.”</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“Oh…thanks.”</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“So you write music huh?”</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“Yeah and I play guitar.”</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“Really!? I play guitar too.”</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“I know.”</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“You’re such a little stalker!” I said playfully punching his shoulder.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“I’m sorry. Does that bother you?” Alex asked as he playfully pushed me back onto the bed.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“No,” I giggled as he straddled me. “It’s kind of…cute.”</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">He leaned down and nibbled on my ear.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“So I’m just “cute” to you?” He asked.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“No! Of course not! You’re kind and funny and sweet and handsome…”</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“And cute.”</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“Yes. You can be cute,” I said with a sigh.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“Okay…” he said and flipped over and pulled me on top of him.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“What was the point of that conversation?” I asked, resting my head on his chest.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“I don’t know,” he said playing with a piece of my hair. I laughed and closed my eyes.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>The next thing I heard was my alarm going off. I turned it off so it wouldn’t wake up Alex. I walked out of the room as quietly as I could and grabbed a red bull. I decided to steal some of Olivia’s clothes so I wouldn’t have to go in my room.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>I changed in the bathroom and brushed my hair and teeth at the same time. I left Alex a note and drove to work. Vicky-T came up to me when I walked in.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“So I saw you and Alex yesterday. You guys still “just friends”?” She asked.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“Uh…well….um…eh….” I coughed.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“Ha! I knew it!” She started doing a happy dance.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“Uh-huh.” I said as I walked away. </P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>I wasn’t working the register today, I was replacing the stock and helping customers. Alex came in and walked to the counter where I usually worked. When he saw I wasn’t there he began looking around the store.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>He spotted me and came over. He hugged me and kissed me.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“Ow!” he said.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">I pulled away and cocked an eyebrow at him. He was rubbing the back of his head and facing away from me.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“Young man! That is no way to behave in a public place! There are young children here!” a stocky old lady said.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </SPAN></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">I had to bite my lip to stop from laughing at the look on Alex’s face. It was a cross between really scared and really confused. She hit him with her purse once more before turning to me.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“Excuse me miss. Do you work here?” She asked in a completely different tone than before.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“Yes. Can I help you with anything?”</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“Yes. Um, my granddaughters 9<SUP>th </SUP>birthday is coming up and she absolutely loves Hannah Montana. So I was wondering if you could show me where the Hannah Montana CD’s are.”</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">I internally cringed. I plastered on a fake smile and nodded. </P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“Wait here.” I mouthed to Alex.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">I led the woman to the children’s section where all the Disney CD’s were. </P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>She thanked me and I headed back to where Alex was. He was still rubbing the back of his head when I got back.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“Let me see you head,” I said.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">He bent down and I lightly fingered his scalp. I felt a bump and noticed he winced when I touched it.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">“Come on let’s get you some ice,” I said.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">I took his hand and led him to the back of the store.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">A/N: Sorry! It’s been a while! I’ve been lazy! Im sorry! But anyway I will hopefully have a couple more chapters up by tomorrow! Hope u enjoys and leave me lots of comments!</P>
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	      <dc:creator>brendonurieismyhomeboy</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2008-10-06T17:44:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[A Thin Line Between The Right And The Real...Guilt By Association1/1 (school paper)]]></title>
	      <link>http://brendonurieismyhomeboy.buzznet.com/user/journal/3056931/</link>
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<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%">Brendon sat down on the bench outside of school listening to his friends babble. They were all laughing at some joke Gabe made about one of the “larger” girls in school. Gabe bad mouthed everyone because he used to be made fun of for his height and inability to speak English because he’s Hispanic. <I style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Only the second week of school and my friends can already make jokes about people</I>, Brendon thought. Though fall had almost hit, the weather remained like it had been in the middle of July. Hot and sticky like fresh caramel. Then again they did live in <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /><st1:City w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Las Vegas</st1:place></st1:City>, right near the desert, so it was like this almost all year round. </P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%">“Hanna and Audrey are so totally anorexic!” Pete exclaimed rather randomly. Short and always glaring, Pete sadly possessed the appearance of an evil gnome. </P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%">All the boys but Brendon laughed and agreed with the comment and began making their own cruel jokes about their school mates. Other students started arriving and soon the bell rang to signal the school day had commenced. The group of friends made their way inside leisurely, trying to keep the final few minutes of freedom for a little longer. Then Brendon walked straight into someone.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%">“Oh…I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to…I’m just trying to find my class…” stuttered the towering, slender boy Brendon had walked into.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%">“It’s fine; it was mostly my fault any way.” Brendon said chuckling and picking up the books the boy dropped when they had collided. </P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%">“Oh, my name is Ryan. I’m new here so could any of you show me where the Social Studies room is?” Ryan asked looking a little more comfortable with everything because of Brendon’s delightful personality.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%">“Why should we?” both Alex and Jack, the fraternal Barakat twins, retorted at the same time. They were both tall and had perpetual scowls on their faces because they constantly had something nasty to say.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%">“We-well…y-you don’t have to.” He replied losing his comfort and stuttering again.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%">“I have Social Studies, I’ll show you!” Brendon said smiling habitually, though inwardly reminding himself to kill his friends later.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%">“Thank you!” Ryan said looking comfortable again because he could now find his classroom.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>Brendon introduced himself and all his friends to Ryan, handed him the books he had dropped and headed off towards the Social Studies room. Brendon could hear his friends laughing at him and could feel Spencer’s patented icy blue death glare on his back but he ignored it.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes">&nbsp; </SPAN>The boys made it to class a little late but Mr. Beckett, one of most agreeable teachers in school, excused them because he realized Ryan had gotten lost and Brendon had helped him find his way. The boys sat down next to each other and listened to Mr. Beckett continue on about American geography.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>They left the classroom together getting to know each other better. The boys were equally warmhearted and they were also both brunette with brown eyes, but Ryan was exceedingly shyer than Brendon. Talking, Brendon and Ryan found that they were very similar and could be good friends. They went about their own business throughout the day until lunch. Brendon found Ryan and brought him to sit at his lunch table. Brendon’s friends acted no more accepting of Ryan at lunch, in fact they couldn’t have acted less accepting but they were too busy with today’s back to school gossip about the summer to worry about the new boy. </P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>In 6<SUP>th</SUP> period Calculus Ryan met another group of people. One of the boys, Jon, asked Ryan why he and Brendon sat together at lunch.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%">“Well, because we’re friends.” Ryan replied.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%">“Oh…but he’s evil!” Jon exclaimed looking at Ryan, confused.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%">“What?! Brendon isn’t evil!” Ryan said in his defense.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%">“But he hangs out with Pete, Gabe, Spencer, and Alex and Jack!” Jon said looking even more confused. He was obviously not very bright.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%">“Yeah…so?” Ryan asked, genuinely perplexed.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%">“Well they’re horrible and he hangs out with them. So therefore he must be horrible too!” Jon said back believing every word that came out of his mouth.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%">“Do you really believe that?” Ryan asked.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%">“Yeah, of course, I mean it makes sense.” Jon replied happily.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%">“Oh ok…”</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%"><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </SPAN>Ryan continues being friends with Brendon despite this, but he finds out that most of the people at Palo Verde High aren’t smart or accepting enough to see past Brendon’s friends to his true, likable personality and because of this no one else wants Brendon or Ryan as a friend.</P>
<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center>The moral of the story is: a man is judged by the company he keeps.</P>
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<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 200%; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align=center>a/n: this is a school paper that had to be based off a moral. i need a title! please leave your concrit and title ideas in your comments!!! thankies!</P>]]></description>
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	      <dc:creator>brendonurieismyhomeboy</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2008-09-22T16:42:00Z</dc:date>
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