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		<title>Chapter 9: Staring Contest</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Mar 2009 22:23:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[“Two weeks… two weeks.” Bella muttered, pacing. “Only two… only two.” “Bell, have you forged the passports?” Alice asked. “Yes.” Bella stopped pacing. “Hand them over, Bells.” Bella froze. “Now, Bella.” Bella handed Alice the eight fake passports. “Alice…” Bella murmured. “Can we do this?” “Yes, Bella! Yes!” Alice very nearly shouted. “WE CAN!” Calm, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=secretsaga.wordpress.com&amp;blog=6295994&amp;post=74&amp;subd=secretsaga&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Two weeks… two weeks.” Bella muttered, pacing. “Only two… only two.”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Bell, have you forged the passports?” Alice asked.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Yes.” Bella stopped pacing.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Hand them over, Bells.” </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">Bella froze.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Now, Bella.”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">Bella handed Alice the eight fake passports.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Alice…” Bella murmured. “Can we do this?”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Yes, Bella! Yes!” Alice very nearly shouted. “WE CAN!”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">Calm, quiet Lily spoke up. “Alice, we’re eight vampires against a whole clan of vampires. Are you SURE we can do this?”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Of course we can!” Rose spoke next.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Yeah why not?” Carli grinned.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">Nobody else said anything. Nobody else dared argue with Lily.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Let them come to us.” Lily said coldly.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“No!” Bubbly Alice was definite.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">Lily glared at Alice. Alice didn’t flinch.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Don’t look her in the eyes. Don’t look her in the eyes.” Rosalie murmured.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">Alice nodded faintly. </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">Lily kept staring, her amber eyes searching Alice’s face, trying to catch her eyes.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“This doesn’t have to be a staring contest.” Kat mused. “We can discuss it.”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Ok Kat.” Lily looked away from Alice’s face.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Ha!” Alice gloated. “I, Alice Jefferson, just beat Lily in a staring contest! BEAT THAT!</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Alice, our flight is leaving in an hour. We’d better go.” Rose smiled. </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Yeah.” Carli agreed. “Let’s get going.”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Has everyone packed anything they’ll need?” I asked.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Yes” My friends and sister chorused. </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Good.”</span></span></p>
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		<title>Chapter 8: We Have To</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sure, I’d seen Bells and Rose and Carli take charge, but never in my thirty-four years with Alice had I seen HER take charge. It was only a few hours and we were on a plane to Chicago. When we got to Chicago, we would get on another plane to the coast of Africa. After [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=secretsaga.wordpress.com&amp;blog=6295994&amp;post=71&amp;subd=secretsaga&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">Sure, I’d seen Bells and Rose and Carli take charge, but never in my thirty-four years with Alice had I seen HER take charge. It was only a few hours and we were on a plane to Chicago. When we got to Chicago, we would get on another plane to the coast of Africa. After that, we’d find a way to get to Cairo and find an old friend of Alice’s, who was staying in Egypt for awhile. They would help us find out where the Ankhenaten were hiding.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">Meanwhile, Kat was on the phone with Matt.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Yeah… Matt, we’re gonna be gone for awhile… no, don’t follow us, we’ll be fine, I’m with Em and her friends… ok I will. I love you too. Bye Matt.”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">Kat hung up the phone and sighed.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“I sure as hell hope I’m ready for this.” She murmured. </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Oh you are, Kat. Don’t worry.” Lily soothed. </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">Suddenly Alice became very still and tense. When she finally relaxed, she told us what she had seen.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Neveira Reza Ankhenaten is being crowned leader of the Ankhenaten. Ankhele Alexandria Ankhenaten has been imprisoned. Neva will be crowned leader in two weeks.”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Two weeks? Only TWO?” I gasped. </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Alice, we can’t even make it to Cairo in two weeks.” Bella’s eyes were wide.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“We can.” Alice confirmed. Then her voice grew very low. “We have to.”</span></span></p>
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		<title>Dedication/Not Copying/Comment/Tell Ur Frends!</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Jan 2009 23:29:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[First, I&#8217;d like to address an issue that came up today. Whoever&#8217;s been telling Fort I&#8217;m copying Aber, you better knock it off. I&#8217;m NOT copying Aber, there are just certain parts that are like her because both books are vaguely based on Twilight. Second, I&#8217;d like to dedicate this book to Aber, because Fort [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=secretsaga.wordpress.com&amp;blog=6295994&amp;post=68&amp;subd=secretsaga&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>First, I&#8217;d like to address an issue that came up today.</p>
<p>Whoever&#8217;s been telling Fort I&#8217;m copying Aber, you better knock it off. I&#8217;m NOT copying Aber, there are just certain parts that are like her because both books are vaguely based on Twilight.</p>
<p>Second, I&#8217;d like to dedicate this book to Aber, because Fort DID manage to point out a few areas where the books were the same.</p>
<p>THIRD, I&#8217;d like you guys to comment! 61 people have visited this site, and only Aber managed to leave a comment!</p>
<p>Finally, I wouldnt mind if some people besides me would advertise. If you like the book, people, tell your friends! I want hits!</p>
<p>Thank you for reading.</p>
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		<description><![CDATA[Kat raised her eyebrows. “All eight of us?” she asked. “Yes. All eight, Kat.” I gulped. For once, I was nervous. “Alice, call Rosalie.” I ordered. Alice was dialing the number in seconds. “Kat, I saw Alexander in the cafeteria today.” I said quietly, my voice barely audible. Kat gasped. “Wha-What does tha-that prove?” She [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=secretsaga.wordpress.com&amp;blog=6295994&amp;post=57&amp;subd=secretsaga&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="color:#999999;">K</span><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="color:#999999;">at</span> raised her eyebrows.</span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="color:#999999;">“All eight of us?” she asked.</span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="color:#999999;">“Yes. All eight, Kat.” I gulped. For once, I was nervous.</span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="color:#999999;">“Alice, call Rosalie.” I ordered. Alice was dialing the number in seconds.</span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="color:#999999;">“Kat, I saw Alexander in the cafeteria today.” I said quietly, my voice barely audible.</span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="color:#999999;">Kat gasped.</span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="color:#999999;">“Wha-What does tha-that prove?” She stuttered.</span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="color:#999999;">Alexander was Neva’s twin brother.</span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="color:#999999;">“He’s spying on me.” My voice was still low.</span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="color:#999999;">“Ems, be careful.” Kat warned.</span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="color:#999999;">“I know.” I muttered.</span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="color:#999999;">“Emma, Rose is here.” Alice murmured.</span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="color:#999999;">“Hi Rosie!” I smiled. I hadn’t called her Rosie in years. </span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="color:#999999;">Behind Rosalie were Bella and Carli.</span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="color:#999999;">“Hi Bells! Hi Carli!” They probably thought I was a lobotomy patient. </span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="color:#999999;">“Hi… Emma.” Rosalie looked confused.</span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="color:#999999;">“Um… Hi Em.” Carli looked really freaked out.</span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="color:#999999;">“Hello, Emma.” Bella said calmly. Bella was always calm.</span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="color:#999999;">Kat had silently slipped out of the house to go get Paige.</span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="color:#999999;">“Rose, call Lily.” Alice ordered seriously.</span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="color:#999999;">“O-ok Alice.” Rosalie stuttered.</span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="color:#999999;">None of us had ever seen Alice so serious. Bubbly, flaky Alice was taking this more seriously than any of us were.</span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="color:#999999;">“Carli, a note to get us excused from class for the next week.” </span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="color:#999999;">“Ok Alice!” Carli wrote a note in her funky handwriting:</span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;text-align:center;margin:0;" align="center"><span style="color:purple;font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">∂єαя нσмєяσσм тєα¢нєя,</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;text-align:center;margin:0;" align="center"><span style="color:purple;font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">¢αяℓι, яσѕαℓιє, вєℓℓα, єммα, αℓι¢є, ℓιℓу, αη∂ ραιgє ωιℓℓ ησт вє ιη ѕ¢нσσℓ ƒσя α ωєєк. ωє αяє тяυℓу ѕσяяу, вυт αη ємєяgєη¢у нαѕ ¢σмє υρ αвяσα∂. ωє&#8217;ℓℓ вє вα¢к ηєχт мση∂αу. ωє нσρє.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;text-align:center;margin:0;" align="center"><span style="color:purple;font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">ѕιη¢єяℓу,</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;text-align:center;margin:0;" align="center"><span style="color:purple;font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">¢αяℓι вяιєηѕ</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“<span style="color:#999999;">You spelled “sincerely” wrong, Carls.” Rose pointed out.</span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="color:#999999;">“Do I look like I care?” Carli’s look was venomous. That happens when Carli gets worried. </span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="color:#999999;">“Stop fighting. Emma and Rose, go pack provisions. Carli, send the note to the school. Bells, forge a few passports please.” Alice was still in her take-charge mood. This was gonna be one hell of a ride.</span></span></span></p>
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		<description><![CDATA[I was on chat today, and I realized that Love Again is NEVER gonna fit the title, i strayed from my original plan xp So I&#8217;m changing the title to&#8230; um&#8230; idk. I&#8217;ll think of one later tonight. TY to everyone whos reading and enjoying my book!<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=secretsaga.wordpress.com&amp;blog=6295994&amp;post=53&amp;subd=secretsaga&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 27 Jan 2009 00:23:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[To my disappointment, my flashback ended. I shuddered. Ankhele had always been cold and cruel, but warm to me when I was good. Neva was her horrid daughter, who was my friend until I became better than her. Good riddance, Neva. “I’m gonna invite Alice over.” Kat grinned. “Fabulous! I love Alice, she’s so great.” [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=secretsaga.wordpress.com&amp;blog=6295994&amp;post=51&amp;subd=secretsaga&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">To my disappointment, my flashback ended. I shuddered. Ankhele had always been cold and cruel, but warm to me when I was good. Neva was her horrid daughter, who was my friend until I became better than her. <em>Good riddance, Neva.</em></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“I’m gonna invite Alice over.”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">Kat grinned. “Fabulous! I love Alice, she’s so great.”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">I dialed Alice’s number.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Alice, I need YOU and your magic visions here NOW.” Alice had visions, she could see what was going on at the current moment in a different place.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Be right there, Ems.” Alice must’ve known it was urgent.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">In five minutes, she was sitting on the big blue beanbag chair in my room. The chair absolutely <em>inhaled </em>her, she was so small.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“What’s wrong?” Alice looked anxious.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Alice… how are the Ankhenaten doing lately?” My eyes were wide.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">Kat quietly came in, and we both watched as Alice, her eyes closed, became incredibly still and rigid, almost lifeless.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">Finally Alice opened her sparkling black eyes.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Ankhele Alexandria Ankhenaten is ruling. Her heir is Neveira Reza Ankhenaten.”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Neva.” Kat breathed. </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“I’m sorry, that’s all I can see.” Alice confessed. </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">Kat pouted.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“That’s OK, Alice. It’s not your fault.” I comforted.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“One more thing, Emma, Neveira Reza seemed to have a desire for the throne.”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">Kat gasped.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">I tried to remain calm. This was bad, very bad. If Neva became the leader of the Ankhenatens, she would order to have me killed! Even if I teamed up with every vamp I knew, we wouldn’t be able to fight the entire clan. </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“We must save Ankhele.” I said calmly.</span></span></p>
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		<description><![CDATA[“Kat!” I yelped, hugging her. “Em!” She hugged me back. Kat had dark brown hair, with lighter brown highlights and tiny hints of red. Nearly as tiny as Alice, Kat was a star soccer player and my favorite sister. A look of worry crossed my face. “Kat, why are you here?” “Just visiting my favorite [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=secretsaga.wordpress.com&amp;blog=6295994&amp;post=47&amp;subd=secretsaga&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Kat!” I yelped, hugging her.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Em!” She hugged me back.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">Kat had dark brown hair, with lighter brown highlights and tiny hints of red. Nearly as tiny as Alice, Kat was a star soccer player and my favorite sister.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">A look of worry crossed my face. “Kat, why are you here?”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Just visiting my favorite little sister!” </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">I sensed there was something more. </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Kat, I’m your only little sister.”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“That’s why you’re my favorite! How’s that girl you found, oh what was her name again?”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Paige?”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Yeah, Paige. How’s she doing?”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“She’s fine. She lives next door.”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Fabulous!”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Come on in, Kat.”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Ok, Ems.”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">Kat bounced in and sat on my light tan couch. </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“What’s new?” I asked.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“The usual.” She made a face. “Very dull.”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“How’s Matt?” Matt was Kat’s boyfriend.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Fine.”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Are you still living in Boston?”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“No, we moved to Phoenix.” </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Mmmm, some sun.”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Yeah, I was tired of rain.”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Yeah.”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“How’s Seattle?”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Rainy.”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">Conversation went by like this for awhile.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">Eventually, Kat said “Have you seen Neva lately?”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">I blushed. “I left them years ago, Kat.”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><em><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">Neva? How did she remember Neva? Why did she ask about Neva? </span></span></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“So, that’s a no?” She laughed.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">I didn’t answer.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Em?”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">I still wasn’t paying attention.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“EMMA?” </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">I had been launched into one of my too-frequent flashbacks.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;"> </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><em><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">I had been staying in Egypt, with the Ankhenaten clan of vampires.</span></span></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><em><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Emma, come here.” A cold voice commanded. Ankhele’s cold voice.</span></span></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><em><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Emma, you’ve been such a good little girl. Such a good little child.”</span></span></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><em><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Yes, Miss Ankhele.” I spoke.</span></span></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><em><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Yes, dearest.”</span></span></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><em><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“The best, Miss?”</span></span></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><em><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“The best, darling.”</span></span></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><em><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“THE BEST? MOTHER, WHY IS SHE THE BEST? I’VE ALWAYS BEEN THE BEST!” Neva’s tan face was streaked with angry tears.</span></span></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><em><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“No, Neva. Now Emma is the best.” Ankhele spoke again.</span></span></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><em><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span> </span>No words could describe the absolutely poisonous look Neva shot me next.</span></span></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><em><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Miss Ankhele, has Egypt fallen to the Ankhenaten yet?” I asked, ignoring Neva.</span></span></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><em><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Almost, dear.”</span></span></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><em><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“HOW DARE YOU IGNORE ME!” Neva again.</span></span></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><em><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Neva, be silent!” Ankhele ordered.</span></span></em></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><em><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Yes, Mother.” </span></span></em></p>
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		<description><![CDATA[“Lils, I’m so done with highschool!” I complained. Lily was used to my complaining. “What’s wrong, Ems?” “I’m tired of being Miss America!” “So am I.” “I’ve been Miss America for over a century!” “Em, calm down. You’re not in this alone, remember.” “Yeah but Lil…” “Emma, go to school.” Her persuasive ability was encouraging [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=secretsaga.wordpress.com&amp;blog=6295994&amp;post=43&amp;subd=secretsaga&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Lils, I’m so done with highschool!” I complained.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">Lily was used to my complaining. “What’s wrong, Ems?”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“I’m tired of being Miss America!” </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“So am I.”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“I’ve been Miss America for over a century!”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Em, calm down. You’re not in this alone, remember.”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Yeah but Lil…”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Emma, go to school.” Her persuasive ability was encouraging me. </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Lily…”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Emma, go to school.”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“O-ok” I stuttered. Darn her persuasive power!</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">I threw on a Hollister shirt, a green one with a pink seagull. It was my favorite shirt, and Carli always encouraged me to wear my favorite shirt when I was depressed. </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">Stupid Lily, I thought as I opened my car door and got in behind the wheel. I glanced at Paige’s house as I passed it. Her big red truck was still in her driveway, cold and alone, waiting for her to drive to school. </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">My shiny cobalt cell phone rang incessantly. Ugh, I thought. </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Emma?” Alice.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Alice?”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Emma, I’m bailing school today. You wanna go hunting?”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“I would, Alice, but Lily persuaded me to go to school.” </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Ok. I’ll call Paige. Has she left yet?”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“No, her truck’s still in her driveway.”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Great! Bye Ems!”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Bye, Alice.”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">I shut my phone and continued driving. Lucky Alice. I made a mental note: Don’t call Lily before school to complain! </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">When I arrived at school, Lily dragged me to my locker. </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Em, you came!” She hugged me, even though she knew full well I would come. </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">I opened my locker and got my books. With supernatural strength, I carried them to my homeroom with ease. The first three periods were a blur. When I got to lunch, I nearly fell out of my seat. </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">Walking through the cafeteria, I spotted a new guy. Normally I wouldn’t care, but I recognized him. From over a century ago.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Why is he here?” I whispered to myself.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Hmm?” Rosalie had heard me.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">I didn’t hear her. “Why?” I whispered again.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“I gotta… um… I gotta go.” I made my escape to the girl’s bathroom.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Why? WHY?” I screamed, safely alone.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Emma? Aren’t you Emma?” A blonde girl with brown eyes came from a stall.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">It was Candace, one of Carli’s human friends.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Hello.” I said, coldly. I didn’t hide the venom in my voice. </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">Candace stared at me oddly, and then left quickly.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Why? Why? Why now? Why here? Why today? Why?” I repeated over and over again.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Em? Emma, are you in here?” Carli’s voice called softly.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“How?” I asked simply.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Candace said she saw you in here.” Of course. </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“What’s your deal, Ems?” Carli sounded concerned.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Nothing.” I uttered. “I’m fine, Carls.”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">Carli looked unsure, but left me alone in the bathroom. </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">As soon as she was gone, I crept out and ran, hopefully not looking abnormal, and took off in my car to my own home.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">“Why?” I asked myself the whole way.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">I had just made it to my bedroom when there was a knock at the door.</p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;">I hesitated. Finally I opened it.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;">“What do you want?” I hissed.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:&quot;"><font size="3"></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-size:12pt;font-family:&quot;">It was my sister, Katerina.</span></p>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 26 Jan 2009 23:01:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I had seven sisters. Yes, seven. Tai-Li, Selena, Katerina, Lydia, Samantha, Holly, and Teresa. All had become vampires at one point or another, and disappeared. Watching my mother sink deeper and deeper into the abyss of despair had broken my heart. So I had run away as well. Five years after I ran away, a [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=secretsaga.wordpress.com&amp;blog=6295994&amp;post=41&amp;subd=secretsaga&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">I had seven sisters. Yes, seven. Tai-Li, Selena, Katerina, Lydia, Samantha, Holly, and Teresa. All had become vampires at one point or another, and disappeared. Watching my mother sink deeper and deeper into the abyss of despair had broken my heart. So I had run away as well. Five years after I ran away, a vampire cornered me. I didn’t remember much, but I remember a strong burning sensation and that I had become a vampire. </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">Paige and I had been friends ever since she became a vampire. I found her lying in a clearing, and I was lonely, so I brought her home. She didn’t remember anything about her human past. She had always wondered who she was, where she came from. </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">Earlier, I said that my friends and I only shared our good looks and our secret. That’s not quite true. We also shared our aching mysteries and desires. Paige is just dying to learn of her past, of her human life. Before her rebirth. Carli wants to find her two sisters, who ran away when she was 16. Lily suspects they’re vamps, but Rose always told us, when Carli is out of the room, that her sisters probably died long ago. Rosalie always searched for her ability, and she wants to shut down the schoolyard rumor that a dead girl, Rosalie, haunts the old, haunted mansion in her old town. Bella always wished to console her burning past. Her past was a hard one. She also desired to know who created her. Lily had no mysteries to herself. But to us, she had many mysteries. She refuses to tell us a thing about her past. Alice was always wary about her desires. She told us, one night, that she wanted to find her little sister, Margaret, who disappeared when Alice was 16, and Margaret was 14.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in;margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">I thought and I thought about what my mystery was, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I thought and thought all night long, and by the time I gave up it was near 6:00 AM. As I got up and slipped into a pair of clean jeans, I sighed. Another day of school approached. Another day of boys staring at me like I was Miss America or whatever. I was so done with highschool! The boys were absolute toads, and the girls were absolute snakes! Every day I walked out of the house, not knowing whether to wear an exterminator’s suit or an Abercrombie shirt! In my distress, I called Lily.</span></span></p>
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		<description><![CDATA[CarliCarli123: Hey wassup girlfrend?           Carli had come onto our private chatroom.           TwilightQueen: Nm, u?           CarliCarli123: Ugh same           DarkLilies: Sup gals?           Lily had arrived.           TwilightQueen: I’ve been thinking.           CarliCarli123: Ugh, not the “My Life Sux” issue again           TwilightQueen: How’d you guess?           DarkLilies: I’ll b at ur house [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=secretsaga.wordpress.com&amp;blog=6295994&amp;post=32&amp;subd=secretsaga&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;">CarliCarli123: Hey wassup girlfrend?</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span>          </span>Carli had come onto our private chatroom.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span>          </span>TwilightQueen: Nm, u?</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span>          </span>CarliCarli123: Ugh same</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span>          </span>DarkLilies: Sup gals?</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span>          </span>Lily had arrived.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span>          </span>TwilightQueen: I’ve been thinking. </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span>          </span>CarliCarli123: Ugh, not the “My Life Sux” issue again </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span>          </span>TwilightQueen: How’d you guess? </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span>          </span>DarkLilies: I’ll b at ur house in FIVE seconds</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span>          </span>CarliCarli123: Ya get Paige 2, I’ll find Bella and Rose</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span>          </span>DarkLilies: I’ll get </span><span style="font-family:&quot;">Alice</span><span style="font-family:&quot;"></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span>          </span>TwilightQueen: kk</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span>          </span>CarliCarli123: b rite there, ems</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span>          </span>DarkLilies: Same</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span>          </span>TwilightQueen: k cya then</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span>          </span>In ten minutes we were all sitting in my room. Alice and Lily had run here.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span>          </span>“Lily, </span><span style="font-family:&quot;">Alice</span><span style="font-family:&quot;">, you really shouldn’t run. Those idiot humans might see you.” Rosalie scolded lightly.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span>          </span>“Sorry Rose!” </span><span style="font-family:&quot;">Alice</span><span style="font-family:&quot;"> chirped. </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span>          </span>“Sorry, Rosalie.” Lily said, pouting.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span>          </span>“So Ems, any update on the trip to Juneau?” Carli piped up.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span>          </span>For years, we’d been planning a trip to </span><span style="font-family:&quot;">Juneau</span><span style="font-family:&quot;"> for hunting. </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span>          </span>“I’m tired of squirrel blood.” Bella sighed.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span>          </span>The rest of the group nodded.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span>          </span>“I heard there are BEARS in </span><span style="font-family:&quot;">Alaska</span><span style="font-family:&quot;">!” Carli licked her lips. Carli always knew the newest vamp gossip, because she got VampTalk, a teen magazine exclusively for vampires.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span>          </span>“Bears?” </span><span style="font-family:&quot;">Alice</span><span style="font-family:&quot;"> gasped.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span>          </span>“Bears.” Carli confirmed. </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span>          </span>“Hey, didn’t we come here to talk about Em’s recent “problem”?” Lily asked, half sarcastic. I groaned.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span>          </span>“Fine, we will.” Bella said seriously. “Who knows, this could be a huge problem.”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span>          </span>“My curfew’s in ten minutes.” Paige said suddenly.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span>          </span>“OMG!” Carli gasped. Mine’s in two!</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span>          </span>“Urgh, mine was five minutes ago.” Lily sighed. </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span>          </span>“I’m starving, I HAVE to go hunting.” Rosalie groaned. </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span>          </span>“Oh no!” </span><span style="font-family:&quot;">Alice</span><span style="font-family:&quot;"> shrieked. “I have to go NOW!”</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span>          </span>“I’m so sorry, Emma, but I gotta go too.” Bella said quietly.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span>          </span>“That’s fine, Bella.” I said, probably a little colder than I meant.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0;"><span style="font-family:&quot;"><span style="font-size:small;"><span>          </span>After all my friends had left, I flopped down on my bed and thought. I’m always thinking. I turned my iPod on as loud as possible. “Circus” by Britney Spears blasted into my room. If my friends were still there, I would’ve gotten up and danced with Carli. I sighed. But when I was alone, I was silent and thoughtful. I thought about my life. I had given up on love three years ago. I didn’t miss it. I was fine without love. I decided to change the subject in my mind. I thought about my past. </span></span></p>
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