<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2069892777031852238</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:14:10.996-05:00</updated><category term='drama school middle high friends let the games begin daisy steph'/><category term='drama school middle high friends let start fresh'/><category term='when things couldnt get worst drama daisy note 7 grade 7th school middle'/><title type='text'>Middle And High School Drama</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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drama daisy note 7 grade 7th school middle'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaFFq68WVrc/SKeRksY0SFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/7VEsX000m4c/s1600-h/part+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235313151418058834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaFFq68WVrc/SKeRksY0SFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/7VEsX000m4c/s400/part+111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Middle School Drama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Part 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"When Things Couldn't Get Worst"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OK Then Days Passed on here Daisy and i weren't talking for a while more like a month siting in science class was different this time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;daisy stepped up to the plate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she wrote a note saying sorry for acting like that and being like this around this person and i &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;knew if i forgive and forget the past i knew it was going to happen again but i rather fight with a friend and deny the truth then tell the truth and lose a good friend tht will help me sooner on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i read the note &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it said sorry ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i dont want to lose as a friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i for give her &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hope nothing like this will ever happen like this again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a month passed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; me and daisy were friends aagain but it wasnt long &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;til somthing caught up to us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;here we go again &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;daisy  Acting like she did last time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but she acting like this whenever they come around but when there gone she normal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you what im not even gonna go through with this like last time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its time for a time out on this crap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i told what she was doing and we shouldnt talk for awhile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;besides my grades were slipping &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hate this &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but when thing happens there no question about it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that the one person u dont want to talk is always goning to be right in front of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Coming Soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Lies And Betrayals"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Part 11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2069892777031852238-3349921522764906155?l=sdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/3349921522764906155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2069892777031852238&amp;postID=3349921522764906155' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2069892777031852238/posts/default/3349921522764906155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2069892777031852238/posts/default/3349921522764906155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdrama.blogspot.com/2008/08/middle-school-drama-part-11-when-things.html' title=''/><author><name>middleschooldrama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11249337029803925941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaFFq68WVrc/SKeRksY0SFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/7VEsX000m4c/s72-c/part+111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2069892777031852238.post-6005924871387100163</id><published>2008-06-24T07:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:03:22.215-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama school middle high friends let the games begin daisy steph'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaFFq68WVrc/SGDZCwKMnHI/AAAAAAAAACA/HnpUZZbF_4o/s1600-h/paty+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215407009805671538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaFFq68WVrc/SGDZCwKMnHI/AAAAAAAAACA/HnpUZZbF_4o/s400/paty+10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Middle School Drama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;part 10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Let The Games Begin"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;OK OK i know it's wrong to get revenge well not so much revenge more like a taste of there own of what they done to me so i know what makes daisy's weak point so anyway what to do what to do maybe what im doing is going to far but im not the type to sit back and let it happened to me sooo.........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;School Started and we normally hang out in front of our first hour which is math but daisy gets there first like always&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ughhhh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;this is going to be very awkward to &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;tick tock tick tock&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;man when is steph getting her&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Steph is my other half ya know well were like Best Friend basically but we really never considered being BFF cause i always hung out with daisy)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;so maybe steph and me can to know each other better&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;so we started talking more and more now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;but somehow daisy was always there&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;so it was extremely awkward so &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;anyways i cracked&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Daisy said "What did i do ?''&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;IM LIKE WHAT ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;she like "she Like well come on i cant stand be mad at you cause we were best friend's&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and now you even cant stand to look at me "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'M LIKE WHATEVER DAISY&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;school ended finally&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;it was Thursday and man i didn't feel good &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i didn't even want to walk that's how bad i felt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;so i didn't go to school today took so pills for my stomach and went back to sleep&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;it was about 4:00 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Daisy Called my cell&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ughhh i dont even want to talk to her &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;didnt answer it &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;RING RING RING &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;UGHHHHHHHH&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;man i ....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;fine i deal with now and worry bout it tomorrow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Daisy "I'm Sorry for whatever i did can u forgive me &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and SO ON AND SO ON"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I Said "ya know what daisy u act all dumb and act like u never done anything&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and you know what you done you just wont admit it to yourself"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Daisy "what cause im hanging out with my old friends again and what you dont want me to talk to them"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me "i Never even said that daisy you keep blowing me off and dont even act like my bff &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;thats ok daisy thats why me and steph are BFF your not any more"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;CLICK (CALL ENDED)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;man i was waiting to get that off my chest &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;so next day man same thing didnt feel good at all&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i felt worst and added side affects&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(trust me you dont want too know)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Weekend past i came to school Monday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;steph comes up to me asking me what happened&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;cause daisy came up to me say &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;congrats your my ex BFF BFF&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;so i explained to her whats been going on and stuff&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;she was like ohhh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;so&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cassie asked whats been going on &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i said why what did daisy tell you &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cassie said nothing &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;she was Extremely upset&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm like "Man i have to explain it again"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;so anyways &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cassie and Steph were the first out of hundred people to ask whats been going on between daisy and i&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;but least steph and i are betss friends now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i thought everything would be fine from here on out&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Part 11&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"When Thing Couldnt Get Worst"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;coming soon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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title=''/><author><name>middleschooldrama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11249337029803925941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaFFq68WVrc/SGDZCwKMnHI/AAAAAAAAACA/HnpUZZbF_4o/s72-c/paty+10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2069892777031852238.post-1584615843972980879</id><published>2008-06-14T00:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:03:22.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaFFq68WVrc/SFNPqLEvtUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ef8ISOP0yVQ/s1600-h/part9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211596779743589698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaFFq68WVrc/SFNPqLEvtUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ef8ISOP0yVQ/s400/part9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Middle School Drama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Part 9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"It Only The First Of The Rest"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When  Daisy and i became friends well best friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we  thought It was gonna be fun and the best time of our life's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well it was for the most part till  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IT &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;happened &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a fight  something no one would of thought would happened to me and daisy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; before i tell what happened and get into detail &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;let me tell you everyone knew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bout it was like wildfire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; OK  lets start the story .....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A month passed and everyone was getting settled in there new classes and new clicks were being made and of course everyone was labeled already &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;our click was probably the most known bout &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and labeled the click that had the most drama in it than any other click in our school well grade anyway we didn't really look for it it just found us over and over again like &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Drama throw up every time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we would thrown up on everyone could smell (Well Knew about)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but enough bout  that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;daisy had these friends in elementary school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that she hasn't talk to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; for the whole 6Th grade year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i didn't even know she was friends with them till like this year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but she started talking again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I'm oh well koolies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know she wont be talking to me like 24/7 now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause she wants to catch up with her old friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so I'm like OK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but like a couple of weeks later she &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ignoring me and acting like a a a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well i cant say it but you know what i mean right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well I'm like OK two can play that game (i know it isn't right but  you start playing a game like that with me  I'm gonna play right back and I'm gonna make sure I'm gonna your little game)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so what is her weak point emotional it  will make her crumble&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so the only way to get back is to end our Best friend relationship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by becoming my closest friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is gonna work for sure.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;part 10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Let The Games Begin"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; coming soon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2069892777031852238-1584615843972980879?l=sdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/1584615843972980879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2069892777031852238.post-7663477442152335862</id><published>2008-06-10T01:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:03:22.545-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaFFq68WVrc/SE4PbkwFN2I/AAAAAAAAABw/iEHu8-z0j_o/s1600-h/part8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210118785310472034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaFFq68WVrc/SE4PbkwFN2I/AAAAAAAAABw/iEHu8-z0j_o/s400/part8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Middle School Drama &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Part 8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;''New Year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;New Friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;New Problems''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ummm Last Was Fine 6Th grade was a breeze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everyone was friends it was easy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the school play was awesome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Think These Year Will be Fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-That's when i was wrong.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It Wasn't Going to be like last year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your gonna see What I'm Talking Bout............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyone was here from last year well sorta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;couple of our friends are gone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They Went to a New School&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like Angie,Zach,Rachael,Merissa,Abby,(Our Little Football player)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jenna (I Missed Her the Most if i could I'll runway to Florida if i can)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But Most of Our Friends  That We Will Remember the Most &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LIke...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daisy,Steph,Zeda,Jakcie,Iris,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MARTI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yup my AWESOMEIST FRIEND From my Elemtry School&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe this wont be that bad of a year as i thought it would &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But Right There That When I Was Wrong.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Best Friends Sounds Like Fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can tell them anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You Have The Most Fun With Them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When me and Daisy Became Best Friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Thought It Was Awesome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause were always Laughing during Class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we Have The Greatest times ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First Day Crazy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Going every which way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you Dont which classs you have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;really they have all our classes mixed up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but that not important&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A Couple Weeks Passed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thats When It Happened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Fight Between Best Friends Began&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When You Dont Know Who Is Your Friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dont Know Who To Trust &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dont Know Weither To Believe Rumors or See It  Or Hear It Yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don Know If You Should Let Old Lovers become your Flame in heart again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything Seemed fine as Long &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as i didnt have a drama to deal with this year im fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Until My Best Friend relationship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In The Hot Seat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; This Is When Everyone Knew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was The Big News Around The School&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; IT GOT WORST THAN DAISY OR ME CAN HANDLE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Part 9 coming soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;''Its Only The First Of The Rest''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2069892777031852238-7663477442152335862?l=sdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/7663477442152335862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2069892777031852238&amp;postID=7663477442152335862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2069892777031852238/posts/default/7663477442152335862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2069892777031852238/posts/default/7663477442152335862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdrama.blogspot.com/2008/06/middle-school-drama-part-8-new-year-new.html' title=''/><author><name>middleschooldrama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11249337029803925941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaFFq68WVrc/SE4PbkwFN2I/AAAAAAAAABw/iEHu8-z0j_o/s72-c/part8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2069892777031852238.post-1421905938037971061</id><published>2008-06-04T10:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:03:22.692-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaFFq68WVrc/SE3uaDeT6GI/AAAAAAAAABo/TbQEzuLdVAI/s1600-h/part7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210082475313981538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaFFq68WVrc/SE3uaDeT6GI/AAAAAAAAABo/TbQEzuLdVAI/s400/part7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Middle School Drama &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Part 7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Final Goodbye For Now''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Although The Year was ending and so much was going to change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing really seemed to bother me at all..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everyone Was going to be Here Next year for 7Th Grade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our School Play Went Really Well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It Was The Most to Do and Alot of memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To Laugh About and to Share&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Meet Alot Cool,Funny,Weird, And&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The People I Well Remember The Most&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Steph Was The Coolest one Even though We Didn't get off on the right foot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sam was Cool and Just Plain Awesome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And There Were Other People to But&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(They Didn't Give me permission to Mention Them Yet)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But Everything Was Fine Between Me and Jenna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But Not So Much Merissa and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I'm Not Gonna Let Her Get in the way of the Great Thing that Happened This year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well Time To End The Year &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With Our Final Goodbyes For Now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WAIT &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jenna Moving To Florida The One Person That I Loved and Hung Out With The Most&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This Is Where One Chapter Ends In Our Life and Another Starts......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;......Until Next Year .......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2069892777031852238-1421905938037971061?l=sdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/1421905938037971061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2069892777031852238&amp;postID=1421905938037971061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2069892777031852238/posts/default/1421905938037971061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2069892777031852238/posts/default/1421905938037971061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdrama.blogspot.com/2008/06/middle-school-drama-part-7-final.html' title=''/><author><name>middleschooldrama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11249337029803925941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaFFq68WVrc/SE3uaDeT6GI/AAAAAAAAABo/TbQEzuLdVAI/s72-c/part7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2069892777031852238.post-4738847213774582767</id><published>2008-06-02T18:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:03:22.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaFFq68WVrc/SERy3pAyOaI/AAAAAAAAABg/1sVLKKaKXJU/s1600-h/Part6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207413369374652834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaFFq68WVrc/SERy3pAyOaI/AAAAAAAAABg/1sVLKKaKXJU/s400/Part6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Middle School Drama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Part 6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"She Still Needs Fake Love"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You Know About Merissa Her Using for Some other guy the don't even like her which i don't think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she even gets it through her head but something wasn't right....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its been awhile since drama happened ya' know it just Normal  for me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Things could never be quiet for it was always something going on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;either she was doing that or he caught for doing this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;something like that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I Heard That Merissa Wants to go back out with you"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;did i hear wrong or something did work in her plan &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ya'know maybe i should go back out with her &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe it wont be that bad but it ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll just give it a try &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maybe she thought something different   now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but that's when i was WRONG WRONG WRONG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ughhhhhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Try to be a nice guy but i got  screwed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i gave her a second chance &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i let her have my heart &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but in the end &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they will never change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Again IM SOO STupid For  her Letting Have another Chance &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Well The end Of The year  is coming &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 More Days.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Part 7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Final Goodbye For Now..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;coming Soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2069892777031852238-4738847213774582767?l=sdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/4738847213774582767/comments/default' title='Post 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaFFq68WVrc/SERy3pAyOaI/AAAAAAAAABg/1sVLKKaKXJU/s72-c/Part6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2069892777031852238.post-6194172041228290025</id><published>2008-05-10T18:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:03:23.164-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaFFq68WVrc/SCYgdK3u6lI/AAAAAAAAABY/xjKEB1SBV_U/s1600-h/Part5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198878505352227410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaFFq68WVrc/SCYgdK3u6lI/AAAAAAAAABY/xjKEB1SBV_U/s400/Part5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Middle school Drama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Part 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I'm Not the Only One ?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Did you  how Merissa only using you to much someone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;else jealous" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i seemed like everyone knew this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because that's where i heard it from everyone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it seemed like everyone knew except me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forget it I'm gonna confront Merissa About this and see if it's true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I saw her i told is this true she said no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i really didn't believe her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A DAY PASSED&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I heard the same thing again &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it was like Throw up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from everyone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like the more i didn't pay any attention to it the more throw up i would get on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i had to clean this mess up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;u know what I'm not even gonna deal with this I'll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just break up with her or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;something like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OK i confronted her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she said nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it was just like that nothing more or less&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i did find out however who she was trying YES TRYING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to get jealous and u know they still don't like her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wait wait wait they don't Ohhhhhhh snaps.............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Part 6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"She still needs The Fake love"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Coming soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2069892777031852238-6194172041228290025?l=sdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/6194172041228290025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2069892777031852238&amp;postID=6194172041228290025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2069892777031852238/posts/default/6194172041228290025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2069892777031852238/posts/default/6194172041228290025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdrama.blogspot.com/2008/05/middle-school-drama-part-5-im-not-only.html' title=''/><author><name>middleschooldrama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11249337029803925941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaFFq68WVrc/SCYgdK3u6lI/AAAAAAAAABY/xjKEB1SBV_U/s72-c/Part5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2069892777031852238.post-3849192373943414551</id><published>2008-05-03T19:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:03:23.414-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaFFq68WVrc/SBzzM9HS2MI/AAAAAAAAABQ/zIFci-HURyU/s1600-h/Part+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196295473967847618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaFFq68WVrc/SBzzM9HS2MI/AAAAAAAAABQ/zIFci-HURyU/s400/Part+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Middle school drama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Part 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Take a Chance With Her"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someone Likes Me ???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Already Right after i Broke up with My Girlfriend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alrighty then&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll just have to see who this mystery person is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ummmm..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Looking Around*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For a Girl Named&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ughhhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OK This is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll Jenna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;someone who knows who this is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She has Glasses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hangs with Jenna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her Name Is.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Something Begining with The letter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Merissa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think i know her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OK  lunch came around &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aha i found her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she kinda of cute &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll guess I'll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;give it a try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sat with Jenna and Merissa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Merissa gave me a note&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She Told me not to read after lunch i said OK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I read next hour It Said....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Hey wuts up me nothing much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just writing you Just wanted to know if u like me,Because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really Like you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;W/B Plz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                   From Merissa"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wow she must really LIKE me if u she told me tht right away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I saw in the hallway i told her i LIKED her alot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We Started a Whole New Meaning to Cheating,Lieing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tough Love  really ment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So Let The Beat Drop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Part 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Im Not the Only One?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Coming soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2069892777031852238-3849192373943414551?l=sdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OaFFq68WVrc/SBzzM9HS2MI/AAAAAAAAABQ/zIFci-HURyU/s72-c/Part+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2069892777031852238.post-6185889980526379892</id><published>2008-05-03T01:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:03:23.482-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaFFq68WVrc/SBwB8tHS2LI/AAAAAAAAABI/LtWwC9k0t7w/s1600-h/PArt3+FHOO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196030212492679346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OaFFq68WVrc/SBwB8tHS2LI/AAAAAAAAABI/LtWwC9k0t7w/s400/PArt3+FHOO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   Middle School Drama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Part 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"From Here On Out'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OK OK After Yesterday Hearing that Was alot for me to handle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I Still Have Dakota&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uggh That's Right I Was suppose to brake up With Her But&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just forget It Now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Don't want to be Lonely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So Lunch came I saw Jenna &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OH &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That Feeling Again But &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this time its was different &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;IF&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like My Mouth Filled with Cotton &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Tummy Filled with slime &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ugh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just Wont talk to her for awhile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just Keep Walking Just Keep walking &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Hey Andrew"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jenna Said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ugghhhh Fudge why right now why right here &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just keep walking &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pretend like she's not there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I Cant Do it I just Cant as much as i want she always Gonna be There"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in my mind i said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll just sit wit my girlfriend and and that will be that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;School ended &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i went to my locker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jenna came up to me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"are you mad at me or something"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I said"No"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But in my mind i wanted to say sorta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but just play it kool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she gave me a hug and left&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my girlfriend came up to me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With this pissed off face Saying"I dont like her at all and i dont want &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you giving girls hugs Anymore"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I said "What?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She said "Yeah cause i dont want any other girls hugin you but me"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I said "Its Over If I cant hug my Best friend Since 3rd grade Its Not gonna happen"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wasnt gonna let it get in the way of my friendship with her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways the day ended&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I found Something Out Should i take this Chance........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Part 2 to this story will be up shortly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take a chance with Her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;part 2 to "from here on out"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2069892777031852238-6185889980526379892?l=sdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/6185889980526379892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2069892777031852238.post-3282585497931481358</id><published>2008-04-27T15:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T09:03:23.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaFFq68WVrc/SBTOedHS2JI/AAAAAAAAAA4/vZBEcfgXaHI/s1600-h/Part+2+Chap+Pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194003292871645330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OaFFq68WVrc/SBTOedHS2JI/AAAAAAAAAA4/vZBEcfgXaHI/s400/Part+2+Chap+Pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Middle School Drama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Part 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Love And Friends"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OK A New Day a A fresh Start For the Rest of 175 days of so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but it should fly by cause its someone thing new someone to....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know what just screw it I'm gonna get through this day like nothing just wait and see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First Way a bore just talking bout rules that what the second day always seems like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but 4Th hour was kinda of weird cause their was this girl DAKOTA had a huge crush something that was surprisingly it was only the second day and i had a girl crushing me already wow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but the bad part was i liked my friend Jenna which i liked for well......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since 3rd grade actually&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i didn't want her to think i didn't like her or something other than that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but were gonna give it a week or so &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;see how it goes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Two Weeks Passed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and Dakota were going  out but thing was i really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; like her at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Love Jenna More than Anything But I Didn't want to rush Anything At All&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hopefully this Works Out Between Me and Dakota&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A Week Passed one day before i was going to break up with Dakota&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I found out Jenna was going out with someone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It Felt Like A Train Ran Right through Tummy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Heart Been Drowned in a Lake Filled with Hungry Fish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Ears Numb From Hear That&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Brain Blank From The Taught Of it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Never taught It Would Hurt me so  Bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess When U Love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ur&lt;/span&gt; friend from 3rd grade it Would Hurt the Most&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Only Thing Now is to Go On From Here But What About tomorrow &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What Then ,What Do I Say,What Do I Do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Rest Is Still Unwritten.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Part 3 From Here On Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Coming soon .....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2069892777031852238-3282585497931481358?l=sdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/3282585497931481358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2069892777031852238&amp;postID=3282585497931481358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2069892777031852238/posts/default/3282585497931481358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2069892777031852238/posts/default/3282585497931481358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdrama.blogspot.com/2008/04/middle-school-drama-part-2-love-and.html' title=''/><author><name>middleschooldrama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11249337029803925941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaFFq68WVrc/SBTJMNHS2II/AAAAAAAAAAw/yaGo5KcGmdI/s400/Intro+Pic+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Middle School Drama™&lt;br /&gt;Part 1&lt;br /&gt;-6th grade lets Start fresh-&lt;br /&gt;After elemtry School finished it wasnt that bad i knew most of my friends were still gonna be around or im still going to have some sort of contact with them right ? Im mean we still have are clicks and best friends from 5th grade so there is nothing to worry about just that were the cream of the crop in a can of corn. So first day of 6th grade so exciting and fun something new to me and i mean its a big school and the great thing is that I GET TO SEE MY OLD FRIENDS !! So Happy to see JennaAnd Marci my old buddies so glad we sat through a speech about what 6th grade was going to be like and how to deal with it and that was over and we had to spilt up again after we just got to meet up and have reuion man this sucks really bad but i wasnt alone i my friend justin which wasnt so bad but we really didnt talk as much but who cares although I was divided from my buddies i still had lunch with them.Let's My Schedule 1st Hour L.A. 2nd History 3rd Luch yeaha 4th hour Science 5th Special 6th hour Reading 7th Choir 8th MAth ughhh hate that subject.Something new choir uhh wonder what thats like Ummmm something new something new .....Choir Finallly came and Teacher pretty cool and ppl like Daisy was the coolest girl ever little mix of punk and weirdness which is the best of her there isnt a moment where im not laughing we knew that we were gonna be bff for the year.Zac Was kool and awsome dude to hang with Angie Awsome Chick and Andrea was like the first person i met and talk to in all my periods she weird too but in a good way and im always laughing.Day Passed and i get to start fresh the next day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;......The Rest Is Still Unwritten....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Part 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-Love and Friend's-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Coming soon....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2069892777031852238-7865872179280755142?l=sdrama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sdrama.blogspot.com/feeds/7865872179280755142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2069892777031852238&amp;postID=7865872179280755142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2069892777031852238/posts/default/7865872179280755142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2069892777031852238/posts/default/7865872179280755142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sdrama.blogspot.com/2008/04/middle-school-drama-part-1-6th-grade.html' title=''/><author><name>middleschooldrama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11249337029803925941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OaFFq68WVrc/SBTJMNHS2II/AAAAAAAAAAw/yaGo5KcGmdI/s72-c/Intro+Pic+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
