<?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-9122640655781509313</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:55:52.313-07:00</updated><category term='Bold words are important and names'/><category term='sry 4 any typos'/><category term='please comment or even follow this blog just reply sth to me thx'/><category term='like the outstanding outshining important words if so comment pls pls pls'/><title type='text'>Girl Confidential</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-privacy-confidential.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9122640655781509313/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-privacy-confidential.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Private &amp;amp; Confidential</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08440400042988041237</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9122640655781509313.post-7298297845070281378</id><published>2009-02-01T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T06:39:20.457-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='please comment or even follow this blog just reply sth to me thx'/><title type='text'>P&amp;C!Chap1-Story1(Post 5)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;        Then,during lunch break,&lt;strong&gt;Yvonne sat with Winnie&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;strong&gt;Yvonne asked Winnie&lt;/strong&gt; what to recommend,even though her mum packed her own lunch for her.&lt;strong&gt;Winnie &lt;/strong&gt;answered,"The lasagna,the burgers,or either the baked rice.They're all safe from any kind of dangers or slime. Very safe and suitable for our tummies." Just as &lt;strong&gt;Winnie&lt;/strong&gt; finished saying,a prep from the preps' table called out,"Yo, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Winnie and Yvonne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,come over here to join us! You can't probably be left out,like- as &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;preps' siblings or good friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,you 2 should really long have been at our table!" &lt;strong&gt;Winnie &lt;/strong&gt;recognised the girl as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Fiona,Christopher's twin sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Then,&lt;strong&gt;Winnie and Yvonne&lt;/strong&gt; exchanged suprised and confused glances.Then, &lt;strong&gt;Winnie and Yvonne&lt;/strong&gt; picked up their lunches and went over to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;prep table among the 2 others where Fiona sat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;        "So,look how lucky we are,fancy having&lt;strong&gt; Max and Andie's&lt;/strong&gt; beloved sister, so as Sandra's sister here with us.&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What an honour&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;strong&gt;Fiona beamed&lt;/strong&gt;. Just then,&lt;strong&gt;Yvonne&lt;/strong&gt; felt a shiver went down her spine. She could not believe what she had just heard. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Someone just knew that I'm Sandra's sister?Won't she just come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;home and give me a slap?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Yvonne &lt;/strong&gt;wondered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yvonne&lt;/strong&gt; gave out a painful groan and a shocked glance at Fiona.Then, Yvonne scanned through the table to see Max,Andie,Cassandra,Phoebe,and... and... and.. &lt;strong&gt;SANDRA!Yvonne&lt;/strong&gt; could not believe her own eyes. Sandra could not have blurted the truth out... Yvonne just knew it... She knew that what she heard must have been a big mistake.Then, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sandra smirked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;," A penny for your thoughts,sister. I have to admit it,they thought you were cool,and I just said out the &lt;strong&gt;'secret' ."&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Sandra&lt;/strong&gt; shot a &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;menancing look&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;Yvonne and Winnie&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Winnie whispered to Yvonne&lt;/strong&gt;,"So,what was that face or look for?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;To be continued next post...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;xoxo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;author of&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Girl Confidential&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Everyone have/must check out the tags no matter what!Because they're very very very important!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9122640655781509313-7298297845070281378?l=girl-privacy-confidential.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-privacy-confidential.blogspot.com/feeds/7298297845070281378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girl-privacy-confidential.blogspot.com/2009/02/p-5.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9122640655781509313/posts/default/7298297845070281378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9122640655781509313/posts/default/7298297845070281378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-privacy-confidential.blogspot.com/2009/02/p-5.html' title='P&amp;C!Chap1-Story1(Post 5)'/><author><name>Private &amp;amp; Confidential</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08440400042988041237</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9122640655781509313.post-5171719021632952026</id><published>2009-02-01T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T04:53:09.226-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='like the outstanding outshining important words if so comment pls pls pls'/><title type='text'>P&amp;C,Chap 1-Story 1(4th post)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;        &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yvonne and Winnie&lt;/strong&gt; chatted happily and walked on until they both saw this crowd surrounding 1 cute boy."Ohmygosh! We're so lucky! Guess who that cute hot guy is! He's an all-time A student,and he's one of the cutest and most popular preps in the school. By the way,he's so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Reed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;," &lt;strong&gt;Winnie&lt;/strong&gt; said. Then,they saw &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Christopher&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Drew&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; both first years' too. They are all cool and popular as their &lt;strong&gt;brothers or sisters&lt;/strong&gt; are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;hotties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in the high school pupils. Then,&lt;strong&gt;Yvonne asked Winnie&lt;/strong&gt; what classes she was in. Luckily for the both of them, they were both in the same classes except for 2nd language and history. They were both very excited being &lt;strong&gt;middle-schooler&lt;/strong&gt;,instead of &lt;strong&gt;elementary school kids&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;___________________________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;        "Good morning,everyone. As you all can see,this is no longer elementary school,where you all can go by happy-go-lucky.I'm going to be your teacher for most of the subjects,and I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Miss Libby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.Now,I shall take your attendance,"&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss Libby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,their teacher announced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;        "&lt;strong&gt;Winnie&lt;/strong&gt;?"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Miss Libby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; asked."Present,"&lt;strong&gt;Winnie&lt;/strong&gt; replied.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ms Libby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; continued until &lt;strong&gt;Yvonne&lt;/strong&gt; was called. "Okay,so last person,&lt;strong&gt;Yvonne&lt;/strong&gt;?"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ms Libby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; demanded."Present,"&lt;strong&gt;Yvonne&lt;/strong&gt; answered,shocked to find out almost everyone else in the class staring at her like she was an idiot,and to know that she was the last register in the class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;To be continued on the next post......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;xoxo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;author of &lt;strong&gt;Girl Confidential&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9122640655781509313-5171719021632952026?l=girl-privacy-confidential.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-privacy-confidential.blogspot.com/feeds/5171719021632952026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girl-privacy-confidential.blogspot.com/2009/02/p-1-story-14th-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9122640655781509313/posts/default/5171719021632952026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9122640655781509313/posts/default/5171719021632952026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-privacy-confidential.blogspot.com/2009/02/p-1-story-14th-post.html' title='P&amp;C,Chap 1-Story 1(4th post)'/><author><name>Private &amp;amp; Confidential</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08440400042988041237</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9122640655781509313.post-3047958027194898401</id><published>2009-02-01T02:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T02:32:56.451-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sry 4 any typos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bold words are important and names'/><title type='text'>Private&amp;Confidential!COntinuation(Chap 1-Story1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Just then, she noticed that&lt;strong&gt; Sandra&lt;/strong&gt; started setting on to the back route to get into school.&lt;strong&gt;Yvonne&lt;/strong&gt; knew that &lt;strong&gt;Sandra &lt;/strong&gt;was trying to avoid from people recognising her walking into school with her '&lt;strong&gt;dorky'&lt;/strong&gt; sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;When she passed through the rows of lockers,something caught &lt;strong&gt;Yvonne's&lt;/strong&gt; eyes. She smelt a familiar smell.She recognised a familiar straight &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;black-haired &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;girl. It was &lt;strong&gt;Winnie! Yvonne &lt;/strong&gt;called out &lt;strong&gt;Winnie's&lt;/strong&gt; name and &lt;strong&gt;Winnie &lt;/strong&gt;turned around. &lt;strong&gt;Winnie &lt;/strong&gt;was also very delighted to see &lt;strong&gt;Yvonne&lt;/strong&gt;."Yo gal!Nice outfit! I so missed your distinctive style of mix-matching,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt;!" Winnie&lt;/strong&gt; yelled in delight. &lt;strong&gt;Yvonne&lt;/strong&gt; replied,"How sad,I'm here because of &lt;strong&gt;Sandra,&lt;/strong&gt;my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;sassy and bossy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sister. I so bet it was your smart results,Winnie. You've been an A* student all-time." "Well,sorry girl,but i have to admit that you're partially wrong!My sister,&lt;strong&gt;Andie&lt;/strong&gt;,and my brother &lt;strong&gt;Max&lt;/strong&gt; are both here.So,eventually,you know it,"&lt;strong&gt;Winnie&lt;/strong&gt; said,"Anyway, let me introduce you around the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;peeps and preps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in here. I know them all,&lt;strong&gt;Max and Andie&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;rocks out in this school,you know!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000099;"&gt;Continued next post......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9122640655781509313-3047958027194898401?l=girl-privacy-confidential.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-privacy-confidential.blogspot.com/feeds/3047958027194898401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girl-privacy-confidential.blogspot.com/2009/02/private-1-story1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9122640655781509313/posts/default/3047958027194898401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9122640655781509313/posts/default/3047958027194898401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-privacy-confidential.blogspot.com/2009/02/private-1-story1.html' title='Private&amp;Confidential!COntinuation(Chap 1-Story1)'/><author><name>Private &amp;amp; Confidential</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08440400042988041237</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9122640655781509313.post-6340348509898232259</id><published>2009-02-01T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T02:18:09.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>P&amp;C! Continuation(Chapter 1)Story1</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;        "Ready, girls?"Mum asked."I betcha', Mum! I so can't wait to meet Phoebe and Cassie again!" Sandra replied. "What about you,Yvonne?" Mum demanded."Sure,"Yvonne replied without enthusiasm."So,what you girls waiting for!? Get your butts in the car!"Mum instructed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;        On the car ride,Yvonne sat lifelessly, looking out at the environment,staring blankly. She did not want to hear her sister's blabbering. All she could think of was which school Winnie and Kacy, her elementary school best friends went. She was admitted to Beverly Hills High,a school comprising of middle school and high school. She really prayed and wished that at least one of them would go there too as she would have someone she knew there,other than Sandra.  All Yvonne could catch up from Sandra's blabbering was,"C'mon,Yew! Like,you better not call me whenever you see me in school,'kay? Like you would so totally destroy my popularity level and my cool image!" Yvonne fought back,"Stop calling me Yew,'Cool Girl!' " "Anyway,your friends are all so dorky,like you! So,they won't care,right?"Sandra reasoned. "Hey,but..."Yvonne screamed."Cut it out,girls!Or else I will stop driving you 2 to school,and I shall live alone,sending you 2 to Dad and Christine," Mum cut in before Yvonne finished. Then,silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;        "Okay,here we are,"Mum finally said. Then,Sandra told Yvonne about not to do this,not to do that. Then when Yvonne walked towards the main gate,obviously awed by the school's beauty and its greatness in size.2 tennis courts,a swimming pool,a soccer field,2 basketball courts,2 canteens......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Continued next post...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9122640655781509313-6340348509898232259?l=girl-privacy-confidential.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-privacy-confidential.blogspot.com/feeds/6340348509898232259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girl-privacy-confidential.blogspot.com/2009/02/p-continuationchapter-1story1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9122640655781509313/posts/default/6340348509898232259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9122640655781509313/posts/default/6340348509898232259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-privacy-confidential.blogspot.com/2009/02/p-continuationchapter-1story1.html' title='P&amp;C! Continuation(Chapter 1)Story1'/><author><name>Private &amp;amp; Confidential</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08440400042988041237</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9122640655781509313.post-4851728702224264809</id><published>2009-01-16T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T22:20:05.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Confidential,Book 1:The Diary Of A 13 Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;                                                                     Chapter 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hey Audrey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;                            Long time no see,gal! So,how's your holiday? Okay,I know,I do owe you an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;apology. So sorry,girl,I really shouldn't have only sent you 1 letter over the holidays,really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;really really sorry! Well,to make up for it,I'd be sending you postcards every now and then, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;filling you in with my winter holidays' adventures! 'Cause I really didn't have time,Audrey! I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;was too busy having fun in Hawaii,China,Thailand,Austria,and all! Get ready to read alot anf &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;alot of fun! Anyway,how do you feel!? I know about staying through the whole holiday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;studying,I really do feel sad and sorry for you. Well,it sure was worth it! We're going to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;official middle school kids tomorrow! Being thirteen sure seems so much fun! I am allowed to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;go shopping and hang out with my friends now! The term,"elementary school kids",totally &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;freak me out! It's as if we're silly childish kids! Now,I should stop. Have fun today,okay? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Promise me that! Happy New Year,Audrey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yvonne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Yvonne! Could you please come down for brunch? We're not going to have dinner tonight!" Mom called. "Yeah,Yew,come down,for goodness sake,like,you've been in your room for so long,like,whatever are you doing?"sneered Sandra,Yvonne's elder sister. Yvonne unwillingly put down the book she was reading and went down for brunch. "Yew,why are you looking so daunted? You totally freak me out! Anyway,tomorrow onwards,if you ever see me in school, please don't call me by my name or talk to me. If anyone of my friends know I am related to you,you are so busted,"Sandra told Yvonne. "Whatever.Anyway,if you are so cool,no matter how 'lame' I am,I will never be able to affect your 'wonderous reputation' and Simon or Christopher would have liked you long ago." Yvonne said,frustrated. Then,her mother asked them to stop that cold war and to just eat their brunch. Yvonne's parents divorced,so Yvonne and Sandra normally go to LA to visit their father,who was a lawyer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;To Be continued on the next post...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9122640655781509313-4851728702224264809?l=girl-privacy-confidential.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girl-privacy-confidential.blogspot.com/feeds/4851728702224264809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://girl-privacy-confidential.blogspot.com/2009/01/girl-confidentialbook-1the-diary-of-13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9122640655781509313/posts/default/4851728702224264809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9122640655781509313/posts/default/4851728702224264809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girl-privacy-confidential.blogspot.com/2009/01/girl-confidentialbook-1the-diary-of-13.html' title='Girl Confidential,Book 1:The Diary Of A 13 Blues'/><author><name>Private &amp;amp; Confidential</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08440400042988041237</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
