﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>koolaide2826's Xanga</title><link>http://koolaide2826.xanga.com/</link><description>Latest Xanga weblog from koolaide2826</description><language>en-us</language><ttl>60</ttl><image><title>The Weblog Community</title><url>http://s.xanga.com/images/xangalogobutton.gif</url><link>http://koolaide2826.xanga.com/</link></image><item><title>Saturday, January 22, 2005</title><link>http://koolaide2826.xanga.com/191355646/item/</link><guid>http://koolaide2826.xanga.com/191355646/item/</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Jan 2005 03:15:56 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;fridayyyy&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;tomorrow is pretty much my last day to live... considering that report cards should be coming... my parents found out about my F in english and made me switch out of ms roots class ((YAYYYYY)). so monday i guess i'll be in a new english class. BUT that doesnt mean im not in trouble for my F. yea im expecting to get grounded for about a week...so no going anywhere, no computer,..but theyre not gonna take away my fone. at least i hope theyre not. hmm? OH i got limewire back finally. &lt;IMG height=15 src="http://www.xanga.com/Images/laughing.gif" width=15&gt;&amp;nbsp;hehehe &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;oO kOoLaiDe Oo: hey gina...how many LSD addicts does it take to screw in a lightbulb??&lt;BR&gt;xChevyGurl59x: iono&lt;BR&gt;xChevyGurl59x: wuts lsd?&lt;BR&gt;oO kOoLaiDe Oo: its a drug.&lt;BR&gt;xChevyGurl59x: oh&lt;BR&gt;xChevyGurl59x: iono how many&lt;BR&gt;oO kOoLaiDe Oo: iono...u hold the rainbow while i fill the bathtub with *MAGICAL DUST*&lt;BR&gt;xChevyGurl59x: WTF!&lt;BR&gt;xChevyGurl59x: LMAO&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;hahaha ok im out &amp;lt;3333&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://koolaide2826.xanga.com/191355646/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Friday, January 07, 2005</title><link>http://koolaide2826.xanga.com/183357604/item/</link><guid>http://koolaide2826.xanga.com/183357604/item/</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Jan 2005 02:20:29 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;&lt;U&gt;9&amp;nbsp;ways to win my heart:&lt;/U&gt;&lt;BR&gt;9.&amp;nbsp;have good taste in music&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;8. dont be stupid&lt;BR&gt;7. don't treat me different in front of other people&lt;BR&gt;6.&amp;nbsp;be funny&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;5.&amp;nbsp;be nice to my friends&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;4.&amp;nbsp;be hot...real hot.&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;3. like me how I am&lt;BR&gt;2. have dark hair&lt;BR&gt;1. dont be white.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;U&gt;8&amp;nbsp;things I touch everyday:&lt;/U&gt;&lt;BR&gt;8. cd player/radio&lt;BR&gt;7.&amp;nbsp;lipgloss&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;6. my hair&lt;BR&gt;5. my face&lt;BR&gt;4.&amp;nbsp;phone &lt;BR&gt;3.&amp;nbsp;remote for tv&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;2. my bed&lt;BR&gt;1. food&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;U&gt;7&amp;nbsp;things that annoy me:&lt;/U&gt;&lt;BR&gt;7. stupid people&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;6.&amp;nbsp;when my parents dont&amp;nbsp;let me do what i want&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;5. school&lt;BR&gt;4.&amp;nbsp;when ppl talk shit&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;3.&amp;nbsp;little brothers&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;my shyness&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;1.&amp;nbsp;mother-daughter talks&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;U&gt;6&amp;nbsp;things I love:&lt;/U&gt;&lt;BR&gt;6.&amp;nbsp;music &lt;BR&gt;5.&amp;nbsp;my friends&amp;nbsp; &lt;BR&gt;4. sleeping&lt;BR&gt;3.&amp;nbsp;inside jokes&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;laguna beach&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;1.&amp;nbsp;usher &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;U&gt;5 things I'm afraid of:&lt;/U&gt;&lt;BR&gt;5.&amp;nbsp;the dark&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;4.&amp;nbsp;ppl not liking me&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;3.&amp;nbsp;death &lt;BR&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;being alone&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;1.&amp;nbsp;earthquakes&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;U&gt;4&amp;nbsp;of my favorite things:&lt;/U&gt;&lt;BR&gt;4. my&amp;nbsp;cd's &lt;BR&gt;3.&amp;nbsp;singing&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;usher &lt;BR&gt;1.&amp;nbsp;laughing &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;U&gt;3&amp;nbsp;things I do everyday:&lt;/U&gt;&lt;BR&gt;3. sleep&lt;BR&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;listen to music&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;1.&amp;nbsp;breathe &lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;U&gt;2&amp;nbsp;things I want to do right now:&lt;/U&gt;&lt;BR&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;sing &lt;BR&gt;1.&amp;nbsp;download like a million songs&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&lt;U&gt;1&amp;nbsp;person I want to see right now:&lt;/U&gt;&lt;BR&gt;1. anybody&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://koolaide2826.xanga.com/183357604/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Monday, January 03, 2005</title><link>http://koolaide2826.xanga.com/181263781/item/</link><guid>http://koolaide2826.xanga.com/181263781/item/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 03 Jan 2005 02:10:23 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;school tomorrow is gonna SUCK.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;...but im kinda excited to see some ppl...=]&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://koolaide2826.xanga.com/181263781/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Friday, December 31, 2004</title><link>http://koolaide2826.xanga.com/179757436/item/</link><guid>http://koolaide2826.xanga.com/179757436/item/</guid><pubDate>Fri, 31 Dec 2004 04:52:59 GMT</pubDate><description>how am i doin, since u did what u done to me?// i cant lie, i sometimes cry when i think of how it used to be// i keep my friends with me, i stay busy, and i dont get much sleep// baby thats how im doin, since u did what u d-d-done to me &amp;lt;3</description><comments>http://koolaide2826.xanga.com/179757436/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Monday, December 27, 2004</title><link>http://koolaide2826.xanga.com/177726250/item/</link><guid>http://koolaide2826.xanga.com/177726250/item/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Dec 2004 04:23:13 GMT</pubDate><description>Joo LieBoo Lie05: allaadin&lt;BR&gt;oO kOoLaiDe Oo: totally&lt;BR&gt;Joo LieBoo Lie05: i just wanna DOOO him&lt;BR&gt;oO kOoLaiDe Oo: for real!!&lt;BR&gt;oO kOoLaiDe Oo: lauren and norah like eric better&lt;BR&gt;oO kOoLaiDe Oo: ((wtf!?))&lt;BR&gt;Joo LieBoo Lie05: aww mannn&lt;BR&gt;Joo LieBoo Lie05: he has a HELLA nice body and is TAN&lt;BR&gt;oO kOoLaiDe Oo: i kno! ((and he wears that vest thing with no shirt underneath haha)) i mean come on...how can u chose eric over aladdin? aladdin...he has a monkey AND a genie AND a magic carpet&lt;BR&gt;Joo LieBoo Lie05: i noe!&lt;BR&gt;Joo LieBoo Lie05: eric is a puss!&lt;BR&gt;Joo LieBoo Lie05: and likes mermaids...wtf?!&lt;BR&gt;Joo LieBoo Lie05: at least aladdin can get himself a REAL princess&lt;BR&gt;oO kOoLaiDe Oo: ohhh sheitttt!&lt;BR&gt;Joo LieBoo Lie05: and doesnt need a girl without feet&lt;BR&gt;oO kOoLaiDe Oo: u got him that time!&lt;BR&gt;Joo LieBoo Lie05: ahahah&lt;BR&gt;oO kOoLaiDe Oo: i kno&lt;BR&gt;oO kOoLaiDe Oo: in PE lol...me and stefanie and patricia were talking&lt;BR&gt;oO kOoLaiDe Oo: and i was like "ok...who would u rather have sex with..."&lt;BR&gt;oO kOoLaiDe Oo: "jeffar (from aladdin) or king tritan (from lil mermaid)"&lt;BR&gt;oO kOoLaiDe Oo: and patricia said king tritan&lt;BR&gt;oO kOoLaiDe Oo: WTF&lt;BR&gt;oO kOoLaiDe Oo: how are u supposed to have sex with him?&lt;BR&gt;oO kOoLaiDe Oo: he doesnt even have legs&lt;BR&gt;Joo LieBoo Lie05: LMAO&lt;BR&gt;Joo LieBoo Lie05: hahha&lt;BR&gt;Joo LieBoo Lie05: i would chose PO from the teletubbies before that guy with no legs&lt;BR&gt;oO kOoLaiDe Oo: LMFAO</description><comments>http://koolaide2826.xanga.com/177726250/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Wednesday, December 22, 2004</title><link>http://koolaide2826.xanga.com/175616223/item/</link><guid>http://koolaide2826.xanga.com/175616223/item/</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Dec 2004 22:16:46 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-INDENT: 0.5in"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Once upon a time, there was a little four year old girl named Janelle. She was a very lonely girl who never wanted to make friends. She had her parents and felt she would never need anyone else. Her parents loved her to death and would do anything for her. On her first day of preschool, her mom and dad took her. She avoided everybody. This little boy named Chris came up to her and said, “Hi! What’s your name?” Janelle just ran away from him. “Why didn’t you say anything hunny?” said Mrs. Vega. “I don’t know him…why should I talk to him?” She doesn’t know it yet but Chris fell in love with her as soon as he saw her. The teacher called everyone to the center of the room. “Janelle, come over here and sit next to Chris. Don’t be scared.” Janelle sat by Chris shyly and never dared to look at him. Chris felt really bad about that and tried to talk to Janelle but she just ignored him. Pretty soon school was over and Janelle left with her parents. Chris watched her go away. “How do you like your school? The kids seem really friendly.” said Mr. Vega “I hate it, I want to leave.” Soon they all got home. Janelle just sat on her bed and was talking to herself. “Why did that little boy come up to me? Why didn’t I talk to him? He seems really friendly…o well…” &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;At about &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:time Hour="18" Minute="0"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;6:00&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; Mr. and Mrs. Vega went out and left a babysitter with Janelle. Mr. and Mrs. Vega went out on a date. Janelle went to sleep at 8 because she got tired of waiting for her parents and she had school the next day. It started raining outside…then it got worse. There was a thunderstorm and a blackout. On the way home…Mr. and Mrs. Vega parents got into an accident. At about &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;st1:time Hour="0" Minute="0"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;midnight&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; Janelle woke up to her babysitter crying…”What happened? Where are mommy and daddy?” “Janelle…it’s okay alright? We have to go to the hospital…everything will be okay.” The roads were very slippery and Mr. Vega was speeding. He went to fast and lost control of the car...the car spun and another car hit them. Both were immediately rushed to the emergency room. On the way to the hospital, Janelle passed the site of the accident. “Hey! That looks like mommy’s and daddy’s car…o well.”&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;When they got to the hospital they went to the emergency room. Janelle saw her mom and dad…and said crying in tears, “Daddy!? Mommy!? Why aren’t you talking?” The doctor said, “I’ll tell you what will happen in a few minutes.” Janelle and her babysitter waited anxiously for the doctor. Dr. Hernandez came out…”I’m sorry…they’re gone. There’s nothing we can do.” Janelle didn’t understand what happened…but she asked her babysitter. “They’re gone Janelle…I’m sorry. It’s alright baby, everything will be alright.” Janelle just tried to understand this whole thing. She couldn’t…all she could do is cry. They left the hospital and got home. &lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;Janelle ran to her room and just started praying. “God, why did you have to take daddy and mommy away from me? I know they’re up there with you right now…can I just see them once more? I miss them both and I love them. Sometimes I felt like they never loved me, but deep inside I knew they would always cared. Now I understand how much they mean to me but it’s too late. I’m sorry for all the trouble I caused you mommy and daddy. I don’t understand this…all I know is that you’re gone. I love you…REST IN PEACE.” Her babysitter was watching her and starting saying…why God why? &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;10 years later…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Now Janelle is currently 14 years old and she’s starting grade 9. It’s her first day of school today and the anniversary of her parent’s death is coming up. She’s living with a foster family. “Hey Janelle! Long time no talk. How was your summer?” said her best friend Jasmine. “Oh my summer was okay. But can you believe it has been 10 years since that accident? I remember that so clearly…I have to go to the cemetery in about 2 weeks.” Both rushed inside because they heard the bell ring. “Janelle and Jasmine you’re late! I don’t accept tardiness in my class.” said Mr. Robinson, their science teacher. “Hello, is this the science class for grade 9?” said a new student. “Yes it is and take a seat” While Mr. Robinson was teaching Janelle and the new student, Chris, were looking at each other. They were thinking…haven’t I seen him/her before? The class was over and Chris went up to Janelle. “Hey haven’t I seen you before? You sure look familiar…did you go to one of my old schools? I know your name is Janelle and the only Janelle I know was from preschool and you couldn’t possibly be her…nor could you? What’s your last name?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;“My last name is Vega…Janelle Vega…do I know you?” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/SPAN&gt;“Oh my goodness…your Janelle!! I can’t believe it; I thought I would never see you again. Do you remember me?” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;“I think so, from preschool right? I always ignored you, I was so shy sorry.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;They both decided to meet up at lunch later. Chris was thinking to himself…I can’t believe it…the first love of my life right in front of me. But thing is, I already have a girlfriend…what do I do? Now Janelle was thinking…Chris isn’t he that little boy from preschool that used to always try to talk to me but I would never listen to? I can’t believe it…but no matter it’s not like I like him. Janelle and Chris went to their classes then it was lunch. They met up with each other.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Chris started the conversation, “Wow I haven’t seen you in so long and you look so different. I’m surprised I even recognized you. So how you been lately?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;“I’ve been doing good thanks.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Chris was thinking, she’s still like her old self…quiet. So they talked for the whole lunch period and went back to class. They had the last 3 classes together, Math, Social Studies, and Spanish. Like before when school was over, Chris watched Janelle walk away. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;EM&gt;2 weeks later…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;Janelle went to the cemetery because it’s the ten year anniversary of her parents’ death. Before she went to the cemetery, she went back to the site of the accident. Soon she began to talk to herself. “I haven’t been here in about 10 years and I’m crying. My mom and dad meant so much to me. I’m growing up and I don’t even have a family.” She broke down in tears…then started praying to god like 10 years ago. “God…it’s been 10 years and they haven’t been all that easy. How are my mom and dad doing? Exactly 10 years ago…their life was taken away in a tragic accident. I couldn’t even say goodbye to them and here I am about to visit them…take care of them.” After she was done there she went to the cemetery. She got there and saw their graves…then she took out a picture of all three of them before that accident happened. She put it in the middle of their graves. “Look mommy, look daddy…we were a family. So what are we now? I’ve missed you. I’m 14 now, I’ve grown a lot. I bet you don’t even recognize me do you? You know…there was never a day or a night where I didn’t think about you. I wish you were here. I hate it when the other kids say I hate my mom, or I hate my dad. I mean at least they have one. They don’t even know how it feels growing up and not having somebody there who cares…it’s painful. Mom…dad…why did you have the go out that night? Why did any of this need to happen? I don’t know what else to say. REST IN PEACE MOM AND DAD. I love you.” Janelle put flowers on both their graves and left crying.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;“Hey Janelle, I heard about the ten year anniversary thing. Well, you know I’m always here for you so if you want to talk or something just go to me,” said Chris. Apparently, Chris fell in love with Janelle again so he broke up with his girlfriend. “Thanks Chris, I know I can always count on you.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;“Hey Janelle?” said Chris&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;“Yeah?” answered Janelle&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;“I really like you and everything, well I always have…will you go out with me?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;“………………………sure……………………….”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;“Thanks Janelle…I’ll pick you up at 8 tonight and we’ll catch a movie.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;“Alright, thanks.” As it turns out, Janelle just went out with Chris because she felt bad for him. Chris is deeply in love with her though. At &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;st1:time Hour="8" Minute="0"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;8 o’clock&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;, Chris went to Janelle’s house to pick her up. They caught a movie and Century and afterwards they sat down on a rock at the beach together. They started talking…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;“Janelle…I love you. I always have…the first I saw you…you took my heart away. I know we are young and everything but I love you. Don’t you understand? I don’t know what else to say,” said Chris nervously...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Right there Janelle realized that she actually did love him but she didn’t say I love you too. “Thanks for the great night Chris but I got to go now.” Right before she left, Janelle gave him a kiss on the lips. That was Chris’s first kiss so he felt something really special. Janelle went home and started writing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;EM&gt;This night was absolutely amazing…September 5 is truly a day to remember. Chris told me he loves me and he always has. I really like him too…well no I love him. If I really do why can’t I just say it? Three words…I love you. It’s easy to say when you don’t mean it…but when you do…it’s so difficult. I have to tell him I do love him. He so amazing…I can’t believe he loves me. If we were over…it would break my heart. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Script MT Bold'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;EM&gt;-Janelle&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;The next day at school, Chris treated Janelle like an angel. She was everything to him and Janelle felt the same way. “Chris, last night I had the best time. It was all thanks to you,” said Janelle happily.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;“Thanks for coming…do you wanna go out again? But maybe to a different place?” said Chris&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;“Yeah sure whatever I’m down. But where to go? Just hang out with me at the park and stuff so we can talk,” Janelle said&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;“Ok sounds like a plan…meet me at the &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;North Park&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; at 12 ok? I’ll be there I promise,”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;“Sure sounds like a plan.” The people in the school started talking. Some people said that Janelle didn’t love Chris. Others said that Chris was cheating on Janelle. Janelle and Chris didn’t believe them. Janelle told Chris “Forget the haters trying to break us apart, because if you believed in them how could we ever start?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;“Yeah that’s true…ok Janelle.” On Saturday, it was raining and Janelle still went to the park just waiting for Chris. After an hour he didn’t show up, Janelle said, ”I know he’s going to come, he promised me. “Five minutes later Chris came. “Janelle I’m so sorry baby! My little brother…he got me in so much trouble so I snuck out of the house. I had to see you so badly, I never realized how much I missed you girl…I’m so glad you’re here.” “Of course I’m here you promised and I believed you,” said Janelle. Chris kissed her and gave Janelle his jacket because she was really cold from the rain. They both walked around the park. “Chris I can tell you anything right?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;“Yeah of course you should know that,” said Chris&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;“...I have cancer…unless a miracle happens I’m going to die. I never told anybody that, not even my foster parents know. I’ve been going to my doctor for the past two weeks and three days ago he told me the news.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;“You’re kidding me right? Janelle…you can’t go. I’d die without you, I love you. What are the chances of a miracle? Do you need a cure for cancer or something?” said Chris&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;“There isn’t anything you can do but the doctors have to. I got three months.” For the whole month of September to December Chris spent as much time as he could with Janelle because he knew she soon would be gone. Janelle became a lot louder and open while she was with Chris. She’s a totally different person. Chris changed her in a great way. On December 4, Janelle was out walking around &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;North Park&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; with Chris. It’s been three months since that doctor appointment and the doctor never found a cure. Janelle and Chris were talking about Christmas. “This is going to actually be the first Christmas I’ll have to celebrate with somebody who cares about me! I can’t wait,” said Janelle excitingly. “I can’t wait either baby,” responded Chris. Janelle never expressed her real feelings about Chris to him. They both truly loved each other though. Tomorrow would be their three month anniversary. While they were talking about the upcoming Christmas, Janelle started coughing and just fainted. “Janelle!? Janelle!? Oh no! Somebody call 911!” shouted Chris. The ambulance arrived and they took Janelle away, Chris went with her. “Janelle is having a difficult time breathing, she needs to be put on a monitor,” said the doctor. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;“Do anything you have to do to save her. She deserves it, don’t let her go,” said Chris crying.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;They got to the hospital and rushed Janelle to the emergency room. She was unconscious but she was still alive. Chris called his parents and asked to bring Janelle’s parents. They all got there and Janelle’s foster parents took one look at her and they were really confused. Dr. Hernandez, the same doctor who tried to save Janelle’s biological parents, explained to Janelle’s foster family that she had cancer. “I thought she had told you,” said the doctor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;“This is your fault! If you had called us like a responsible doctor she wouldn’t be like this!” said John, Janelle’s foster dad, in an angry rage&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;“I had no record of who Janelle’s parents are. I tried to save her real parents. I never knew who was responsible for her after Mr. and Mrs. Vega had died!” Chris saw all this fighting and just went to Janelle.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;“Baby, I know you can’t hear anything I’m saying to you but just listen. Our parents…every time they see each other there is always fighting. I’m so sick of this. Don’t go ok? Life wouldn’t be worth living without you so just hang on. Sometimes I just think it would be better off if we never met. For one, our parents might actually be friends. And two, I wouldn’t be in so much pain worrying about you. Feel better I love you…I always will.” Chris spent the whole night in Janelle’s room, holding her hand and staying right by her side. Chris’s and Janelle’s parents stayed too. In the morning, Dr. Hernandez had asked to speak to Chris alone.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;“Hi Chris, how was your night?” asked Dr. Hernandez&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;“It was horrible; I can’t get Janelle off my mind. What will happen to her? She’ll be okay right?” asked Chris eagerly. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;“…Chris I’m sorry. There’s no cure, we can’t save her. If we knew about her cancer earlier she would be okay but we only found out about a year ago. She has about an hour left, right after she awakens for fifteen minutes she will die. I’ll tell the parents. Spend as much time as you could with her.” Answered the doctor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Chris started talking to himself…”This can’t be real. I’ve never felt so much pain in my life…what am I doing talking to myself here? I got to go to Janelle.” Chris, his parents, and Janelle’s parents went into Janelle’s room, room 115. Janelle awakened and Chris knew in only fifteen minutes Janelle would be gone unless a miracle happens. Chris didn’t say anything about that though. Janelle’s parents just started yelling at her for not telling them she has cancer. They didn’t care if she died. Only Chris and his family really cared about her. They were more sympathetic and understanding. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;“Hey baby, feeling better?” asked Chris&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;“No, I don’t even remember what happened. Last thing I remember was us talking about Christmas. Can you believe it? It’s almost coming up I can’t wait!” said Janelle excitingly. Chris took a look at her and cried. His mom gave him a hug and Dr. Hernandez came in and said ten minutes. Apparently, Janelle understood the doctor. She told Chris’s parents thanks for everything and she loved them. She said the same thing to her parents but they looked away in disgust. The last seven minutes of her life she dedicated to Chris. “Hey Chris…well looks like I don’t have much longer here do I? Well my life is really complete; I just wish I had met you sooner. I remember the first day I saw you. It was at preschool. You ran up to me and said Hi! What’s your name? I ran away and then the teacher made you sit next to me. I still ignored you. I was so shy but now I’m not because you changed me. Don’t cry if I’m gone, I’ll always be with you. You can get with another girl. I want you to be happy. I just got to do one thing then my life is done. Chris thank you for everything! I never told you how I felt did I? That first day of preschool…I did love you. I still do, I always will. It’s just how I am; I’m really shy I can’t express my feelings. Chris I love you,” She gave him a hug and a kiss and Chris said, “I love you too, I’ll never let go.” Janelle died…and Chris just came to tears. Chris’s parents were very caring and understanding to him. Janelle’s parents were just really mad and they didn’t even care that she was dead. “This is all your fault Chris,” said John. Janelle’s parents left the hospital while Chris stayed a while. He looked at Janelle’s body and just couldn’t stop crying. He looked at the door, room 115. “That’s our anniversary. September 05. Today is our three month and your not here to celebrate with me. I love you Janelle why did you have to go? Rest in peace baby, there’s no way somebody can take your place, EVER.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/SPAN&gt;A week passed after Janelle’s death. Today is the day of her funeral. Janelle’s parents wanted nothing to do with it, so Chris and his family paid for it. They were at the funeral and about one-hundred people came. Many of them were from the school. After Janelle’s best friend Jasmine said something about Janelle, Chris went up at the end of the funeral to say a few words. “Janelle Rose Vega had died exactly a week ago. She was the love of my life. We met when we were in preschool and just fell in love with each other. Ten years later we found each other in high school and were still in love. I know we are young, but one thing that Janelle taught me is that you can fall in love at any age. No matter how old or young you are, it’s possible. I remember our first date. I said I loved her but she didn’t say I love you back. She gave me a kiss and she left. I found her diary and it said she loved me, but she couldn’t express it. I knew Janelle well enough to know what she was feeling. Now she is gone and I think what am I to do with my life? My life seems like nothing but if Janelle were here she would want me to be happy. I’m trying but without her, there is a big hole in my heart. Thank you all for coming. Janelle and I know you cared about her. Janelle, I know you are here in spirit. Rest in peace, I love you. God, take care of her.” said Chris to end Janelle’s funeral. Janelle was buried by her parents in the cemetery. The death of Janelle had the greatest affect on Chris. His grades dropped, he didn’t feel loved, he hung around the wrong group of people, and even started taking drugs. Once day he looked in the mirror and looked at his reflection. After, he looked at a picture of Janelle and him together. He was a different person and he knew it. On the day of Christmas he just thought why isn’t Janelle here? Fourteen years of her life and never had a Christmas with somebody who cared. Then he thought again and thought to himself that she had four Christmases with people that cared about her. If she was here he thought, he would’ve given her the best Christmas possible. Right after he left the hospital, the doctor gave Chris a Christmas present from Janelle. She gave him a card that said I love you and that meant more to him than anything. “That’s it I’m through! Life is way too hard to get through without Janelle! Suicide is the answer. Janelle, baby come back to me.” On the Christmas of 2004, Chris killed himself. He looked down from a seven story building. He was holding a picture of Janelle and dropped it. He jumped and died. Chris wrote a note to his parents, it said:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Mom, Dad you have to understand. Life was way too hard to get on with without Janelle. I killed myself. I miss her, I really do. I can’t live without her, she’s my everything. I don’t know if you understand how much pain I was in when she left but it was the worst feeling in the world. I only went twenty days without her. I kept thinking she wanted that Christmas so badly. So I’ll give her a merry Christmas but not on earth. Bottom line is I cannot live without her. Thanks for everything; I didn’t kill myself because I hated you guys or anything. I love you as much as I could but Janelle is my everything. I love you guys, thanks for everything...bye&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Script MT Bold'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;EM&gt;-Chris &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://koolaide2826.xanga.com/175616223/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Monday, December 20, 2004</title><link>http://koolaide2826.xanga.com/174174323/item/</link><guid>http://koolaide2826.xanga.com/174174323/item/</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Dec 2004 02:05:10 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;table style='font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; border: 1px solid black;' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='2' align='center'&gt;&lt;form action='http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=1074645612' method='POST'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan=2  bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;Your Homicidal Rampage! by &lt;a href='http://www.livejournal.com/~_poisonoak' target="_new"&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;crash_and_burn&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Your name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;input type='text' name='Your name:' value='whitney' size='20'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Weapon of Choice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;Desert Eagle .50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Your Favorite Target:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;Cops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Your Kill Count:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;220,825,487&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Your Battle Cry:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;"Who let the dogs out?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Years You Spend in Jail:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;How Much Money In Damages You Cause:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;$233,070,342,849,377&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan='2' bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black; text-align: center;' align='center'&gt;&lt;table width='100%' cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0 width='300'&gt;&lt;caption&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Your Homocidal Insanity Level:: 84%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/caption&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#000000' height='5'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#000000' height='5'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#110000' height='5'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#220000' height='5'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#440000' height='5'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#660000' height='5'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#880000' height='5'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#AA0000' height='5'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#CC0000' height='5'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#EE0000' height='5'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#FF0000' height='5'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#FF0000' height='5'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#000000' height='5'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#FFFFFF' height='10'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#FFFFFF' height='10'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#FFFFFF' height='10'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#FFFFFF' height='10'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#FFFFFF' height='10'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#FFFFFF' height='10'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#FFFFFF' height='10'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#FFFFFF' height='10'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#FFFFFF' height='10'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#FF0000' height='5'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#FF0000' height='5'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#000000' height='5'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#000000' height='5'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#110000' height='5'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#220000' height='5'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#440000' height='5'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#660000' height='5'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#880000' height='5'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#AA0000' height='5'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#CC0000' height='5'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#EE0000' height='5'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#FF0000' height='5'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#FF0000' height='5'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='un' value='crash_and_burn'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='meme' value='1074645612'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;input type='submit' value='Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font size='-1' color='#FFFFFF'&gt;&lt;a href='http://memegen.net/' target="_new"&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;Quiz created with MemeGen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</description><comments>http://koolaide2826.xanga.com/174174323/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Wednesday, December 15, 2004</title><link>http://koolaide2826.xanga.com/171768218/item/</link><guid>http://koolaide2826.xanga.com/171768218/item/</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Dec 2004 01:11:32 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;ahhh! so. much. homework.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;i went to nonies afterschool to help make snowmen. shaun was there tho! she had a hair appointment at like 5:45 so she had to leave BUT she helped me out with my vocab hw lol. omg im like gonna die i have SO MUCH homework today. i have my vocab journal (we need like 30 words....i have 8), i hafta write a few summaries for science, i have to write notes for econ (and thats like...9 pages long), AND i still havent started my essay for english. sheeeiiiiit. ok well its 6:10 right now....im gonna try to finish by 10:00. yup...well i better get started. *sigh*&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;PS.......i have an EXTREMELY bad habit of procrastinating. ((in case u havent noticed)) =]&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://koolaide2826.xanga.com/171768218/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Sunday, December 12, 2004</title><link>http://koolaide2826.xanga.com/170763887/item/</link><guid>http://koolaide2826.xanga.com/170763887/item/</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Dec 2004 23:13:10 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;table style='font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; border: 1px solid black;' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='2' align='center'&gt;&lt;form action='http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=1068057362' method='POST'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan=2  bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;Your Superhero Persona
 by &lt;a href='http://www.couplandesque.net' target="_new"&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;couplandesque&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Your Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;input type='text' name='Your Name' value='kOoLaiDe' size='20'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Superhero Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;The Mexican&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Super Power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;Invisibility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Enemy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;The Gangsta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Mode Of Transportation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;Scooter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Weapon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;Condoms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='un' value='couplandesque'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='meme' value='1068057362'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;input type='submit' value='Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font size='-1' color='#FFFFFF'&gt;&lt;a href='http://memegen.net/' target="_new"&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;Quiz created with MemeGen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</description><comments>http://koolaide2826.xanga.com/170763887/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Sunday, December 12, 2004</title><link>http://koolaide2826.xanga.com/170762517/item/</link><guid>http://koolaide2826.xanga.com/170762517/item/</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Dec 2004 23:10:32 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;table style='font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; border: 1px solid black;' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='2' align='center'&gt;&lt;form action='http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=1074642484' method='POST'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan=2  bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;Your Love Life by lpfloatsmyboat&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Name/username/nickname:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;input type='text' name='Name/username/nickname:' value='kOoLaiDe' size='20'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;favorite color:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;input type='text' name='favorite color:' value='pink and black' size='20'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;best physical quaility:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;best personality trait:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;you can solve any social problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;will you marry your bf/gf that you have now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;when will you get married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;February 8, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;your kiss is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;short and sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;People date you because:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;you're smart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='un' value='lpfloatsmyboat'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='meme' value='1074642484'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;input type='submit' value='Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font size='-1' color='#FFFFFF'&gt;&lt;a href='http://memegen.net/' target="_new"&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;Quiz created with MemeGen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</description><comments>http://koolaide2826.xanga.com/170762517/item/#firstcomment</comments></item></channel></rss>