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Rachael
Hey guys!
 I'm Rachael, if you haven't guessed. I live in a lil' place called Ireland. I love to write-I've been writing since I could talk, seriously. 
I'm currently writing again- It's called "Star of my Sea". Like any other writer, I <3 Feedback..so take a sec to read it, k? How I love being forceful. ;) 

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  1. RachaelGleek RachaelGleek
    posted a quote
    June 30, 2012 5:21pm UTC
    -Star of my Sea-
    Stella’s POV
    “Dad?” I yell over the wind. I swear, I’m turning green. I know that Liana spiked my coke last night. “Dad, I don’t feel great.”
    “What?” he says, “What’s wrong?”
    “I feel like I’m gonna throw up,” I clutch the sides of the boat for support.
    “Okay, okay…” he sighs, reluctant. “We’ll dock now. Chill, pet,” Dad continues to speed out towards Harte Island.
    “Dad! DAD!!! Let me out!” I am seriously going to throw up now.
    “Stella, you need to calm—“his protests are cut off by me throwing up my guts over the side of our boat.
    “Stella, you okay? It must have been something you ate. Let’s get back to the harbour.”
    I nod weakly. “Thanks for stopping,” I say sarcastically.
    He rolls his eyes, but a grin softens his look. “It’s bedtime when we go home, Stell!”
    You wouldn’t believe how happy I was to hear that.
    *
    I’m lying in my darkened room when my phone buzzes.
    Roger Mc Dermott
    Hi JI know you’re probably not expecting this and you don’t have to say yes but do you want to go for ice-cream tomorrow? It’s on me J
    Oh, Christ. Now I have to shoot him down because I’m sick. You wouldn’t believe how long I’ve waited for this!
    To Roger Mc Dermott
    Hiya, Roger Jyou wouldn’t believe how much I want to but I’m sick LI think someone (cough, cough, Liana) spiked my drink last night. And I had sailing this morning. Another time, maybe we can do it?
    I press send and hope for the best.
    Liana’s POV
    That night I sneak out again; by going out through Sam’s window (he’s having a sleepover with his friend Harry).
    I head down the tumbling cliff walk and make to Moonlight Bay. I just sit and watch the waves, in complete silence. This is character building, I think to myself. Plus, I brought snacks! I munch the packet of Hula Hoops I brought.
    My BlackBerry buzzes.
    James J
    Can you meet me on the Boardwalk? I have something for you J
    It’s half ten at night. The nightlife on the Boardwalk is still buzzing, so at least I’m not meeting him alone, or anything. I punch in my reply, dust myself off and shuffle back up to the Boardwalk.
    I see him in front of Peggy’s before he sees me. The lights are on and it’s still vaguely light, so I creep up behind him and put my hands on his shoulders. He screams like a little girl.
    “Liana…, what the hell!” he grins. “We just closed up. You forgot this,” he sticks his hands out, offering me the “DIVA” bracelet I’d never even noticed I’d missed.
    I laugh. “Thanks. Oh, God that’s embarrassing,” I pocket it and look at him. “It’s a nice night, eh?”
    “Beautiful,” he looks up at the sky, at the steaks of orange, light pink and heavenly cyan.
    “I have a packet of Hula Hoops. Wanna join me?”
    “What?... Where…?” James questions, looking baffled.
    “Moonlight Bay,” I look at the ground. “Do you want to join me?”

  2. RachaelGleek RachaelGleek
    posted a quote
    June 30, 2012 9:43am UTC
    -Star of my Sea-
    Liana’s POV
    I wake witha major pain in my head. I’m in the unfamiliar surroundings of my new bedroom. Suddenly all of last night’s memories flood back. Putting a hand on my head, I moan and turn onto my stomach. We almost got busted on the way back home; it was at least three am.
    The glowing red figures to my left announce that it’s one thirty. Sighing heavily I remember Liam and Stella were out sailing since ten. Poor kid, I think.
    I stumble out of bed, turning on the shower in the en suite to full power. When I’ve showered and dressed in a pair of jeans and a big hoodie I head downstairs to where Sam is watching cartoons, and some leftover pancakes are left on the counter. I smile to myself, open the fridge, grab some juice and put on some coffee, and then finally I sit down to eat.
    I physically cringe as I remember being all over Stella’s guy, Roger. I don’t know why the hell I did that, I think. I may hate her but he likes her.
    I’m gazing out the double doors, down the tumbling hill to where the sea is visible. I have a huge hangover, yes: but I need air.
    “Sam! I’m gonna go out, is that okay?”
    He grunts in response. Sliding open the doors, I jog down, feeling the fresh sea breeze on my face. I can smell salt and roses. The heat of the sun warms my back.
    I don’t know where I’m going but I need to get out of the house. Continuing down the hill, I spot the neon lights of the boardwalk, but I ignore it, seeking some alone time, which is unusual for me.
    A sign nearby declares: “Main Beach” and underneath it says, with an arrow pointing right: “Moonlight Bay”. It sounds pretty so I head down there.
    I think about Mum and Dad. Away in Kenya…I mean, what came over them to think they could survive in a place as horrible as that? Oh, God, I think about mum showing up with a big D&G suitcase and Dad with his Rolex. They will look so horrible and pretentious and snobby.
    Then it hits me. That’s probably what the locals think about me, no? They probablyare thinking the same about me. I’ve never really been accepted. Mum and Dad moved around a lot, and I was always the one with Tiffany’s hairclips and Ralph Lauren sweaters. I never really fitted in.
    Maybe this is a chance to really fit in? Be nice, be cool, be the person I’ve always wanted to be? It’s easier said than done, that’s for sure…but can you at least try?
    I lie back on the sand. Maybe we could make a start. I press my hands into the grainy sand; my eyes are squinting against the sun. It’s so peaceful here. Quiet.
    After another couple come, obviously on some form of date, I leave. I mosey up the cliff walk and to the boardwalk. Since there is a maximum of 200 residents living in this village, they stare at me, wondering “who is this wanderer with the Levi’s jeans?”
    I stop at Peggy’s Parlour, the place I met Roger, Steven and the rest. Not first met, obviously, because I’d spent two weeks here every summer. I just…talked to for the first time, maybe.
    At the counter, a cute boy of about fifteen stands at the counter. He’s got spiked auburn hair, brown eyes and a button nose. I resist the urge to flirt as I order my chocolate ice-cream.
    “Haven’t seen you around before,” he says as he scoops the ice-cream into a tub. “What’s your name?”
    “Liana,” I reply, leaning against the counter. “What about you?”
    “I’m James,” he says, handing me my ice-cream. He’s added sprinkles and raspberry sauce. “Where are you staying?”
    “Uhm, do you know Stella Stevenson and Liam Stevenson? They live up in, uhm, Foxglove Cottage or something.” I say, taking a stool up by the counter.
    “Oh, Stella! I go to school with Stella. She’s great.” I feel a pang of jealousy. “So, you her long-lost sister or somethin’?” he asks.
    “Nope, cousin,” I say, mouth full with the delicious ice-cream. “I’m sorry, but this is soo good!” I dig in with the spoon he gave me.
    “You could do with it,” he says. “You’re like, skin and bone.”
    I stop, looking down at my bony hands. Suddenly everyone around me looks normal, less “fat”, healthy and full of life with shiny hair and smooth skin.
    I laugh awkwardly. “Really? Then maybe I could use another…”

  3. RachaelGleek RachaelGleek
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    June 28, 2012 6:04pm UTC
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  4. RachaelGleek RachaelGleek
    posted a quote
    June 28, 2012 4:46pm UTC
    -Star of my Sea-
    Liana’s POV
    After an awkward dinner of ribs, I told Liam I was having an early night, went upstairs, took a shower and changed into the sluttiest clothes I owned: a crop top and denim hotpants. I backcombed my hair and did my face up, feeling a little sad that i was using Stella’s friend to annoy her, but most of me didn’t care.
    I banged hard on Stella’s door. “C’mon loser!”
    She pulled open the door. She was looking demure in a pair of high-top denim shorts, a tie up top and flipflops.
    “You look so cute,” I tease. She scowls.
    “We can climb out onto the veranda out the back and jump down,” she says in monotone. “It’s the only way he won’t hearus.”
    I nod.
    “It’s gonna be uhm, hard in that though.” She eyes my wedges with disdain.
    “I’ll take them off. I’ll go get some flats to climb down in.” I sashay off and step into a pair of converse.
    “Uhm, I’ll get out first,” Stella says, opening her window as far as possible. She sits on the ledge, edges forward, and kneels on the slanted veranda. The evening air is cool and she looks so nervous on the ledge. She shuffles forward so slowly it’s painful to watch. When she reaches the edge of the veranda roof, her legs dangle and she gauges the distance to jump. She closes her eyes, murmuring ‘one, two, and three…’ and then she makes a surprisingly lithe jump, landing on her hands and knees.
    “Ow!” she mouthed.
    I step straight out onto the roof, my converse supporting me. I walk carefully to the edge, and jump. I land the same way as her, and brush myself down.
    She rolls her eyes.
    “Where’s Steven’s house, anyway?” I ask, changing my shoes.
    “Down on the cliff,” she replies.
    “Oh, cool. Can we jump in there, too?” I ask, just to annoy her.
    She frowns and leads the way.
    “I got a bad feeling about this…” she says.
    “Oh my God, you’re so sad.”
    “Shut up Liana, I mean it.” She scowls.
    “God…take a joke, can’t you,” I say.
    After we take a winding path up to a huge, marble house with gates out front, I notice that Stella’s brought some marshmallows, chips and a two-litre bottle of Coke, that she stored in a bush down by the house.
    She punches in the code and saunters up the gravel path, to where Steven is standing at the open door.
    “Hey Stella, hey hottie,” he grins slyly at me. I take a deep breath and giggle.
    He leads us out through the huge, immaculate house, out to the back yard where he’s set up the bonfire on the cliff’s edge. It’s not lit yet, but he’s done his best to make it welcoming, with cushioned patio seats, and a table of snacks, and a litre of vodka. Even looking at it makes me shudder.
    “Kara and Amelia are in the kitchen,” he says. “Roger and a few other buddies are coming then. Let’s just wait for the party to begin!”
    He walks to a stereo and pumps out some Dev. Party time, here we come!

  5. RachaelGleek RachaelGleek
    posted a quote
    June 28, 2012 4:15pm UTC
    -Star of my Sea-
    Stella’s POV
    When the door slams behind me, Liana and Roger look up from their chat.
    “Oh, hi, guys,” Roger grins and comes over to hug us.
    Liana observes, giving us an amused look.
    Steven’s eyes almost pop. “Is this your cousin?!” he mutters to me.
    “Yes.” I say with gritted teeth.
    “She is hot.”
    I glare at him.
    Liana totters over, and Kara and Clare flank me for support.
    “Mind if I join?” she stares at Steven. He stares back.
    “No! Not at all, let’s get the window seat shall we, I mean, we don’t have to but it’s a great seat and everything…” he babbles.
    She grins coyly, takes his arm and seats herself by him.
    Alicia grabs Roger quickly. “Sit by Stella, by Stella, by Stella…!” he looks confused, and looks from me, to the seat, to Alicia. He may be handsome but he sure is dumb.
    I take my seat as a grouchy brunette comes to take our order. Steven seems to be in a world of his own with Liana, and she is observing me and Roger.
    “So, my folks are out tonight. Bonfire?” Steven suggests, looking straight at Liana.
    “I—“--I take a deep breath—“we have to be home for dinner.”
    “So? Sneak out.” Steven looks determined.
    “No. I have to go sail tomorrow…and…”
    “I wanna,” Liana says, looking at me. “What’s up, Stella? Chicken?”
    I blush at her infantile remark. “No, why would I be? God!”
    “Do it then,” she dares me, holding my gaze.
    “But…why?” I say, slurping at my smoothie.
    “Why not?” her daring look continues, and it’s almost frightening.
    I sigh. Everyone is staring at us. Gah! Will I? Or will I be a sad loner, at home when my friends have fun?
    “I’ll do it,” she has a satisfied look on her screwed up face. “It’s no biggie, anyway.”
    “Right,” she says. Her devilish eyes hold mine.
    Everyone is decidedly awkward.
    “So, uhm, beers…?” Steven is trying to look macho in front of Liana. It’s so obvious.
    “Sure!” Alicia pipes up. “My brother bought a six-pack, today.”
    “And you think he won’t notice?” Kara raises her eyebrows.
    “Meh, he’s out for the count most of the time!”
    Everyone chortles.
    “Half ten, mine. Okay?” Steven says, as we depart. Now for the walk home with Liana.

  6. RachaelGleek RachaelGleek
    posted a quote
    June 28, 2012 3:27pm UTC
    Star of my Sea-
    Stella’s POV
    As soon as I hear Dad’s car draw up on the drive, my stomach turns. I’ve been forced to sit in the front room, to “greet your cousin” and then, if all goes well, refrain from stabbing her.
    Dad comes in, babbling to her: and I hear her heavy sigh, the clipping of wedge heels, and then the door opens and dad’s standing beside a tall, blond girl—pretty in an artificial, shampoo-commericial way.
    “Hey, Stella.” She has an air of confidence that irritates me.
    “Liana,” I stand, arms and legs crossed, “you’re looking well.” I let a slight, sarcastic smile touch my lips.
    “You’re…” she looks me up and down, with a look of distaste. “Yeah, you too.”
    Giving her a look of disgust, I sigh heavily, and direct myself at Dad. “Can I leave?”
    “Uhm, okay. Be…be back for seven. Dinner.” Dad says.
    I slam out of the house, down our pebbled lane, and into the arcade where my friends, Alicia, Steven, Clare and Kara are waiting.
    “What took you? We’re going for smoothies!” Alicia grins, red hair shining.“Urgh, that stupid cousin of mine, that’s what!”
    “You wanna talk about it?” Kara says, concerned.
    “No, I do not want to talk about it as a matter of fact,” I snap. Then I see Kara’s face, all crumpled. “Oh, God…I’m sorry Kara. She’s just so…pretentious and snobby and…” I burst into insults about her, mentioning the bleach blonde hair, the D&G studded shorts, the Abercrombie tank and her Jimmy Choo wedges.
    “God. Is she hot?” Steven asks, totally serious.
    I glare at him, and he grins apologetically.
    “Roger’s coming today,” Clare grins.
    “Shut up.” Only those four know about my, uhm, love for Roger.
    “Looking forward to it?”
    I shoot her a look and we head off to Peggy’s Parlour.
    But who was standing at the counter, with Roger, only Liana.

  7. RachaelGleek RachaelGleek
    posted a quote
    June 28, 2012 3:02pm UTC
    Star of my Sea
    Liana’s POV
    I’m currently sitting in a dingy old train. I’m trying to make the best of a horrible situation: the train is rattling so hard I’m afraid we’ll all die, there’s no WiFi, and there’s a creepy old man staring at me from across the train.
    I’m writing in my journal to pass the time and desperately cling to my last few moments of FREEEDOOMMM and to remember the shards of memories that cling to me, reminding me with a jolt that I won’t be back to the city for two months.
    I’ve never enjoyed my two-week breaks in Seashell Cove. I hated the claustrophobia, the quiet. I like bright lights, buzzing cities and people who never sleep, just because they never have the time.
    I’m ignoring the constant buzzing of my phone, flurries of text messages from friends that refused to give me a home for two months, just ’cause my parents are crazy.
    Moving on…
    Here’s a list of things I hate about Seashell Cove:
    1. No shops. Unless you count “the Fashion Rack”, and if you do count that, you have a sad, sad life.
    2. The people. All so dull and “how’s the weather”, “how’s Maurice, I heard he was in town for the week”.
    3. The landscape. So…soft and boring. All whitewashed cottages and bungalows, with the odd stone mansion. The seascape is pretty, sure, but you get tired of it very, very easily.
    4. Sailing. What’s attractive about sitting out on an old dinghy for a few hours, freezing, hungry and bored?
    5. STELLA STEVENSON.
    Later
    Right, I’ve landed in Seashell Cove. Gah, wish me luck!

  8. RachaelGleek RachaelGleek
    posted a quote
    June 28, 2012 7:45am UTC
    Hey guys!
    As I haven't really got any faves since the first installment of Star of my Sea, I think I'll be stopping it pretty soon.
    I feel as though I don't have any readers, so, if you're out there...can you tell me how you feel about the story, and how I could improve?

  9. RachaelGleek RachaelGleek
    posted a quote
    June 28, 2012 6:25am UTC
    -Star of my Sea-
    Stella’s POV
    It’s six years now since my mum died. I was eight when she passed; so much more aware of what was happening, compared to Sam. But Sam was a lot closer to Mum; I was such a daddy’s girl that mum was never all that of an important role in my life. But Dad worshipped Mum.They had met when they were much younger. They were both accomplished sailors at the Seashell Cove Sailing Club, and were oft put on the same team. Their strong freindship blossomed into a romance that spawned a beautiful family. Sure, they had the odd fight, but that never stopped them loving each other. That’s really what I want, when I’m older, and have a family.
    Sam was three when she passed, and didn’t know that she was dying, partly because mum never told him. How could she? He was three years old.
    But one of dad’s favourite stories to tell me is how when they came out of the hospital, the night I was born, they looked up into the night sky and saw the stars. Mum started singing that old Coldplay song:
    “Look at the stars, and how they shine for you, and everything you do, and they were all yellow”
    Dad murmured: “Stella, that’s her name: Stella.”
    Mum agreed heartily and I was brought home. My originally pink room was painted the lightest blue and silver stars were painted on the ceiling. To this day, my room hasn’t changed. I still look up at those stars and feel connected to my mum. Somehow, when I’m out on the boat, I feel that way, too.
    Today was Monday and my friends and I had agreed to meet in the shopping centre at 2. So at breakfast, I told Dad I was going out.
    “No,” Dad said. “You can’t. Your cousin Liana is coming to stay!” Liana and I are enemies. We’re complete opposites: she was pretentious, bossy, prissy and a total snob; I was quiet, humble, athletic, and competitive and I let people walk all over me (as much as I hate that).
    “WHAT?” I choke on my honey cereal, Sam giggles from across the table, and Dad puts a hand to his face. “No! Ewh! Liana? Why Liana!? Wait… when was this even ORGANISED??” I yell at him.
    He sighs. “Stella, calm down. Your aunt and uncle, Patricia and Percy, are going to Kenya for the summer. Something about donations, they were talking about.” He waves a hand dismissively. The rich jerks! Coming to ruin my summer because they took some crazy notion about Kenya?
    “Why didn’t you tell me?” I am fuming, but I’ve managed to take my seat again.
    “On the boat, well, I was afraid I might be thrown overboard.” He chortles at his own joke, and grabs a piece of toast from his plate.
    “Har, har, hilarious.” I am so angry at him. “When was it organised?”
    Dad has to think about this one. “Uhm, a week or so, I suppose. They only got tickets recently.”
    “How long is she staying for?”
    “I told you, the first two months of summer!”
    “No, this is the first I’ve heard of it!”
    “Will I have to give up my room?” Sam pipes up, pouting.
    “Shut up, Sam! Dad, you know how much I hate Liana!”
    “Well…I thought you could maybe show her around, maybe even, uhm, teach her some sailing.” He confesses. I stare at him, dumbfounded and outraged.
    Okay, what.is.happening!
    “Now, she’ll be taking the guest room, so I want you to go put sheets on the beds and clear up the dressing table.”
    “Gararrrgh! Dad!”
    “Now, Stella—no discussions,” He frowns.
    I slam my bowl into the sink, shove in my chair, and bang the door and thunder upstairs. If he thinks that’s happening, he’s got another thing coming.

  10. RachaelGleek RachaelGleek
    posted a quote
    June 27, 2012 1:50pm UTC
    Hey everyone!
    This is a preview of the story that I could possibly be doing.
    Story #1 Star of My Sea.
    Read and find out!
    -Star of My Sea-
    Stella’s POV
    “Quick, Stell—get the hallyards!”
    “The WHAT?” I scream over the roaring, North Atlantic wind.
    “The...the rope things!” my father yells at me.
    I duck over, just grabbing the ‘hallyards’ and turning them furiously, using every ounce of muscle I posessed, before our little boat, The Star of the Sea, turned into another Titanic, or something.
    The sails lowered and I grinned at my father, Liam. He loved our Sunday morning sailing trips out on our little bay. We’d set off pretty late in winter, like ten; but in summer we were up at the crack of dawn to get sailing, a bite to eat then to get washed and into church. It might be a strain but I love sailing...even if I mighn’t know all the rope names, or whatever.
    The Star sailed majestically into Blue Harbour and we jumped out, our wetsuits steaming as the beating sun dried them. I climbed out of mine, and headed down into the changing rooms down by Peggy’s Parlour, the ice-cream shop everyone loved. I took a shower in the freezing free standing ‘thingie’ and tied my sea-battered hair into a bun on the top of my head. I grabbed my jeans and blouse, threw them on, and headed out to meet my father, who was looking like a different man at this stage.
    He was a different man now. Ever since my mother died, my little brother Sam has been spending more and more time with my aunt Sarah. Dad hates it. He wants us to be able to deal with Mum’s passing together.
    Dad finds it hard to deal with me growing up. He’s very protective. My friends all seem to have the time of their lives, when I’m home, studying, reading, swimming or sailing. It’s hard.
    But ever since Roger McDermott started working in the surf shop on the harbour, I can’t stop thinking about him.
    More? Or less! Haha. Please fave. You have no idea how much it means.

  11. RachaelGleek RachaelGleek
    posted a quote
    June 27, 2012 12:46pm UTC
    Hey everyone! :)
    It's Rachael. So...I really want to start a story, but if I'm honest, I've never gotten many faves before (which I can't blame on any of you. They were all horrific, brutal, soppy love stories. Feel free to just throw up on the keyboard. Seriously. I won't blame you.)
    I LUV (ha) all of you who did fave, and all my followers, so I'm hoping I can write a story that'll be more um, consistent than the others I've previously written :)
    So I am going to do three previews: whichever gets the most faves, I'll continue.
    You have no idea how supermegaawesomefoxyhot all of you are ;) (Just throwin' in the odd snazzy lil winky face, just fo' a lil PIZAZZ! Load jazz hands!)
    Love you lots like jelly tots!
    Rachael xxxx

  12. RachaelGleek RachaelGleek
    posted a quote
    April 8, 2012 2:36pm UTC
    Louis: It's T. It's E. Hello, It's R. It's R. It's R. It's R. It's R. It's R.
    118 118: How many R's?
    Louis: Six.
    118 118: Which town is it?
    Louis: Sorry, wasn't finished the spelling?
    118 118: I'm asking you which town it is.
    Louis: Oh, which town. It's erm, Maberfall.
    118 118: Do you have the address?
    Louis: Yes, it's 23 House Street,
    118 118: 23 House street?
    Louis: 23 MOUSE!!
    118 118: Right...
    Louis: NO!! House
    118 118 *muffled*
    Louis NO!!
    118 118 *hangs up*
    Louis He just didnt understand what I was saying!!
    (sorry if there's anything wrong!! :) )

  13. RachaelGleek RachaelGleek
    posted a quote
    April 8, 2012 2:32pm UTC
    Louis: It's T. It's E. Hello, It's R. It's R. It's R. It's R. It's R. It's R.
    118 118: How many R's?
    Louis: Six.
    118 118: Which town is it?
    Louis: Sorry, wasn't finished the spelling?
    118 118: I'm asking you which town it is.
    Louis: Oh, which town. It's erm, Maberfall.
    118 118: Do you have the address?
    Louis: Yes, it's 23 House Street,
    118 118: 23 House street?
    Louis: 23 MOUSE!!
    118 118: Right...
    Louis: NO!! House
    118 118 *muffled*
    Louis NO!!
    118 118 *hangs up*
    Louis He just didnt understand what I was saying!!
    (sorry if there's anything wrong!! :) )

  14. RachaelGleek RachaelGleek
    posted a quote
    April 7, 2012 12:08pm UTC
    I don't get why Witty allows me to fave my own quotes.
    Of course I like it. I am awesome. And sexy.

  15. RachaelGleek RachaelGleek
    posted a quote
    April 27, 2011 4:45am UTC
    1.hold you breath
    2.click add a quote
    3.copy and paste this quote
    4.good now if you did it without breathing you are a good kisser

  16. RachaelGleek RachaelGleek
    posted a quote
    February 5, 2011 4:15pm UTC
    I’ll love you till the day I die...
    Then I’ll be waiting in Heaven to hug you :)

  17. RachaelGleek RachaelGleek
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    January 29, 2011 5:57pm UTC
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  18. RachaelGleek RachaelGleek
    posted a quote
    January 27, 2011 11:21am UTC
    PLEASE READ UNTIL THE END ITS WORTH IT .
    A girl went to a party and
    she ended up staying longer than she
    planned, and had to walk home alone.
    She wasn't afraid
    because it was a small town, and she lived
    only a few blocks away.
    As she walked along under the tall elm
    trees, Diane asked God to keep her safe from
    harm and danger.
    When she reached the alley, which was a
    short cut to her house, she decided to take it.
    However, halfway down the alley she
    noticed a man standing at the end as
    though he were waiting for her.
    She became uneasy and began to pray,
    asking for God's protection.
    Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness
    and security wrapped round her, she felt as
    though someone was walking with her.
    when she reached the end of the alley,
    she walked right past the man and arrived
    home safely.
    The following day, she read in the newspaper that a young girl had been killed in the same alley just
    twenty minutes after she had been there.
    Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and
    the fact that it could have been her, she began to weep.
    Thanking the Lord for her safety and to
    help this young woman, she decided to go to the
    police station.
    She felt she could recognize the man,
    so she told them her story.
    The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a lineup to see if she could identify him.
    She agreed and immediately pointed out
    the man she had seen in the alley the night before
    When the man was told he had been
    identified, he immediately broke down and confessed
    The officer thanked Diane for her bravery
    and asked if there was anything they could do
    for her She asked if they would ask the man one question.
    Diane was curious as to why he had not
    attacked her When the policeman asked him, he answered, Because she wasn't alone.
    She had two tall men walking on either side of her.
    Amazingly, whether you believe or not, you're never alone.
    Did you know that 97% of teenagers will not stand up for God?
    Repost this if you truly
    believe in God
    PS: God is always there in your heart and loves you no matter what
    "If you deny me in front of your friends, I shall deny you in front of my Father"
    stand up for Him.
    51% won't repost this

  19. RachaelGleek RachaelGleek
    posted a quote
    January 26, 2011 10:56am UTC
    I’ll love you till the day I die...
    Then I’ll be waiting in Heaven to hug you :)

  20. RachaelGleek RachaelGleek
    posted a quote
    January 25, 2011 2:55pm UTC
    Here lies Dobby, a free elf.
    Be like Dobby. Be free, be who you are.

:)

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