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After months of planning and extensive work, this is the result. Not much to look at or even a very good skin.
But you gotta admit.
Its pretty awesome.
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A black and blue heart
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Friday, June 08, 2007
Emotions ran wild today. Alex broke down today. Maybe we pushed ya too far. Or rather this would be Xavier's fault. Mostly. They are both smart kids. Perhaps too smart for their own good. When friendship goes out the window. The gloves are off and a fistfight will ensue. Or in this case, attacks go verbal. One thing no one touches on is Alex's ex-girlfriend. Why? Simply cause she's not alive. Anymore. I don't know the exact detail to that. But cause of death was by some illness. Isn't fun watching a girl you love so much just die. Not slowly. But since when did speed matter?
Wasn't that fast I think. Took a few months. I don't even know when she passed on. But what really strikes you is when he used an idea I used to have with Bert. He didn't say much but everyone knew Alex was always fond of her. Doted on her like a kid. Needless to say she never got pissed or angry cause she always had her way.
When she got sick he'd visit her more often than her family did. Skipping classes for that extra few hours of chat. Then one day she told him she would really like to give up and let go. He told her no, that she'll get better if she keeps hanging around. Then he said it.
Someday, and that day should it ever come, they'll buy a map. Wall map. And a set of darts. And just leave it to fate and start planning. Where a dart lands they'll go there. The nearest land area. Didn't matter how stupid that sounds. But it meant something. Just 2 people on a ride. For the fun of it. Lunch in Paris. Summer in Australia. Perhaps photo-taking in Germany. Millions of things to do.
He didn't want to believe much of anything. Even when she apologised to him. One time. What reason is there to apologise, Alex, you knew what she meant. If you didn't you're not as smart as we thought. Xavier said something harsh to Alex. Stung him good.
"You knew what she meant. Sorry! She'll NEVER get to do all that travelling and experience things with you. You know why? Cause she's sick of it. Sick of the medication, which by the way, doesn't help! Sick of living, and quite frankly, I am too. And most imporantly sick of YOU! You've got zero backbone. Everything was all up to her. Where you wanna go darling? Want me to carry your bag dear? Wanna go shopping sugar? Seriously. Grow some balls."
Xavier was obviously angry. He never liked guys who waited on their girlfriends and gave way to them. Not that he was sexist or anything. He just preferred his own brand of "equality".
Alex nearly took it out on him. Xavier just stood firm.
Sort of a lucky situation, Jeremy broke up the staredown.
Alex reads this blog. Reads the posts. You really should tag on the board someday. Now I guess everyone will know why they call Xavier the guy with the sharpest tongue in the group.
2:13 AM
Name: Ansel Avery Tempestt Tan
Age: 15+
School: Saint Patrick's Secondary School
