<?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-5426503852992554635</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:15:55.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Diary.. WTH?</title><subtitle type='html'>Hmmm... i'm going to post my story here.... this is just a fanfic... no need of saying "yeah... just keep on dreaming.." stuffs like that.. pls.. this is just a story.. for FUN! HAhaha!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathrelpatrick.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426503852992554635/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathrelpatrick.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>cathrel.rocks.but.sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00243798973217759181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://www.tankmiche.com/s/kylebb4b57.jpg'/></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-5426503852992554635.post-3898024172525746849</id><published>2007-11-24T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T05:34:27.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chap 5: Oh great! I'm starting to like him! urgh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 5: The boy I like&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kristine raised her eyebrow and said, “Your house plumber?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Yeah, I mean the one that does his business in the water pipes thingy ya know.” I answered jokily while we walked together towards our classroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“I know what a house plumber is.” Kristine said as she stopped walking and looked at me. Man! I was just joking… and then we continued walking again. “I mean, he doesn’t look like those low-life-with-their-underwear-showing-while-they-are-working house plumber. If you know what I mean.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Yah, I do.” I giggled. I remember Mr. Cheese (yeah that’s really his name) our real house plumber, when he was fixing the water pipe in my bathroom his underwear was showing! I laughed so hard when I was out of my room. Just a question though, why do their undies have to show? Oh well… must be one of their plumbing rules... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Why are you still here anyway, Kris?” I asked.“Mr. Rodriguez told me to get his books on the faculty, you know that old guy. He can hardly carry a chalk.” She laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was no surprise to me that my teacher was mad at me when I entered our room. I mean, he should have been used to it. I’m sick of his speech thrown at me every single day that I am late! I could even memorize his lines, so much overused speech here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Ms. Cathrel!” Mr. Rodriguez said, my drama teacher and then he would scratch his forehead. “I’m sick of seeing your face every morning having a grand entrance in my class. I’m tired of hearing all your different dramas every time. So please stay out of the room until my class end. And Ms. Kristine you may enter the class now.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I watched Kristine placed the books on the table and went back to her seat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“But it wasn’t my fault that my alarm didn’t alarm.” I defended. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Well, it obviously isn’t &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; fault!” Mr. Rodriguez answered back. OK, so maybe that was a weak reason but fine I’ll just go out. I’m sick of all his dramas anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I walked out of the room and sat on the bench on the school hall. Hmmpfh! I let some air out of my mouth to my forehead coz my hair was on my face. I took my sketch book out of my bag and a pencil, and then I placed my feet on the bench to stand as my table. Once I get hold of my pencil it seems like my veins are pumping those artist-waves.. I’m not good at explaining this sensation I feel every time I hold a pencil. It seems like the power just flows out then immediately I would start drawing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I looked around to see what I could draw this time, and then I spotted someone that makes me blush every time, Ethan. He was sitting on another bench few feet away from me while reading a book. I just don’t understand why I like him… maybe because he’s always been kind to me? Or maybe because he gave me tips in Art class, or maybe simply because of he is an artist like me? Oh well… either from those I just like him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I started sketching his body position… then I added some details of his clothes. He was wearing jeans and a green shirt with blue lines on the chest portion. I stole some glances at him, I’m sure he doesn’t notice that. While I’m sketching his face, my heart pumped fast. OK, what was that all about? Then I stole another glace at him but I saw him looking back at me! Oh my! My heart started pumping fast again okay so maybe faster. I looked away from him and glued my face to my sketch book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can see from the corner of my eye that he closed his book and walked towards me. I covered my face with my stupid hair so that Ethan wouldn’t notice that I was blushing that time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He decided to sit beside me and I tried myself not to look at him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“What are you drawing, Cathrel?” he asked. Aww… Ethan if you only know! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Um… it’s nothing.” I answered quietly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“C’mon I saw your pencil’s been doing its job for the past few minutes.” He smiled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, what will I tell him? I need help here! “Umm… you might find it surprising but I’m drawing…” I gulped and continued, “Umm… you...” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ethan isn’t that type of guy that would say you drew me? You must really like me!, that would be something Kyle would say! Okay, why am I thinking of Kyle at this moment? His ugly face is highly unwanted at this minute so… Kyle… shoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Can I see?” Ethan said asking for my sketch book. “But I don’t quite understand why me? I mean do I look like a wonderful model to you?” he asked while laughing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I handed him my sketch book and smiled. “It’s because the light that was striking at you was wonderful.” I reasoned out. Okay this is my lame reason number 2 for the day. Could my reasoning get any worse? *roll eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ethan looked at it and said, “You are quite good, Cathrel, especially with all the shading and the folds of the clothing.” The he looked at me and said, “Are you sure that this is what I look like when I was there? I mean, I look better in your sketch!” then he smiled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I smiled. No Ethan you look better in real life and to be exact, right now. Okay this is my happiest moment for the day, wait what am I thinking it’s only 7:45 and there could be other wonderful things that might happen this day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Why are you here outside just like me?” I asked while getting my sketch book from him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Same thing as you are!” he laughed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ahh! Ethan we are so meant to be together! We both love art and we both wake up late in the morning! Can we be more any alike? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Our conversation ended when one of his teachers asked him to go inside their room. Oh great! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Okay, I’ll see you around Cathrel.” He waved goodbye but then he turned back at me. “And oh, if ever you’ll try to draw me again, please tell me so that I will prepare a wonderful pose for you!” he said while laughing. “Kidding!” he added then headed off to his room and disappeared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ahhh! I don’t care if Mr. Rodriguez wants me to stay out everyday as long as Ethan is late too! Haha! OK stop day dreaming Cathrel. Oh well, back on being alone. I miss Ethan already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I was eating in the cafeteria with my BFFs including Joey Zehr, I was smiling while eating my food. They were looking at me and they asked each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“What’s wrong with her?” Nikka asked Joey while eating her banana split that Joey bought for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Aliens must have invaded her brain. Like in that movie I saw where the girl wasn’t actually a girl but a robot and then on his head there’s that tiny green stuff they call alien with all those controls.” Joey answered while trying to make Nikka understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Wait!” Jenn said. “I think I’ve seen that movie!” then she was silent then added. “Ah... No...I don’t remember.” And then went back to eating her hamburger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“She must’ve eaten something funny!” Loulaine concluded. “Like?’ Jenn asked.“Like—um… booger!” Loulaine answered as if she just hit the one million prize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Seriously guys, those hypotheses of yours are just plain stupid.” Candy stated. Gee, she’s the only one who’s serious here. “You can just ask her.” Candy suggested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“What’s wrong with you, Cathrel?” they all asked in chorus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was waiting forever for them to ask me that! But it was amusing to hear them guess. This is why I love these guys; they are just stupid like me! Haha… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I told them about me being late and they were all like “Yeah, we know that already. It’s already becoming your habit.” Then I told them about Ethan and our conversation and my sketch of him and all. They were all smiling at me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Aww.. Cathrel, that was so wonderful. But I hope you don’t have to do that everyday, being late that is.” Nikka said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“But if being late means being with her crush, why not?” Loulaine opposed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“But that’s already wrong, man.” Joey said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“It’s Laine not man.” Loulaine corrected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ahh! I just love my BFFs! They make me laugh over some stupid pointless things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In my Art class… we were asked to make a small sculpture of any Greek God. The best part was that Ethan and I are being paired! Ahh! Could my day get any better? We collected the material we will use at the teachers table then Ethan asked me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“So where can we do this?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay without second thoughts, I said. “At our house tonight, you can have dinner there.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Are you sure your parents wouldn’t mind?” he asked worriedly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Positive!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We ride the bus to our house since I didn’t bring my bike to school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I opened the front door. “Mom, Dad, I’m home!”I signalled Ethan to follow me and place the clay beside table were the telephone was located. I found my Mom and Dad in the kitchen cooking some dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Hi mom! I brought a friend with me.” I waved Ethan to come closer to me. “Mom this is Ethan from my art class.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Harrington.” Ethan greeted while shaking my mom’s hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Nice to meet you too, Ethan.” My mom smiled. She seemed to like Ethan now! I mean, who wouldn’t?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And he did the same thing with Dad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Are you gonna stay for dinner?” Dad asked while slicing some carrots with Mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Yes, he will!” I answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“That’s good then! Coz I’m cooking my specialty tonight!” my mom said excitedly. “And I want you to be the first to taste it.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“It would be an honour.” Ethan said while putting his hand on his chest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Such a sweet boy.” My Mom said and then returned to her slicing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was dinner time and everyone was in their seats. Dad was in the center, then mom, Ben, and Joe. On the other side was Adrian, Ethan and me. Everyone seemed to like Ethan that night. We were laughing together at some jokes Ethan would share. Then I heard some footsteps from the stairs then it was walking towards the dining room. I was busy talking Ethan and the others were busy with their conversation. It all stopped when someone said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Who’s he? And why is he sitting on my chair?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everyone looked at the person who said those. It was well… you’ve guessed it, Kyle. And who said that Ethan’s chair was his chair? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426503852992554635-3898024172525746849?l=cathrelpatrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathrelpatrick.blogspot.com/feeds/3898024172525746849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426503852992554635&amp;postID=3898024172525746849' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426503852992554635/posts/default/3898024172525746849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426503852992554635/posts/default/3898024172525746849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathrelpatrick.blogspot.com/2007/11/chap-5-oh-great-im-starting-to-like-him.html' title='Chap 5: Oh great! I&apos;m starting to like him! urgh!'/><author><name>cathrel.rocks.but.sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00243798973217759181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://www.tankmiche.com/s/kylebb4b57.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426503852992554635.post-2173824788403755997</id><published>2007-11-24T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T05:24:27.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chap 4: Oh Great! I'm starting to like him! Urgh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chapter 4: Our house plumber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was still sleeping in my bed when I’ve heard some voices in my room. I half opened my eyes and I saw three boys which I can’t make out who. They were whispering to each other and laughing so quietly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I went back to my sleep and continue hugging my big pillow… but wait... my pillow doesn’t smell like my pillows…I have realized that I was hugging something that was not my pillow—oh my god! I totally forgot, Kyle was beside me and I am hugging his back! I quickly removed my hands and there was a loud laughter. I’ve realized that they were my brothers! They were laughing so hard that Kyle woke up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Morning.” Kyle smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Shut up, you dusky skips of cranky ape snot” I insulted. I’m not in a good mood for morning conversations. Kyle was shocked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I sat on my bed and looked at my alarm clock. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Oh facile ball of cantankerous donut!” I shouted. Yup, that’s my unique expression! “I’m so late!” It was 7 o’clock! But that’s impossible! I set my alarm to 5:30 am. Urgh! This is so not happening! I looked at my brothers who were still laughing and I said to them with an angry look. “Not a word!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I stood up on my bed while putting away my blanket which makes the bed all so wobbly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Somebody woke up from the wrong side of the bed..” Ben joked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Shut up, Ben!” I shouted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“And when he really says wrong side of the bed, he really means the wrong side of the bed!” Adrian added with a laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I tried ignoring them and went quickly to the bathroom and did my business. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I didn’t bother eating my breakfast coz I hardly have time! So I grabbed my lunch and ran to the front door with my bags. “Bye Mom!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Honey, you will not be using your bike to go to school today.” My mom stated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“What?” I said a loud. “Then what do you want me to do, walk there? Mom, I’m sorry but really have no choice but to use plan B. I’m late for school. And I do mean it by late this time!” I said in a hurry then went out of the door. I saw Kyle on our front door sitting there, playing with Delilah, my dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“I can drive you to school.” Kyle suggested. “My car just arrived this morning.”Like I have choice? Cars are faster than bikes! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Then what are we waiting for? Let’s go!” I told him in a what-are-you-waiting-for-then way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kyle and I went to his car which was on the side walk. I didn’t bother complimenting how wonderful his car is, this just isn’t the time, maybe next time. So I climbed in and place my bags at the backseat. Kyle started his car then we drove off to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;While we were on the road, I opened my lunch which was a sandwich and unwrapped it. I’ve noticed that Kyle looked at me bewildered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“What?” I asked. “I haven’t eaten my breakfast and I’m starving to death!” then I took my first bite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kyle laughed. Ya know, I may not have my driver’s license but if I will give this boy some advice, he better keep his eyes on the road! He turned on his music player which was playing “The great Escape” by Boys like girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just can’t help it! I love this song! Must sing! So I stopped eating for a while and started singing…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Throw it away, forget yesterday, we’ll make the great escape, we won’t hear a word--”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Woah! Woah! Woah!” Kyle interrupted me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I looked at him in a what way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“You should stick to your doodling, Cathrel. Coz you see… singing… just isn’t your forte!” he said to me like as if he’s giving me a really good advice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was offended. Yeah, I know I’m not a good singer but he doesn’t have to insult me! “Well, then if you say so mister-I-know-everything-so-leave-the-signing-business-to-me, sing it then!” I challenged him while finishing up my food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Wait a minute. I didn’t say that I’m good in singing.” He said while trying to keep his eyes on the road. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“But you were about to!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“I wasn’t!” he said in an annoyed way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Ya-uh!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Na-uh!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Ya-uh!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Na-uh!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then I heard some cars blowing their horns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Watch out!” I shouted when we were to hit a car. Kyle instantly stirred the wheel to the other side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“That was so close!” Kyle said who was relieved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Yeah, it was if wasn’t for me, you complete cake of fetid rabbit droppings!” I said while folding my hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He was about to hit me back when I said, “Save it, this is my stop. And make it good! Haha!” His car stopped and I climbed out of the car and got my bags on the backseat. I ran towards the gates quickly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“What? Not even a thank you or goodbye?” Kyle shouted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I turned back at him and made a courtesy bow and said, “Thank you so much, kind subhuman pot of putrid turkey giblets, sir! And Goodbye!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I saw him smiling at me. What? He was supposed to be angry or shouting some insults at me by now but he didn’t. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then I saw Kristine walking towards me with her books in hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Hi, Kristine. Why are you still out here?” I wondered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“OMG! A very cute guy is approaching us!” she said totally not listening to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I turned around to see who it was then I saw his ugly face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Cathrel, you left you’re hanky in the car.” He said while gasping for air. “Here.” He handed to me my green handkerchief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Gee, thanks, Kyle. Though you shouldn’t have to. I have an extra here.” I said while getting my hanky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Nah, I might mistake it as my car rug. Just look at how ruggish it looks like!” he said disgustingly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I thought he was too kind for a second but then he’s really a beast! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“You awkward deposit of fly-covered pig waste! And by the way, thanks for returning my ruggish hanky!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“You’re welcome stinking assortment of radioactive over-ripe tomatoes. It was my pleasure!” he said while smiling. Then he headed back to his car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I tried to look at my hanky, is it really that ugly? I mean, it has beautiful designs! Man, that Kyle must be really blind! I placed my hanky inside my pockect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“OMG! Who was that?” Kristine asked in a i-want-to-know-it-so-spill-it-out way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Ewww! Don’t tell me you’re interested in him? Oh and he’s Kyle, our house plumber!” I smiled. Wahhaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A.N.: Kyle is my plumber! hehe kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426503852992554635-2173824788403755997?l=cathrelpatrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathrelpatrick.blogspot.com/feeds/2173824788403755997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426503852992554635&amp;postID=2173824788403755997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426503852992554635/posts/default/2173824788403755997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426503852992554635/posts/default/2173824788403755997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathrelpatrick.blogspot.com/2007/11/chap-4-oh-great-im-starting-to-like-him.html' title='Chap 4: Oh Great! I&apos;m starting to like him! Urgh!'/><author><name>cathrel.rocks.but.sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00243798973217759181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://www.tankmiche.com/s/kylebb4b57.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426503852992554635.post-5984139866399375599</id><published>2007-11-24T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T05:16:30.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chap 3: Oh great! I'm Starting to like him! urgh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 3: Maybe he’s not that bad… is he?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We just had our dinner at 8 o’clock. Then I went to up to my room and I noticed that Kyle was following me. I was thinking maybe he would like to have some quality time with my brothers but then again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I opened my door and went to the bathroom and grabbed my towel then went back to my room again. Then Kyle went inside the bathroom and locked it. Okay, total silence, except for the closing and opening of doors and our footsteps. Yeah…yeah…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I went to my desk and grabbed a piece of paper and wrote something with my blue colour pencil. Just when I heard the flash of the toilet and Kyle reappeared, I gave him the paper and said, “That’s our bathroom schedule.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“What? We even have a schedule?” he looked at me puzzled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I nodded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“What if I really have to go?” I smiled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Then you’ll just have hold it!” Then I patted him on the back. Woah! That’s like my first time to pat him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“I mean, it’s not like I’m gonna burst in while you’re in the bathroom. I’m not like that Cath. As you can see, I have manners.” He said formally with matching hand in the air. Hmm.... Drama queen, uh I mean king… Oh doesn’t matter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Manners? Puhleeze!” I mumbled to myself and went inside the bathroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay so maybe now it’s the time for me to introduce you to my nemesis…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, Kyle Patrick Dickherber was my neighbour when I was still in grade school. He is like the wealthiest boy in our place, and I used to play with him coz you see… um… erm… I had a crush on him! There, I said my deepest secret, man, don’t ever tell that to him coz it will be like the end of the world! All the planets will collide, there will be the biggest tsunami, and all the volcanoes around the world will erupt altogether and... and… other horrible things…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I used to be the ugly-face-with-freckles-metal-mouth girl, and everyone kept calling me that, even my lil brother Adrian! And Kyle was the Mister-richie-rich-I-get-everything-I-want-I-can-insult-anyone-as-long-as-I-want-to boy. Man, so much for an adjective! He doesn’t go to a public or even a private school; he has his own private tutors, coz his parents don’t want other people interfering with his studies. So much for his social life… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;His parents are never at home that’s why he’s really such a loner, well maybe not coz his parents gave him everything he wanted. I can even remember that on his 6th birthday he got his trip ticket to France, then on his 7th he got his first electric guitar, I know coz I was there on his birthday, and his parents invited me though he doesn’t want me there. My gift to him was a book of rhymes, which my mom bought. I kept telling her not to waste her money on the brat, he’ll just put it aside and let it decompose, and guess what, he really did!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I walked out from the bathroom in my PJs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Finally! I’ve been waiting forever! What are you doing there anyway?” he sad out loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Trying to find a way to make you go away.” I answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Oh, really?” he asked mischievously. “We’ll see about that.” Then he entered the bathroom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I sat on the chair in the desk near my bed and took out my books to do my homework. Okay, first off, Anatomy and Physiology. I really love this subject. So I finished it for like 5 minutes. Next is Trigonometry. …. Hmmm… okay so maybe Jenn was right with the whole “Who ever invented this subject?” Man, I hate math! It sucks. I mean, who needs this whole measurement of angles? I mean it’s not like you are going to calculate what the angle is if placed your arm here and there… and if ever you will, you will look like a gibbering moron… sheez… so okay I’ll just leave that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got my other assignment in Advance Algebra, which was to answer Sudoku, so I got my Sudoku Sheet on my folder; I really need to finish this for like 2 hours! But maybe it will take me the whole night! Urgh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After 15 minutes Kyle went out of the bathroom with his t-shirt on and shorts and his hair was still wet. So he dried it off with his towel. I tried to observe him this time, okay.. So he got really tall… so tall for someone who’s just 16, hmmm… So thin, like I said “bamboo stick,” I tried to looked at his face while he was self combing his hair, he has those amazing brown eyes, well at least I think it’s brown.. I kept looking at his eyes trying to figure out what colour it really is and then I noticed that he smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“You like me.” He said annoyingly while smiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I shook my head and asked, “What?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“You were looking at my face for like 2 minutes!” he pointed out with a giggled. “I already know that I’m really handsome, Cathrel. Just don’t make it too obvious. You make me blush.” He joked while he blushed and placed his hands around his cheeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Eeew!” I screamed in disgust. Argh… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“C’mon just admit it, Cathrel. It will be our incy wincy tiny little secret.” He said with his baby voice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“How redundant!” I said then I returned to my Sudoku homework. I noticed a shadow in my desk. I turned around and said to Kyle. “What? What do you want?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He looked over to what I was doing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“What’s that?” he asked innocently. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“It is homework, what else could it be?” I answered him in a duh way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“I’m not dim-witted, I mean what up with all that boxes?” he asked obviously referring to my sudoku. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“You’re kidding right? It’s sudoku.. ya know.. You must fill in the boxes with numbers 1 to 9 without repetition in a row, column and by box.” I explained. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Then why are you not filling it up?” he asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Coz I find it hard, since there are only 10 boxes with numbers as clue. It’s meant to be difficult and time consuming.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Give it to me, lemme try it.” He asked while holding out his hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;OK.. how can he answer this if he doesn’t even know about this.. at least I wanna see him fail! Muwahahahha! *coughchokecough*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He held it and got one of my ball pens in my desk and sat on my bed. Then he began to answer. I wanna see that man-this-is-hard face. Wahahha! Okay.. this will take long, so to entertain myself I grabbed a book from my bookshelf and started reading the book I was reading entitled “twilight.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was just about to finish 3 pages of the book when suddenly Kyle placed the Sudoku on the book I was reading. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“You qui—“ I didn’t finish my sentence when I noticed that he already filled out 3 sudoku levels… without erasures. I bet there are lots of mistakes and repetition. I checked it and observed that no number has been repeated yet! “But how did you?” I asked him amazed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“It was easy as pie! Though I don’t really know how to bake a pie but yeah it was easy and fun!” he smiled. He seemed so proud of himself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Are you sure you’ve never played sudoku in your entire life? Ever?” I asked him in disbelief. No way can someone finish this at 15 minutes especially if it’s for the first time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Nope.” He shook his head. “But let’s just say… I’m a boy genius!” he smiled while moving his eyebrows up and down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh it doesn’t matter as long as my Sudoku is done... I’m fine with it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So it was sleeping time! Man, am I tired! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I jumped under my blanket and lay my head onto my pillow. Love pillows! They are just so comfy! Then to my surprise Kyle cuddled under my blanket too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Wait! What are you doing? This is my bed! You’re suppose to sleep on the floor!” I whispered to him since I don’t want to wake up the rest of the family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“You’re bed has lot of space, and can totally occupy another person. And I’ve told you I’m allergic to dust mites! And hush... I’m sleepy… so please keep your babbly mouth shut for once.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was surprised with his response. This is so not happening! I’m not comfortable sleeping with someone especially a guy! I might get nightmares! Horrible ones… okay.. that’s why they call it nightmare Cathrel.. sheesh…. Sometimes I just scare myself… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Fine! Then you must know that I don’t settle to one place in my sleep.” I said, a bit irritated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was a looooong night! I can’t seem to sleep with him by my side. I keep kicking him but he won’t budge, like he’s glued to the bed or something. I even got my whole blanket wrapped to my body leaving him blanketless… is that even a word? Then I noticed that he moved near me and hold onto my blanket and pulled it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Hey…” he mumbled with his eyes closed. “Give me some too… I’m cold here.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I looked at him and I stopped myself from laughing! Hahahha! His face is soo funny to look at! Someone should take a pic of this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I didn’t share him my blanket coz he just stopped and he seemed to return to his slumber... heavy sleeper… I looked at him again but my eyes wanted to close… and so it did…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A.N: Tell me what you think.. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426503852992554635-5984139866399375599?l=cathrelpatrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathrelpatrick.blogspot.com/feeds/5984139866399375599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426503852992554635&amp;postID=5984139866399375599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426503852992554635/posts/default/5984139866399375599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426503852992554635/posts/default/5984139866399375599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathrelpatrick.blogspot.com/2007/11/chap-3-oh-great-im-starting-to-like-him.html' title='Chap 3: Oh great! I&apos;m Starting to like him! urgh!'/><author><name>cathrel.rocks.but.sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00243798973217759181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://www.tankmiche.com/s/kylebb4b57.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426503852992554635.post-6669703645866216465</id><published>2007-11-24T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T05:42:37.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chap 2: Oh great! I'm staring to like him! urgh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 2: Great! My life is ruined!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I stood there horrified of the face I just saw. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wait! I could be dreaming! I slapped my face continuously while saying, “Wake up! Wake up!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I must have looked stupid slapping my face coz my family looked at me mystified.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Cathrel! Stop that! You’re hurting yourself.” My brother, Joe, suddenly shouted while grabbing my hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I looked at him confused, and then I looked at the face I despise to see. “Oh great! He’s real!” I groaned, and then I let my self fall to the nearest couch which I haven’t noticed where Kyle was sitting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Are you okay, honey?” My mom asked worriedly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Yeah, mom. Except that I want to know why that guy,” I looked for Kyle and then his head popped out of nowhere near me, “…him… here?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kyle smiled at me so widely. “Aww… you want to know why I’m here. That’s so cute!” he said while pinching both my cheeks. Aww… That hurts man! “I’m here coz I want to be with you!” he said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everyone laughed. I mean seriously, he’s obviously joking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Mom, I’m waiting for your answer. I can never extract some sap of truth from this..” Think of an insult! Fast! “..this… bamboo stick!” okay.. can’t think of an insult now, for his face is right in front of me. Can’t think straight! oh and did i mention he have those adorable dimples? OK wait! Stop thinking about how cute his smile is! Ok.. Stop!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Bamboo stick?” Kyle suddenly said and obviously he was offended. That’s good. “You half-rotten hairball from outer spice girls!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;his is what I hate about him! He’s good w/ insults! I think he can even publish a book of insults, he has a different one every time! Haha.. good thing I was prepared for this since I was um.. when was the last time I saw him.. um.. when we were seven I think…. Ha! I’m ready to let my bomb out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Accept the fact that you are a bamboo stick, you Ring-dotted, spudfooted, House trashing milkman!” I shouted back. Man! That felt good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Oh yeah?” he stood up and said right in my face, “Well, you're an anachronistic cannibalistic ignoramus!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I stood up and was about to shout back when Dad said. “That’s enough! When can the two of you stop hating each other and start liking one another?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was standing on my Dad’s left side with my hands crossed while Kyle was on the right side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Never gonna happen!” I whispered to myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“I can never like someone who’s an average stuck-up slam-dealer.” whispered Kyle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Of course I heard that! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Why you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Cathrel!” my Dad warned me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“But Dad! Didn’t you hear what he just said to your one and only daughter?” I looked at him feeling so unwanted. Like he wants that Kyle instead of me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“That’s not a way to treat a guest.” Dad added.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Well, he’s not even a special guest! How do you want me to treat him? Like as if he-will-stay-here-for-like-a-month treatment? I mean, you know what our past is, Dad.” I rolled my eyes. “When is he gonna leave?” I suddenly asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Cathrel!” my mom gave me the looked and so did my brothers. “Kyle is gonna stay with us for three weeks.” My mom stated slowly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I laughed so hard while holding onto Mom and Dad. “You’re kidding, right?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Nope!” they both said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Oh great! So where is he gonna sleep then?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“So this is your room?” Kyle asked. “Is it just me or do I see a single bed?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I asked too soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Nope, there’s another bed outside my window, feel free to sleep there. The breeze there is quite refreshing!” I answered sarcastically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kyle laughed. “Good one, Cath. OK so here’s the deal; I sleep on the bed since I’m the guest while you sleep on the floor. Deal?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“You’re kidding right? I sleep on the bed since I OWN this room and you sleep on the floor since that’s the only thing you can touch. All are off limits.” I said professionally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“I’m quite allergic to dust mites.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You may ask why on my room? As a matter of fact I also asked the same thing but my brothers said…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ben…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Joe and I may have like... the second biggest room, coz we like ya know share it and there can’t be anymore space for Kyle coz of our instruments. Ya know.. Joe’s guitars here… my keys there.. all around everywhere… ” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joe…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“What he said.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adrian…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“I study most of the time so my whole room is occupied with stuffs and I don’t want someone messing with them. Got it?” What? Adrian? He’s just a 13 year old kid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My folk’s reason I mean reasons why he should stay in my room….&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Get to know each other (puhleeze! I already know him! Thank you very much!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. I have lots of space in my room (it’s not my fault you don’t buy me lots of stuffs that can occupy the whole space!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. We are the only one that’s close (oh yeah? Then what’s with reason no. 1?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. It’s the only room where so much wind enters (I’m not the one who designed my room to be on the top floor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. It is the room less messy that time (I just cleaned my room yesterday, unlike my three brothers!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;A.N. OK again.. sorry for the grammars and all... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426503852992554635-6669703645866216465?l=cathrelpatrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathrelpatrick.blogspot.com/feeds/6669703645866216465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426503852992554635&amp;postID=6669703645866216465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426503852992554635/posts/default/6669703645866216465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426503852992554635/posts/default/6669703645866216465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathrelpatrick.blogspot.com/2007/11/chap-2-oh-great-im-staring-to-like-him.html' title='Chap 2: Oh great! I&apos;m staring to like him! urgh!'/><author><name>cathrel.rocks.but.sucks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00243798973217759181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='10' src='http://www.tankmiche.com/s/kylebb4b57.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5426503852992554635.post-8980987766995419662</id><published>2007-11-24T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T05:39:37.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh great! I'm staring to like him! urgh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;NOTE: Classmates.. don't suya me.. don't say.. "Feelers man ni si Cathrel ho!" hahhah hehhehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and ang characters diri na iban... like Ben = Ben Romans, Joe = Joe Guese, Adrian = Randomw guy, Joey = Joey Zehr, Ethan = Ethan my love Mentzer... and last Kyle = Impukrito na xa! Wahhahaahha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.. OK.. so i wanna make a story..i guess it will be short.. it depends if someone likes it.. i doubt it.. whahhhahha... i have diff characters that are not on the boards but my real friends... who like click five but not as obsessed as me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHAPTER 1: My Life was still peaceful until...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wake up! Wake up!" I heard someone shouted on my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the?" I said while covering myself w/ my 4 huge pillows. "5 more minutes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK." my brother said calmly. Don't believe him! "MOM! Cathrel peed on her bed again and she still won't get up!" he shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why you!" I said while throwing him one of my huge pillows. My mom didn't respond for she knows that it’s not true. I mean I stopped peeing on my bed when I was um.. 5? hahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed the school bus again. Let’s face it! I can NEVER get on the bus on time. So I always stick to Plan B: ride my bike. Though my mom kept telling me that I should start waking up at 5:30 so that I can never miss the bus coz I have like loads of bags everyday! We have 13 subjects! And she said that if I keep riding my bike I might meet an accident. *roll eyes* Moms... They’re all the same...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I arrived at school one minute to seven! haha! World record! Not late for once! yay for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Morning Cathrel!" Nikka greeted me. Nikka is my best friend... actually we're a group of BFFs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Morning Nik! Still depressed about your grade?" I asked. She’s really grade conscious... smart people... "Don't think about it, I mean there are like 12 more subjects! That was only trigonometry!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did someone say trigonometry?" Jenn suddenly said, she just popped out of nowhere! "That’s the easie----"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared at her then she looked at Nikka and said "--ekiest subject the world has ever invented! Man! Who invented that subject?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nice try, Jenn." nikka said slowly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Look on the Brightside..." I started looking around our classroom and suddenly spotted the person I was looking for, "..Joey can finally tutor you in that. He’s like the smartest guy in math!" I looked at her w/ a smile so wide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahem!" Candy suddenly sounded off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I said guy Candz! He's the smartest GUY in math and you're the smartest GIRL in math! Happy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candy just smiled and went back to her book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time to go home when I saw my campus crush, Ethan! I have classes with him in the one and only subject I love; ART! He’s like so good in art. One time he taught me how to blend colors that will come out white w/o using any white at all! He is a genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was staring at him then w/o noticing that he was smiling at me already! Ahh! But my fantasizing stopped when my cell phone rang! Urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly grabbed it from my bag and pressed the center button. “What?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Excuse me?” a voice from the other line answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Oh! Sorry mom. Um.. Why’d you call?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Come home quick. We have a visitor that you will surely be happy to see!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“OK.” I smiled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was so excited that I completely forgot about Ethan that I ran as quickly as I can! But I ran back because I forgot my bike! Silly me! But I had a quick stop at Mister Donuts... must buy those tiny donuts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at our house after 15 minutes and I quickly open our front door and placed my things near the stairs and quickly went to the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole family was there sitting and then I saw the back head of a boy just about my age. I was so excited to know who it is! I hope it’s who I think it is! I keep smiling and smiling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy realized that everyone’s eyes were on me, that he turned his head towards me and my smile turned upside down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh hi, Cathrel!” the boy smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to scream! This can’t be! No no no no! ahhhh! The boys was none other than my childhood ENEMY….KYLE PATRICK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.N.: hahaha.. ... okay got nothing else to say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5426503852992554635-8980987766995419662?l=cathrelpatrick.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cathrelpatrick.blogspot.com/feeds/8980987766995419662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5426503852992554635&amp;postID=8980987766995419662' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426503852992554635/posts/default/8980987766995419662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5426503852992554635/posts/default/8980987766995419662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cathrelpatrick.blogspot.com/2007/11/oh-great-im-staring-to-like-him-urgh.html' title='Oh great! 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