<?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-1243532760311985231</id><updated>2011-07-19T15:57:40.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of Renèe Lee</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surroundedbydarkness.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1243532760311985231/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surroundedbydarkness.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Winter Angel R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633765767157563344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FOG7-SzNsuo/TiWbfI9HPFI/AAAAAAAAAAc/iZ0qGUDCy_0/s220/Photo_00016.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1243532760311985231.post-3630845967349240250</id><published>2011-07-19T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T15:57:40.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 1: Finding Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I never understood why, but I was always the girl who stood out. The quiet, 'antisocial' one. That was only in elementary school. Over the years, it grew worse. The names got harsher, rumors were spread, and everyone believed them. Everyone, except one girl, Vivian Bay Prince. &amp;nbsp;She was the nice one, the girl I called my protector. She stood up for me since 6th grade when we met. Now, we're both 17. Seniors in high school, and still standing beside each other.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Finding the will to go on everyday was difficult, though, even with Vivian beside me. I don't know what started it, but they all despised me. I couldn't stand the dirty looks and whispers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I remember the day I found out, even if it was so long ago. Vivian told me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"Renée, there's something I need to ask you, somewhere private, if possible?" she said, sounding frightened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"Okay," I said skeptically, and followed her into the girl's bathroom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"You know that girl, Kiley Jackson?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I nodded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"She's spreading around a rumor that you've been... doing things to get money."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"What things?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"I... I don't want to say. It's just so horrible," she replied, her eyes starting to water.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I wrapped my arms around her and told her it was alright. For once in my life, I was finally the comforter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1243532760311985231-3630845967349240250?l=surroundedbydarkness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surroundedbydarkness.blogspot.com/feeds/3630845967349240250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surroundedbydarkness.blogspot.com/2011/07/chapter-1-finding-hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1243532760311985231/posts/default/3630845967349240250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1243532760311985231/posts/default/3630845967349240250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surroundedbydarkness.blogspot.com/2011/07/chapter-1-finding-hope.html' title='Chapter 1: Finding Out'/><author><name>Winter Angel R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633765767157563344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FOG7-SzNsuo/TiWbfI9HPFI/AAAAAAAAAAc/iZ0qGUDCy_0/s220/Photo_00016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1243532760311985231.post-4077166845362785006</id><published>2011-07-19T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T15:37:19.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Renée's Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;First of all, I'd like to say that&amp;nbsp;Renée is a fictional character, and her story is not true; COMPLETELY fictional. Any similarity to real names of people or situations are purely coincidental.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;This blog is basically to share her story. I love writing, and for some reason today, I just thought up&amp;nbsp;Renée and thought it would work... who knows, let's see. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Chapter 1 coming soon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;*Also, I do not take credit for any photos that are used in the blog. Credit goes to the rightful owners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;**One last thing: I will be writing in first person as&amp;nbsp;Renée, in case you didn't notice.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1243532760311985231-4077166845362785006?l=surroundedbydarkness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surroundedbydarkness.blogspot.com/feeds/4077166845362785006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surroundedbydarkness.blogspot.com/2011/07/story-of-renee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1243532760311985231/posts/default/4077166845362785006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1243532760311985231/posts/default/4077166845362785006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surroundedbydarkness.blogspot.com/2011/07/story-of-renee.html' title='Renée&apos;s Story'/><author><name>Winter Angel R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633765767157563344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FOG7-SzNsuo/TiWbfI9HPFI/AAAAAAAAAAc/iZ0qGUDCy_0/s220/Photo_00016.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
