<?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-5634749801911972668</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:53:41.734-08:00</updated><category term='synopsis'/><title type='text'>Between Love and Hate</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denanab-rbd.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634749801911972668/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denanab-rbd.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>denanab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10317424681617316647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NAZ3dqdqNs8/Skr1CKKmDYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KqYmbGmk8P4/S220/DyC.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634749801911972668.post-6817148136722905792</id><published>2010-06-03T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T07:40:08.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will continue writing!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Will continue writing!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If anyone is still reading I will continue writing. I had some problems but now I am free to write. I was also thinking of writing another one and ending this one soon. So write down your ideas please..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5634749801911972668-6817148136722905792?l=denanab-rbd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denanab-rbd.blogspot.com/feeds/6817148136722905792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denanab-rbd.blogspot.com/2010/06/will-continue-writing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634749801911972668/posts/default/6817148136722905792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634749801911972668/posts/default/6817148136722905792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denanab-rbd.blogspot.com/2010/06/will-continue-writing.html' title='Will continue writing!!!!!!!'/><author><name>denanab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10317424681617316647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NAZ3dqdqNs8/Skr1CKKmDYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KqYmbGmk8P4/S220/DyC.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634749801911972668.post-6589950124099781969</id><published>2009-12-17T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T00:54:32.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Capitulo 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Capitulo 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;               *****2 months later******&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, Chris. What are you still doing here? You should go home."&lt;br /&gt;Chris heard, Maria's mom Teresa telling him. He was uncomfortable from sleeping in the chair next to Maria's bed. Miranda was currently dozing on the extra bed they had gotten for the room.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm here until 3:30 today, then my flight leaves. I just wanted to spend some more time with her." He told Teresa as he held Maria's unmoving hand.&lt;br /&gt;"OK, I won't stop you, I just came to change the flowers, and then I'm off to work. You know, Chris I really want to thank you for paying for her hospital stay. I don't know where I would be without you and your father. Thank him for me. Please."&lt;br /&gt;I will, Teresa, just like I have for the past 2 million times that you have told me to thank him. And by the way, I'm doing this as much for you and for myself. I love this girl too much to just let some doctor prod and poke her."&lt;br /&gt;Teresa looked as Chris gave Maria's pale face a loving look. She was surprised that even though Maria and Chris only went out for a few times, Chris was so tied to her daughter. For the past two months, he was at Maria's bedside every chance he got. She could still remember the shocked look on his face, when she arrived at the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;              ****2 months earlier***&lt;br /&gt;"What's going on? Where's Maria?" Teresa asked a sullen looking Chris in the hospital waiting room. Miranda, Esme, Paul and Harry were all there with him.&lt;br /&gt;It was Esme who answered. "She's in the ICU. We can't go see her yet."&lt;br /&gt;Esme then teared up and Harry was the one to console her by hugging her close to his chest.&lt;br /&gt;"What's wrong with her? Why is she in Intensive Care? The doctor's said that her blackouts were never going to get so bad."&lt;br /&gt;She was shaking uncontrollably . Chris had her in his arms. She later thought that it felt more that he needed her support more than she needed his. It felt weird to to her, because she gave birth to the girl in the ICU. But when she saw how devoted Chris was to Maria, she knew that he cared far too much for her. Her only prayers were that Maria woke up and saw the man who loved her so much.&lt;br /&gt;"It wasn't a blackout this time. She was seizing after the police left. And apparently, her brain didn't get enough oxygen. That's all that they are telling us now." It was Harry who spoke the last sentence. She only met Harry a few times, but Theresa already liked him. He had a calming look about him. She realized that Miranda and Chris still didn't say anything.  It was 2 days later that they were allowed to see Maria. Who they were told was in a coma. She would wake up, but they didn't know when or how. They didn't know if she had any brain damage.&lt;br /&gt;                 ***** present time****&lt;br /&gt;Teresa changed the flowers and was sitting next to Chris when Harry and Esme entered the hospital suite. They came and visited as much as they could, but they had their own lives. They were a couple now. Teresa often wondered why they did not get together long before. They had known each other for 5 years, and yet they have an amazing chemistry that is just a little bit smaller than Maria and Chris's.&lt;br /&gt;The other couple, Miranda and Paul, entered after them. Both of them still felt extremely guilty for going out, and Teresa could still see the hurtful look on Paul's face when he looks at her daughter. Miranda told her, that she knew that Maria liked Chris more than she liked Paul. She still felt guilty, but less than Paul did.&lt;br /&gt;School was now over, and all three of them were graduated, even though Maria did not take her finals.&lt;br /&gt;Life went on, even for Maria, who was stuck in a hospital bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, chicos. I have to go to work. I will see some of you sooner than later." Teresa said as she got up 2 hours later.&lt;br /&gt;"We should go too, We need to go shopping for some stuff for the apartment" Harry said, as he and Esme got up.&lt;br /&gt;"We're leaving too, I have my first soccer game since my brace fell off, so I want to get going. I guess we're leaving you alone Chris." Paul said.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, don't worry about me, I have great company." Chris said without taking his eyes off of Maria's face.&lt;br /&gt;"I'll see you guys later." Chris told everyone as they left.&lt;br /&gt;He turned to Maria and sat closer to her. He took her hand in his own. He began crying.&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know how I'm going to survive without you, you have to wake up. I need you. I can't live without you. I know that I don't know you that well, but what I do know about you, I love that. I need the fighter in you to fight, to wake up. For me, for Miranda, and for your mom. I need to you in my life Maria. I love you." &lt;br /&gt;He kissed their jointed hands when she gave a little squeeze.&lt;br /&gt;"Maria....???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;****more are coming soon. I think my blogger problem has been fixed. This is about the thirtieth time that I am posting this chapter. It is 2:52 in the morning and I am tired. If it works, you'll get another chapter soon then.***&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hope  you like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5634749801911972668-6589950124099781969?l=denanab-rbd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denanab-rbd.blogspot.com/feeds/6589950124099781969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denanab-rbd.blogspot.com/2009/12/capitulo-14.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634749801911972668/posts/default/6589950124099781969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634749801911972668/posts/default/6589950124099781969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denanab-rbd.blogspot.com/2009/12/capitulo-14.html' title='Capitulo 14'/><author><name>denanab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10317424681617316647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NAZ3dqdqNs8/Skr1CKKmDYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KqYmbGmk8P4/S220/DyC.png'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634749801911972668.post-6282158764414576649</id><published>2009-12-03T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T21:30:23.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Capitulo 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Capitulo 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;After the police came and Maria woke up, she finally saw her father.&lt;br /&gt;He was still unconscious. Chris held her tightly as she bent over her fathers body.&lt;br /&gt;"I hope you rot in hell, scumbag."  She said as tears streamed down her face.&lt;br /&gt;She turned to Chris and sobbed into the crook of his shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me, Maria? Esme told us that this man is your father. Could we take a statement please?" One of the female officers asked her.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, of course." she told her," Ill be right back." she turned around and told Chris.&lt;br /&gt;"I'll be waiting."&lt;br /&gt;"Could you call Miranda for me, please? But not my mom. I want to be the one to tell her that he's been caught."&lt;br /&gt;"OK. I'll call her." &lt;br /&gt;Maria went and gave her statement away from everybody else. She didn't want everybody to know her history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The police went after Maria gave her statement. They took her father away. Miranda came and hugged her friend. Everybody was worried about Maria, but could gather the courage to ask her anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody was sitting around the cash desk when Vera showed up.&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, mis ninos. Are you guys OK? I was so worried when the police called me. And who are you?" Vera asked when she saw Phil sitting next to Miranda. Everybody was paired off.&lt;br /&gt;Maria-Chris, Esme-Harry, Miranda-Phil. Only Maria and Chris looked like an actual couple, even though they were officially nothing more than friends. Everybody else looked awkward.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm Phil. I'm a friend of Maria's. I'm just here for moral support."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh God, Vera. I am so sorry. This is the second time that I brought chaos to your store." Maria stood up and walked over to where Vera was standing "I'll leave. I promise you that you will not have more chaos in this store from me."&lt;br /&gt;"Maria. Don't talk about that. I love having you here. And chaos is a part of life. It's whats kept mine interesting for the past month. I can't thank you enough."&lt;br /&gt;"Vera, please don't talk like th...."Maria raised her hand and looked at it.&lt;br /&gt;"Look at my hand" she told everybody but nobody in general.&lt;br /&gt;It was shaking unconrollably. Then the shking went into her arm...shoulder....and her entire body. She was seizing, Nobody moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Since I lost my other ones, this one is a short one. I'll write more..I swear that I will. I promise you that Temporada 1 will finish by mid next week***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5634749801911972668-6282158764414576649?l=denanab-rbd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denanab-rbd.blogspot.com/feeds/6282158764414576649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denanab-rbd.blogspot.com/2009/12/capitulo-13.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634749801911972668/posts/default/6282158764414576649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634749801911972668/posts/default/6282158764414576649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denanab-rbd.blogspot.com/2009/12/capitulo-13.html' title='Capitulo 13'/><author><name>denanab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10317424681617316647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NAZ3dqdqNs8/Skr1CKKmDYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KqYmbGmk8P4/S220/DyC.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634749801911972668.post-2763014889632977085</id><published>2009-12-01T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T08:25:16.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE</title><content type='html'>OK, so to whoever is reading this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger wasn't working for me for some strange reason so I couldn't post anything.&lt;br /&gt;Also, my laptop had a virus so I lost the next 8 episodes, which means that I have to reawrite it all over again.&lt;br /&gt;I want to finish this season probably by next week sometime, so you might get 1 or more episodes a day.&lt;br /&gt;Season one will have 20 episodes, I'm not sure if there will be a second season.&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing a new episode today, so I'll probably post later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5634749801911972668-2763014889632977085?l=denanab-rbd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denanab-rbd.blogspot.com/feeds/2763014889632977085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denanab-rbd.blogspot.com/2009/12/update.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634749801911972668/posts/default/2763014889632977085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634749801911972668/posts/default/2763014889632977085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denanab-rbd.blogspot.com/2009/12/update.html' title='UPDATE'/><author><name>denanab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10317424681617316647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NAZ3dqdqNs8/Skr1CKKmDYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KqYmbGmk8P4/S220/DyC.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634749801911972668.post-2855144019153907262</id><published>2009-11-04T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T11:52:43.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Between Love and Hate - Capitulo 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Capitulo 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Maria, calm down. We won't let him in here. OK? You're safe in here. If he keeps going on like that then the alarm will go on and the cops will come." Esme told Maria who was just sobbing on the floor in Chris's arms.&lt;br /&gt;"O..K..' Maria said the two letters in between sobs. "I am so sorry, you guys. Ever since I met you, I've caused nothing but trouble. I'm so sorry"&lt;br /&gt;"Maria, don't even say that. You have not caused trouble. We all love you and will not let anything bad happen to you. " Chris told her as he held her closer.&lt;br /&gt;"Chris is right, mi amor. I love you like a sister. These past two weeks of working together have been great." Esme said as she held back tears, fearing for everybody's safety.&lt;br /&gt;The pounding just kept coming and coming.&lt;br /&gt;"Maria..open this damn door right now." They could hear from behind the closed door.&lt;br /&gt;Then the pounding stopped.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody looked around.&lt;br /&gt;"Maria...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mi amor, mi vida, mija&lt;/span&gt;. Open the door, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;por favor."&lt;/span&gt; Now the pounding turned to soft knocking.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh God." Maria sobbed into Chris's shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry bebe. Everything will be OK." Chris gave Esme and Harry a look of panic. 'Do something" he whispered.&lt;br /&gt;"Ay Dios, why aren't the police here yet?" It was Esme this time who sobbed.&lt;br /&gt;"It's gonna be OK, Esme" Harry told her as he gave her his hand.&lt;br /&gt;Esme took it and went into his embrace. She desperately needed some support.&lt;br /&gt;The pounding started becoming worse and worse with each coming minute.&lt;br /&gt;It seemed to them that hours had passed since the terror began but it couldn't have been longer than 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;"The cops will never come, you ungrateful bitch. The alarm you have on this building has been disarmed. No one, and I mean no one will keep you away from me. Your mother will pay for what she did to me. Sending me to jail for doing nothing worse than loving my daughter too much."&lt;br /&gt;Then the shots came. One...Two...Three...Four...Five..Six.....All aimed at the door. They could see the indentation of the bullets in the door.&lt;br /&gt;Maria, Esme, Harry and Chris sat there in shocked silence. The girl hiding their heads in the shoulders of Harry and Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it stopped. The shots, the pounding, hurtful words aimed at Maria, everything stopped.&lt;br /&gt;They looked at the door. Then another shot sounded off, but not at the door.&lt;br /&gt;They stood still, not even breathing.&lt;br /&gt;Then a soft knocking sound came.&lt;br /&gt;"Hello. Maria. Are you OK?"&lt;br /&gt;The voice was familiar but not from Maria's father.&lt;br /&gt;"Paul??"&lt;br /&gt;It was Chris who said his name.&lt;br /&gt;"Chris? Is that you? How's Maria?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah it's me.Maria's fine."&lt;br /&gt;Chris signaled to Harry that they should go open the door. Both girls went with them with their arms around their waists. Their eyes red from the tears that they shed.&lt;br /&gt;"Paul, are you alone?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, I'm alone. I just came to check with Maria about our project and I saw this a**hole pounding out the door."&lt;br /&gt;"Where is he now?" Chris asked Paul carefully.&lt;br /&gt;"He's here. On the floor. I shot him." Paul said the last part slowly.&lt;br /&gt;"Is he dead?" It was Maria who asked this question.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not sure. I'm not going to check if he is either. Can you guys open the door please?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, sure." Harry said.&lt;br /&gt;He opened the door carefully. Chris was shielding Maria with his body in case that the sorry excuse of a father tried to hurt her again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul came in. He tried to hide his discomfort at the fact that Maria was holding Chris so tightly. Instead he looked at Harry and Esme, who were apart but still held hands.&lt;br /&gt;"What happened? Who was that guy?" Paul asked.&lt;br /&gt;"We don't know. " Chris said this. He didn't feel like disrespecting Maria's privacy. He had a feeling that her father is at fault for all the fainting spells.&lt;br /&gt;It was then that Chris felt Maria go limp in his arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5634749801911972668-2855144019153907262?l=denanab-rbd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denanab-rbd.blogspot.com/feeds/2855144019153907262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denanab-rbd.blogspot.com/2009/11/between-love-and-hate-capitulo-12.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634749801911972668/posts/default/2855144019153907262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634749801911972668/posts/default/2855144019153907262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denanab-rbd.blogspot.com/2009/11/between-love-and-hate-capitulo-12.html' title='Between Love and Hate - Capitulo 12'/><author><name>denanab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10317424681617316647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NAZ3dqdqNs8/Skr1CKKmDYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KqYmbGmk8P4/S220/DyC.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634749801911972668.post-4244940670631936221</id><published>2009-10-23T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T15:08:29.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Between Love and Hate - Capitulo 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Capitulo 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Maria, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mija&lt;/span&gt;. Open your eyes." Maria heard her mom, Teresa, ask her.&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, what's going on? I had the worst dream."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mija&lt;/span&gt;. It wasn't a dream. I'm so sorry. I really wish it wasn't." Teresa started to cry.&lt;br /&gt;"On, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mama, &lt;/span&gt;don't cry. It's gonna be OK. I know it is. He doesn't know where I am or who I am now."&lt;br /&gt;"I'm so afraid"&lt;br /&gt;"Don't be. I'm not. See, I'm perfectly fine. He can't hurt me anymore. I had training IF he finds me."Maria was looking for something to distract her mom with."Besides, I have two hot strong guys that are willing to fight for me, well, they can fight WITH me too."&lt;br /&gt;"What two guys? You never tell me anything. And don't think that you distracted me from thinking about him, I'm still going to worry."&lt;br /&gt;"OK, mama. You just worry, but it's pointless to do so. Regardless, the two guys are just new friends that I met at Trauma. Scratch that, one of them is a guy that I met at Trauma, the other one is a friend from school. They're nothing special, mama."&lt;br /&gt;"Are you sure, honey? Maybe they could be?"&lt;br /&gt;"Mama, they're nothing more to me than friends, and I'm nothing more to them than a friend. That won't change." Maria immediately thought about Chris and the kisses that they shared together. She melted.&lt;br /&gt;"Mama, I have to go to work."&lt;br /&gt;"No, you're not going to work. I'm not letting you out of this house."&lt;br /&gt;"Mama, you have to let me go. We need the money and besides, I'll be more secure at Trauma than I will be at home. You know how safe the security system is at Vera's."&lt;br /&gt;"OK, you can go. But I want you to call me every half an hour. If you don't, I'm coming down there."&lt;br /&gt;"Fine, mom."&lt;br /&gt;"Don't mom me, it's mama"&lt;br /&gt;"Fine, mama. I'll see you later tonight OK?"&lt;br /&gt;"You better." Teresa said as she gave her daughter a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Esme? Are you there? Open the door." Maria said as she waited outside of Trauma.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm here. Sorry, I was in the back and was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn't hear you calling. Are you all right?" Esme came out breathless.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm fine Esme. Don't worry about me."&lt;br /&gt;"OK, well then get inside and start to work. We just got a new shipment from Vera and we need to organize it. Luckily we're not expecting many people today."&lt;br /&gt;"OK, let me just leave my things by the cash register and then I'll come help."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maria, will you get that. I'm stuck in these beaded shirts and can't get out" Esme called out from the far back.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, I'll get it. Don't worry."&lt;br /&gt;It took Maria a couple of minutes to get through all the boxes and hangers but she finally reached the register and looked at the screen which broadcasted the camera outside the main door.&lt;br /&gt;She couldn't help but smile. Even though her life is a personal hell since this afternoon, Chris still made her smile.&lt;br /&gt;She went to the door and opened it.&lt;br /&gt;"You know, if you make it a habit of opening the doors so late, I'll stop coming here." Chris said as soon as he saw Maria.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry, it took me a while to get out of the back room. Hi Chris! Hi Harry!"&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, Maria. Is Esme here?" Harry asked her. She saw his eyes light up when she said that she was in the back room and that if he didn't mind, he could go in the back and ask if she needed help.&lt;br /&gt;"You know, we should do something to bring those two together. They have eyes for each other and everyone except them can tell." Maria said to Chris as he brought her closer to him.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah we should. But first, I want to say 'Hi'."&lt;br /&gt;"But you already said it." Maria said even though she knew what was going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I want to say it differently." Chris said as he kissed Maria.&lt;br /&gt;They stood there for a long time before Maria heard the bell ring.&lt;br /&gt;"Damn it" she whispered "let me just go check who it is and I'll be back."&lt;br /&gt;"OK. You know, if you want to quit and send time with me that's completely OK with  me." Chris said as Maria walked to the register.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, that sounds great. Except I need th........" Maria's blood ran cold in her veins. She didn't feel the calm and knew that she was not going to faint.&lt;br /&gt;"Maria? What's wrong? Who is it? Is it that Paul kid?"&lt;br /&gt;"Maria, why aren't you answering the bell." She heard Esme ask as she came in the front room with Harry trailing behind her.&lt;br /&gt;"What's wrong with her, Chris?" Harry asked from behind Esme.&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know. Maria, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bebe&lt;/span&gt;. Who is it? Do you know that guy? Is that your dad? He looks just like you."&lt;br /&gt;Maria noticed that the three of them had come to see the little TV.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, that's him. Do not let him in here. Please don't." And then she broke down and started sobbing while the sound of the bell and soon the sound of something hitting the door forcefully rang around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5634749801911972668-4244940670631936221?l=denanab-rbd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denanab-rbd.blogspot.com/feeds/4244940670631936221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denanab-rbd.blogspot.com/2009/10/between-love-and-hate-capitulo-11.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634749801911972668/posts/default/4244940670631936221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634749801911972668/posts/default/4244940670631936221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denanab-rbd.blogspot.com/2009/10/between-love-and-hate-capitulo-11.html' title='Between Love and Hate - Capitulo 11'/><author><name>denanab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10317424681617316647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NAZ3dqdqNs8/Skr1CKKmDYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KqYmbGmk8P4/S220/DyC.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634749801911972668.post-4867892224432083142</id><published>2009-10-21T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T10:53:29.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Between Love and Hate - Capitulo 10</title><content type='html'>Capitulo 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Listen, about the kiss. I know that it just slipped out. I’m not mad and I’m definitely not a child so don’t feel bad about kissing me. I don’t know why you did it, but just don’t feel bad about it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Listen, Maria. I will never feel bad about that kiss. The only thing that I feel bad about is that Paul guy seeing us kiss and making you feel embarrassed. Trust me, if I did not want to kiss you, then I wouldn’t have.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You really feel that way?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria was surprised when she felt the car slowing down and the finally stopping at the side of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If I didn’t feel this way, would I do this then?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s when Chris leaned in and gave her the best kiss of her life. This kiss was much better than the first one they shared, but still Maria was cautious and did not lean into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I won’t hurt you.”Chris said with her face between his hands and his so close to hers that she could feel his breath on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria broke off all contact with Chris. She could not not squeeze farther away from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m sorry Chris, but I’m just not ready for a relationship.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why is that? Can you tell me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m sorry but I just can’t. To tell you the reason for that would be to give my soul away to someone copletely. There are only 5 people in this world that know what happened to me and none of those have hurt me so far. I can’t risk telling anyone else. This secret is the only one that I would give my life for so that no one finds out.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“OK. I wont ask you anymore.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, Chris. I can’t ask that of you. “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How about this Maria. We won’t talk about it anymore at all. Don’t tell me the secret and why you keep fainting but please don’t think about it when we’re together. I want you to only think happy thoughts when you’re with me, even when you’re not with me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fine, won’t think of anything that makes me upset.” Maria said with a smile on her face,”except our fight in Trauma.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“OK” Chris was now smiling too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So start the car and lets go.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Can I do something first?” Chris asked with a serious look on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he kissed her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what seemed like hours but still too short, Maria broke the kiss off and asked Chris to drive her home. She felt truly happy. She hadn’t felt like this in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she got out of the car, he gave her another kiss and told her that he would see her later that night. When she asked what he meant, he told her that He was planning on coming to Trauma every night that she was working unless he had an urgent meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she entered her house, Maria was surprised to see her mom sitting in the living room, crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mom, what’s going on?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mom turned around with a painful look on her face and a paper in her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He’s back, mija. He’s getting out of jail.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria felt the calm coming over her again. Then she felt nothing at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5634749801911972668-4867892224432083142?l=denanab-rbd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denanab-rbd.blogspot.com/feeds/4867892224432083142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denanab-rbd.blogspot.com/2009/10/between-love-and-hate-capitulo-10.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634749801911972668/posts/default/4867892224432083142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634749801911972668/posts/default/4867892224432083142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denanab-rbd.blogspot.com/2009/10/between-love-and-hate-capitulo-10.html' title='Between Love and Hate - Capitulo 10'/><author><name>denanab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10317424681617316647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NAZ3dqdqNs8/Skr1CKKmDYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KqYmbGmk8P4/S220/DyC.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634749801911972668.post-508662847433155134</id><published>2009-10-21T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T14:57:15.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Between Love and Hate - Capitulo 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Capitulo 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Maria came into class with Paul slowly trailing after her. She didn't know what to say. He looked fine, but she sensed that he didn't really like the kiss. She really wanted to go back and not kiss Chris. But he is a great kisser. She didn't know what she wanted right now. She liked both of them even though she knew that they were probably around her to make her look bad once they do something to her. She was not the type of person that had guys liking her, let alone 2 VERY hot guys after her.&lt;br /&gt;She was still thinking about it when she sat down that she didn't even notice Paul sit next to her.&lt;br /&gt;When Miranda came in, Maria was finally somewhat coherent. Miranda did not say anything but she did give Maria a weird look and sat down on the other side of Maria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;why is="" paul="" sitting="" down="" next="" to="" and="" what="" happened="" today="" at="" i="" sensed="" some="" kind="" tension="" between="" the="" three="" of=""&gt;&lt;&lt;/why&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Why is Paul sitting next to you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;why is="" paul="" sitting="" down="" next="" to="" and="" what="" happened="" today="" at="" i="" sensed="" some="" kind="" tension="" between="" the="" three="" of=""&gt;What happened at lunch today? I sensed some tension between the 3 of you today.?&lt;br /&gt;Miranda passed the note to Maria so that Paul would not see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/why&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;nothing why="" sitting="" next="" he="" walked="" class="" and="" that="" s="" i="" don="" t="" know="" anything="" about="" what="" is="" happening="" to="" me="" right=""&gt; Maria wrote back, she handed the paper back to Miranda with such force that her hand had turned beet red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i know="" that="" something="" happened="" don="" t="" deny="" did="" chris="" make="" you="" faint="" though="" he="" knew="" not="" upset="" was="" i="" ll="" kill="" whoever="" it="" no="" one="" is="" allowed="" to="" hurt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;no made="" chris="" kissed="" paul="" saw="" don="" what="" know="" re="" all="" over="" so="" can="" later="" no="" one="" outside="" my="" and="" jerry="" has="" liked="" enough="" to="" not="" really="" like="" both="" of="" them="" but="" m="" just="" too="" afraid="" that="" if="" they="" hurt="" this="" time="" i="" won="" t="" you="" remember="" how="" hard="" it="" was="" for="" me="" the="" first=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/no&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;no made="" chris="" kissed="" paul="" saw="" don="" what="" know="" re="" all="" over="" so="" can="" later="" no="" one="" outside="" my="" and="" jerry="" has="" liked="" enough="" to="" not="" really="" like="" both="" of="" them="" but="" m="" just="" too="" afraid="" that="" if="" they="" hurt="" this="" time="" i="" won="" t="" you="" remember="" how="" hard="" it="" was="" for="" me="" the="" first=""&gt;"Maria, what in the world are you talking about? People adore you, even if you don't see it. The popular kids are just jealous. Have you seen the looks they give you dyed your hair. You look AMAZING. Anyone who tells you different is blind. You're the nicest person I know. You survived because you fought for survival. This time you will not fight for survival because there will be no need for a fight. If you want I'll talk to both of them and then I'll tell you if they're in this to hurt you or not. I know without even talking to them that they do not want to hurt you.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;no, talk="" ll="" be="" don="" t="" want="" to="" write="" i="" m=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ok, but="" i="" want="" talk="" to="" tonight="" once="" you="" get="" off="" of=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria took the and crumpled it up and threw it in the recycling bin behind her. She was not up to talking anymore.&lt;br /&gt;She felt Paul sitting next to her quietly. She wondered what he was thinking. Whether he really liked her or was just with her to hurt her.&lt;br /&gt;She the realized that the entire classroom was writing in their notebook. 'Answering questions, probably.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ok,&gt;&lt;/no,&gt;&lt;/no&gt;&lt;/nothing&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;She got up and walked to Mrs. Smith's desk. She saw Maria and Paul look at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Excuse me, Mrs. Smith. I really don`t feel very well, do you mind if I leave early and go home."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i know="" that="" something="" happened="" don="" t="" deny="" did="" chris="" make="" you="" faint="" though="" he="" knew="" not="" upset="" was="" i="" ll="" kill="" whoever="" it="" no="" one="" is="" allowed="" to="" hurt=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"Do you have all the questions for the assignment?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I do Mrs. Smith."&lt;br /&gt;"OK. Go get your stuff and you can leave quietly."&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you very much."&lt;br /&gt;As Maria turned around and went to her desk to get her books she saw that both Miranda and Paul were looking at her like they didn't take their eyes away during her conversation with Mrs. Smith.&lt;br /&gt;"What's going on?" Miranda whispered to her as she got her stuff.&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing. I'm just not feeling well, that's all. I'll talk to you tonight after work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she walked out of the main doors of the school she saw Chris walking toward her.&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing here?" She asked him.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, my meeting was canceled and I thought that I could come and wait for you here."&lt;br /&gt;"But classes don't end until 3:30 and it's 1:30. You would've waited 2 hours for me?"&lt;br /&gt;"Why not. How come you're not in class?"&lt;br /&gt;"I wasn't feeling well so I was gonna go home."&lt;br /&gt;"Are you OK? You wont faint, will you?"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm fine, don't worry. I won't faint. I'm fine physically."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, you are." he muttered so that she barely heard him "So do you need a ride home?"&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at the school, she saw Miranda at the door.&lt;br /&gt;"Sure, I need a ride."&lt;br /&gt;And she went to his car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5634749801911972668-508662847433155134?l=denanab-rbd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denanab-rbd.blogspot.com/feeds/508662847433155134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denanab-rbd.blogspot.com/2009/10/between-love-and-hate-capitulo-9.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634749801911972668/posts/default/508662847433155134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634749801911972668/posts/default/508662847433155134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denanab-rbd.blogspot.com/2009/10/between-love-and-hate-capitulo-9.html' title='Between Love and Hate - Capitulo 9'/><author><name>denanab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10317424681617316647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NAZ3dqdqNs8/Skr1CKKmDYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KqYmbGmk8P4/S220/DyC.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634749801911972668.post-8036671811884846105</id><published>2009-10-20T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T10:00:04.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Between Love and Hate - Capitulo 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Capitulo 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Align Center" class="gl_align_center" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Oh my God. What is going on with me? I'm a SLUT', Maria thought as she distanced herself from Chris.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Paul, Oh My God!!! What happened to your leg." Maria tried but saw that she failed to distract Paul from what he just saw.&lt;br /&gt;"I was running down the stairs in my house this morning and fell. It's OK though, only a little break.It's not too bad." Maria saw that Paul still had that hurt look on his face.&lt;br /&gt;She looked at Chris and saw that he looked confused, but he kept his distance as if he didn't know what was happening.&lt;br /&gt;"Umm, Chris this is Paul, a guy I go to school with. Paul this is Chris, he's a customer at Trauma."&lt;br /&gt;Both guys looked confused at her description of them. They both thought that they were more to her than that.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm really sorry I was late, but as you can see I couldn't really just not go to the hospital as much as I wanted to be here." Paul said to Maria, completely ignoring Chris.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, That's OK, Paul. I was here to keep her company." Chris said as he put his arm around Maria's waist.&lt;br /&gt;Maria saw Paul look at Chris's hand and take a step back.&lt;br /&gt;'What is going on with them?"Maria thought at the same time as the guys thought 'This is a competition. Don't you dare think about taking her from me before I even had a chance with her'&lt;br /&gt;"MARIA...MARIA" Someone was yelling on the other side of the school.&lt;br /&gt;Miranda came around the corner and took a double take.&lt;br /&gt;She came toward Maria and tried to talk only to her, but it was really hard when there were two very hot guys right next to her. She was excited enough that it was easy to not pay much attention to the two boys who stared at the dark brown haired beauty that was talking too fast for them to comprehend what she was saying.&lt;br /&gt;"Guess what? I was just at student council and we're having a dance. Like a we-haven't-had-a-before-spring-break-dance-so-we're-having-it-now type of thing. AND, we're doing it girl's choice and costumes. Not Halloween type costumes but the really pretty 18th century ones. We got Mel's Costumes to donate all the costumes for the dance. Remember that old-time movie they shot here this winter. Well, they left ALL their costumes to Mel so we get them, but just for the dance." Miranda stopped and took a deep breath. She was feeling woozy.&lt;br /&gt;"That's great Miranda, but when is it and you know that I always have to be on call for Trauma so I can't plan many things without calling Vera first and she's in Mexico for another 2 weeks."&lt;br /&gt;Miranda said. She realized that the guys were both looking at Miranda and her with a weird look on their faces.&lt;br /&gt;"Well Mel said that he could only give us the costumes for the Saturday 3 weeks from now so that's good for us and for you. We have enough time to publicize the dance and you have enough time to talk to Vera. Oh yeah. BTW, the dance is only for seniors. Its the prom before the prom. They're having a dance for the other years in the gym on the same night so that they don't feel left out. OMG. I can't believe that I didn't say this, but the dance is at the ROYAL HOTEL. Apparently they were feeling really charitable when Lauren called them just to try getting it. We got it for FREE. This is beginning to be the best time of our lives. And its our last year. Listen I have to go talk to Mr. Rusnak about the test we're having tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;"Bye Miranda," Maria said.&lt;br /&gt;"Bye chica" Chris said with a laugh " It was great meeting you."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I'm really sorry. You must be Chris. I'm Miranda. Maria has told me so much about you. Bye Paul. Nice seeing you" Maria said with a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;"Bye Miranda" Paul said.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Maria, I'm really sorry, but I have to go, I have a meeting and I'll be late if I don't leave now. I'll see you later, OK?" Chris said.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, don't worry about it. I'll see you at Trauma, you're coming by tonight to pick up the order for your mom right?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, I'll come by later. Even if I didn't have to pick it up, I would be there."&lt;br /&gt;Chis gave Maria a peck on the cheek as he got into some kind of car that Maria knew had to be expensive.&lt;br /&gt;"So, are you going to class?" Chris asked Maria.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, are you?"&lt;br /&gt;"I was planning on it. Want to go together?"&lt;br /&gt;"Sure, why not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5634749801911972668-8036671811884846105?l=denanab-rbd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denanab-rbd.blogspot.com/feeds/8036671811884846105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denanab-rbd.blogspot.com/2009/10/between-love-and-hate-capitulo-8.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634749801911972668/posts/default/8036671811884846105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634749801911972668/posts/default/8036671811884846105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denanab-rbd.blogspot.com/2009/10/between-love-and-hate-capitulo-8.html' title='Between Love and Hate - Capitulo 8'/><author><name>denanab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10317424681617316647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NAZ3dqdqNs8/Skr1CKKmDYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KqYmbGmk8P4/S220/DyC.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634749801911972668.post-544529025561566485</id><published>2009-08-04T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T09:48:32.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Between Love and Hate - Capitulo 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Capitulo 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Maria was in her usual lunch spot. She expected nothing from Paul She knew that he wouldn't show up. After all, he was popular and she wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;She waited for him and wasn't surprised when he didn't show up. She was a little bit disappointed, but not surprised.&lt;br /&gt;She started packing her stuff after 15 minutes and was startled when she saw a familiar figure in the school parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;"Maria!?! Hey what's up?"&lt;br /&gt;"Chris?!?!?! What are you doing here?"&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing much. Just thought to see how you were. You're OK, right? You won't pass out in front of me right now? I mean, if you are just let me know. I need a heads up." Chris said with a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Maria couldn't help it, so she laughed too.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm fine. Don't worry. I won't pass out...I think."&lt;br /&gt;Chris's face turned white.&lt;br /&gt;"You really scared me last night, Maria. I didn't know what to do. I thought that I did something and I wasn't aware of it." Chris  was serious.&lt;br /&gt;"Chris, hey Chris" Maria said because Chris was shaking and his eyes were tearing up.&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry, OK. I'm fine. You don't have to worry. See?" Maria was smiling and holding her hands at either side of Chris's face.&lt;br /&gt;"What happened to you, Maria? Why do you pass out so often? You're practically best friends with the paramedics."&lt;br /&gt;"I can't tell you that, Chris." Maria said as she started crying, shaking and remembering.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, Maria. It's OK. You don't have to say anything, all right? I was just worried about you." Chris took Maria in his arms, hugged her and made her calm down and stop shaking. She was still crying.&lt;br /&gt;"I can't tell you that Chris, I'm sorry." Maria kept repeating over and over.&lt;br /&gt;Chris held her until she calmed down.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, you know what?" Chris asked Maria with a smile on his face.&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;" I have NEVER felt about anyone else the way that I feel about you. I hope you don't mind me saying this, but I have a connection with you, that I never had with anybody ever before. The other Chris wouldn't even care about you,but ever since you opened the door yesterday. I can't help it. Gosh, was it all yesterday. i feel like it's been forever ago."&lt;br /&gt;"Chris, stop it, you're babbling. And I feel strangely the same way. Although, I'm pretty inexperienced when it comes to that stuff."&lt;br /&gt;"If I try something, do you promise you won't hit me or faint on me or do anything rash."&lt;br /&gt;"I promise"&lt;br /&gt;Chris slowly leaned in to kiss Maria. His lips touched hers and firework went off in Maria's head. She was the one that leaned into him. The force of their kiss made them lean against Chris's car. Maria never experienced something like this before.&lt;br /&gt;" Hey Maria."&lt;br /&gt;She heard someone calling from behind her. 'If it's Miranda, I'm gonna kill her.' Maria thought.&lt;br /&gt;Chris slowly made their lips separate and told Maria to turn around.&lt;br /&gt;When Maria turned around, she saw that it wasn't Miranda.&lt;br /&gt;It was Paul. Standing with crutches and a cast on his foot.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, he said." With a hurt look on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5634749801911972668-544529025561566485?l=denanab-rbd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denanab-rbd.blogspot.com/feeds/544529025561566485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denanab-rbd.blogspot.com/2009/08/between-love-and-hate-capitulo-7.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634749801911972668/posts/default/544529025561566485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634749801911972668/posts/default/544529025561566485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denanab-rbd.blogspot.com/2009/08/between-love-and-hate-capitulo-7.html' title='Between Love and Hate - Capitulo 7'/><author><name>denanab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10317424681617316647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NAZ3dqdqNs8/Skr1CKKmDYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KqYmbGmk8P4/S220/DyC.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634749801911972668.post-2736676263018526610</id><published>2009-07-31T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T09:50:28.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Between Love and Hate - Capitulo 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Capitulo 6&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Hello," Maria said groggily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; She just woke up.&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, Maria." The voice on the other end of the line said.&lt;br /&gt;"Who is this and why are you calling this early in the morning?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I'm sorry. I thought that you would be on your way to school. It's Paul, by the way."&lt;br /&gt;Maria immediately woke up.&lt;br /&gt;"What time is it?"&lt;br /&gt;"It's 8am. I'm sorry if I woke you, I just wanted to know about our lunch. Yesterday you said that you would think about it. So?"&lt;br /&gt;"So what?"&lt;br /&gt;"So have you thought about it? Are we going out to lunch today?"&lt;br /&gt;"Umm...yeah. Why not. This week is a dream anyway."&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, so I'll see you at Lunch. Where are you sitting?"&lt;br /&gt;"The same place I always sit. In the back of the school, alone."&lt;br /&gt;"Alone?, why alone? I thought that you and Miranda did everything together."&lt;br /&gt;"Miranda has student council at lunch everyday, and I'm not exactly Miss. Popular. Plus, there is no one else behind the school and I like being alone."&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry to cut you off Miranda, but I have to go. If I'm not in school in 10 minutes, Mr. Harrison will kill me. I've been late way too many times."&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, sure no problem. I have to get ready too."&lt;br /&gt;"OK. See you at lunch. Don't bail on me."&lt;br /&gt;"I won't. bye Chr... um bye Paul"&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is wrong me with me, Maria thought, 2 days ago no one talked to me, now I have two cute guys paying attention to me. OMG, what time is it. I have to be in school 10 minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;Maria got ready in record time and was only 3 minutes late to class, since Mr. Harrison was also late. When she came in, Paul gave her a wave, which she returned. Every one in class turned when she sat down. Miranda just smiled and said "I told you he likes you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&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/5634749801911972668-2736676263018526610?l=denanab-rbd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denanab-rbd.blogspot.com/feeds/2736676263018526610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denanab-rbd.blogspot.com/2009/07/between-love-and-hate-capitulo-6.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634749801911972668/posts/default/2736676263018526610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634749801911972668/posts/default/2736676263018526610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denanab-rbd.blogspot.com/2009/07/between-love-and-hate-capitulo-6.html' title='Between Love and Hate - Capitulo 6'/><author><name>denanab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10317424681617316647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NAZ3dqdqNs8/Skr1CKKmDYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KqYmbGmk8P4/S220/DyC.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634749801911972668.post-42649873901812793</id><published>2009-07-23T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T21:21:17.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Between Love and Hate - Capitulo 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Capitulo 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Hey, Jerry. I'm really sorry. They didn't know what to do, I guess" Maria said as she slowly stood up.  Chris wanted to stand there to give her support but Jerry was already by her side and checking her eyes and heart beat.&lt;br /&gt;"You have to be careful, chica. You know that you're not allowed to get upset. "&lt;br /&gt;Jerry's partner was back in the ambulance talking back to home base while .Harry and Esme were looking at each other awkwardly. Chris knew that Esme was embarrassed by the way she acted, and he also knew that Harry liked that Esme got so close to him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Jerry was scolding Maria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Now you have to pay for us coming here for nothing. Your mom will be really angry, and then we'll have to come here again."&lt;br /&gt;"Mama will understand. And I have a job now, I can pay for the ambulance with my first paycheck."&lt;br /&gt;Chris decided that now was the time to speak up.&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me? Maria what's going on? Has this happened before?""&lt;br /&gt;Maria's smile vanished as she looked at Chris.&lt;br /&gt;"Umm... yeah. It happened once or twice. It's just that whenever I get really upset, I just black out. Usually all I need is mouth to mouth so that my lungs get get air, but you guys didn't know that." Maria did not want to tell the full story to everybody. Besides her mom, Miranda and Jerry, no one knows why this happens.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm fine now. Good as normal." Maria added as she noticed that Esme, Harry and Chris had worried looks on their faces.&lt;br /&gt;"OK. Maria. You're fine now. You're heart rate is back to normal and your blood pressure is regular. We're gonna go now. Unfortunately, you'll get a bill in the next 2 weeks." Jerry said as he started packing up.&lt;br /&gt;" Thanks Jerry, hopefully I won't see you again." Maria said standing up. She walked Jerry back yo the ambulance.&lt;br /&gt;"Hopefully, querida."&lt;br /&gt;Chris was looking at Maria and he was extremely worried about her. This isn't normal. It should not happen.&lt;br /&gt;"OK, you guys can get back shopping." Maria said when she came back, she had a beautiful smile on her face, but Chris saw that she was worried about something.  He  realized that she didn't say everything that there was to say about why get got blackouts.&lt;br /&gt;"Maria, are you really OK?" The voice came behind Chris. It was Esme.&lt;br /&gt;" Yeah, Esme. I'm fine. I'm used to this already. As long as you guys don't overly upset me, I'll be fine." She said the last part while looking only at Chris.&lt;br /&gt;Esme left with Harry to look at some jeans. She kept her distance from him though.&lt;br /&gt;Chris decided to get some courage and get closer to Maria. Her eyes widened.&lt;br /&gt;" Maria, are you really OK? You got me really worried there for a moment."&lt;br /&gt;" I'm really OK. How many times do I have to tell you not to worry. Wait, YOU were worried for ME."&lt;br /&gt;Chris was losing the courage that he got.&lt;br /&gt;" Yeah. You just dropped in front of me. I thought that I hit you or something."&lt;br /&gt;Chris got closer to Maria, again.&lt;br /&gt;"No, you didn't hit me."&lt;br /&gt;"I got really worried."&lt;br /&gt;They were speaking in hushed tones now. Chris's hand was on Maria's cheek.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, don't fight with me and you wont have to worry anymore."&lt;br /&gt;"I wont"&lt;br /&gt;They leaned into each other. Their lips were so close to one another.&lt;br /&gt;"Maria... Chris"&lt;br /&gt;They heard Esme call out.&lt;br /&gt;Maria and Chris quickly separated.&lt;br /&gt;"Are you guys OK. I thought that maybe Maria had another blackout. Come back with me, Harry want your help Chris and I need your help Maria. If you're as fine as you say you are."&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, I'm fine."&lt;br /&gt;Chris and Maria went on their way. Both feeling strangely dissapointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5634749801911972668-42649873901812793?l=denanab-rbd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denanab-rbd.blogspot.com/feeds/42649873901812793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denanab-rbd.blogspot.com/2009/07/between-love-and-hate-capitulo-5.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634749801911972668/posts/default/42649873901812793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634749801911972668/posts/default/42649873901812793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denanab-rbd.blogspot.com/2009/07/between-love-and-hate-capitulo-5.html' title='Between Love and Hate - Capitulo 5'/><author><name>denanab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10317424681617316647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NAZ3dqdqNs8/Skr1CKKmDYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KqYmbGmk8P4/S220/DyC.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634749801911972668.post-740542477260349546</id><published>2009-07-05T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T22:16:17.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Between Love and Hate- Capitulo 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Capitulo 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Chris was shocked. What was happening to her. They were having a perfectly harmless fight that hurt no one. In fact, he was having a good time fighting with her. But then her eyes went inside the back of her head and she just dropped. Luckily he caught her in time so that she didn't drop to the ground. She was now in his arms like a little child, her gorgeous long red hair dropping down and brushing his arm. Chris didn't know what to do with her.&lt;br /&gt;"Chris, what did you do?" Esme said as her eyes started to tear up.&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't do anything. She just dropped. I'm as shocked as you are."&lt;br /&gt;"Fine, fine. You didn't do anything. Go put her on the cash desk and I'll call 911." Now, Esme was full on crying.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my god, what happened, you guys," Harry said as he came back from the changing rooms.&lt;br /&gt;"Is she OK?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, she's fine," Chris answered with a hint of sarcasm, " What do you think Harry? She's unconscious."&lt;br /&gt;"Whoa, Chris, calm down. I didn't know. OK. I'm sorry, just calm down."&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry too, I'm just nervous. I don't know what happened to her."&lt;br /&gt;Chris set Maria down on the cash desk as Esme came back.&lt;br /&gt;"OK, I called 911 and they'll be here in 3 minutes. Did she come to? Is she breathing?"&lt;br /&gt;Esme calmed down just enough so that they were able to understand her. Chris just looked down at Maria who looked like she was asleep, Harry answered  Esme's questions.&lt;br /&gt;"She didn't come to yet and I don't know if she's breathing."&lt;br /&gt;"You don't know. What do you mean you don't know?" Esme said as she started hitting Harry's chest with her fists. She was in such a shock.&lt;br /&gt;"Chris, check to see if she's breathing." Harry said.&lt;br /&gt;Chris leaned down to hear Maria breathing, but heard nothing. He put his finger underneath her nose but felt no air.&lt;br /&gt;"She's not breathing you guys." Chris was now crying.&lt;br /&gt;"Well do something. Do you know CPR?" Esme said between loud sobs. She was in curled in Harry's arms who was trying very hard not to cry.&lt;br /&gt;"CPR? Yes I know CPR" Chris said, in shock he forgot the three hour class that he took only the year before.&lt;br /&gt;He put his lips on hers. He only prayed that she would live. He breathed out once, and then a second time, and finally a third time before he felt Maria cough beneath his lips.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh thank god." Chris heard Esme murmur behind him.&lt;br /&gt;He looked at Maria and saw glazed eyes and realized that she was disoriented.&lt;br /&gt;"Maria, are you OK?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Where am I? What happened?"&lt;br /&gt;"You're at Trauma, you fainted. Are you OK"&lt;br /&gt;That was when he heard the bell ring signaling that the ambulance had arrived. That was also when he realized that his hand was on Maria's cheek and that he was dangerously close to putting his lips to hers but for a completely different reason. She looked completely vulnerable and sexy. Her hair was sprawled out behind her and her lips were pink from the mouth to mouth.&lt;br /&gt;He backed away when he heard the commotion behind him and realized that either Esme or Harry had opened the door and were now awkwardly looking at each other.&lt;br /&gt;"Maria, again?", one of the paramedics asked, "what did I tell you about getting too upset. The doctor told you that too."&lt;br /&gt;Maria was now sitting on the cash desk.&lt;br /&gt;Again?, Chris thought. What was wrong with her so that the paramedics knew her by name?&lt;br /&gt;And why was he finding her so damn attractive when he only knew her to be annoying, obnoxious, and half dead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5634749801911972668-740542477260349546?l=denanab-rbd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denanab-rbd.blogspot.com/feeds/740542477260349546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denanab-rbd.blogspot.com/2009/07/between-love-and-hate-capitulo-4.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634749801911972668/posts/default/740542477260349546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634749801911972668/posts/default/740542477260349546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denanab-rbd.blogspot.com/2009/07/between-love-and-hate-capitulo-4.html' title='Between Love and Hate- Capitulo 4'/><author><name>denanab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10317424681617316647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NAZ3dqdqNs8/Skr1CKKmDYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KqYmbGmk8P4/S220/DyC.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634749801911972668.post-3371880489595669137</id><published>2009-07-02T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T12:08:04.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Between Love and Hate - Capitulo 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Capitulo 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Maria went straight to Trauma after school. She was excited about working there. All the popular girls in her school were dying for a job like the one she now has but they could never get it. Maria always wanted to be popular, with all the friends and the parties. But lately, she overhears every backstabbing and bitchy thing they say about each other and she now has second thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vera greeted Maria with a warm hug. Vera was a fairly young woman who had a body to die for. She was leaving Maria by herself for an hour because she needed to go to Mexico and Esme couldn't start work until 5:00pm. Maria liked Esme, she graduated the year before and used her Trauma paycheck to pay her rent. She lived alone and went to college on scholarship. She was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Vera left, Maria went to the front of the store and folded shirts that didn't need folding. Trauma was a store that if you didn't know where it was, you couldn't find it. It used special entry through a microphone like in an apartment building. It had no windows since the building it was housed in was boarded up. Maria thankfully had an uncle who cleaned the floor above and told her about the job.&lt;br /&gt;Trauma is a very high end and exclusive store. There was no way she could afford anything in there. Since Vera uses only the best materials even socks are amazingly expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria was warned that it would be slow. After all, this was no Wal-Mart. In her week of training she realized that around 5:00 until 6:00 is when is got busiest and that meant having 5 customers in the store. Maria's job entailed that she be available whenever Vera calls on her. If in the middle of the night a celebrity desperately needs a pair of sock and Vera and Esme were unavailable, Maria had to come in and open the store. Thankfully she lived only 5 minutes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once Maria was done tidying up the front, she went to the cash register and decided to read a magazine that Esme left behind.&lt;br /&gt;She just turned the page when she heard the bell. She looked on the televison that they held which transmitted who was outside, she saw 2 guys. Since the camera was above their head, she didn't get a good look at who it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she opened the door, she saw the most gorgeus curly haired guy ever.&lt;br /&gt;"Esme, how slow are you? We've been standing here forever."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I'm sorry, sir. It's my first day by myself and I'm still getting used to it."&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry about it. I forgive you", he said with a smile,"I'm Chris and this idiot behind me is Harry."&lt;br /&gt;"Hello, I'm Maria. Welcome to Trauma, Mr. Chris."&lt;br /&gt;"Drop the formalities please, I get enough of those at home. Chris is perfectly fine. Is Vera around? I told her that I would be stopping by."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I'm sorry, she just went out."&lt;br /&gt;"That's all right. I'm pretty sure you can help me out. " Chris went towards the back of the store where the men's section was located. He had a weird smile on his face.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, Maria. Let me properly introduce myself, I'm Harry." he said as he shook her hand.&lt;br /&gt;"Hi Harry"&lt;br /&gt;"What time does Esme start?"&lt;br /&gt;Maria looked at her watch, "She should be here in about half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks." Harry said as he went toward Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria walked over to Chris and Harry who were looked at dress pants.&lt;br /&gt;"Do you need any help? I can start you a changing room."&lt;br /&gt;Chris was the one who answered, "No, we don't need any help right now. You go sit your pretty butt down and we'll call you when we need you."&lt;br /&gt;'WHAT DID HE SAY' Maria thought furiously. She imagined herself with steam coming out of her ears.&lt;br /&gt;"Listen, MR.CHRIS, I'm sure you're used to girls swooning over you and that whatever you say goes, but not with me. I will sand here and let you make sexually indecent jokes to someone you have just met."&lt;br /&gt;Maria was so furious that she was shaking.&lt;br /&gt;"Maria, what happened?" The voice came behind her. It was Esme.&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing happened." Chris said.&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing happened? this jerk here just walked in as if he owned the place and sexually abused me."&lt;br /&gt;"I did no such thing."&lt;br /&gt;"YES YOU DID", Maria was just absolutely furious right now.&lt;br /&gt;Then she could feel it. The calm that washed over her before it happened. She only said one word,"Sorry", before she blacked out and fell to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5634749801911972668-3371880489595669137?l=denanab-rbd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denanab-rbd.blogspot.com/feeds/3371880489595669137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denanab-rbd.blogspot.com/2009/07/between-love-and-hate-capitulo-3.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634749801911972668/posts/default/3371880489595669137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634749801911972668/posts/default/3371880489595669137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denanab-rbd.blogspot.com/2009/07/between-love-and-hate-capitulo-3.html' title='Between Love and Hate - Capitulo 3'/><author><name>denanab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10317424681617316647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NAZ3dqdqNs8/Skr1CKKmDYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KqYmbGmk8P4/S220/DyC.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634749801911972668.post-716842064348347321</id><published>2009-06-30T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T21:19:41.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Between Love and Hate - Capitulo 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Capitulo 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As Maria walked into homeroom, she realized that all the eyes were on her.&lt;br /&gt;She put her head down and walked toward her desk.&lt;br /&gt;"Whoa. Whose the new chick?" She heard someone's voice behind her as they bumped into her.&lt;br /&gt;She turned around.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm really sorry. I wasn't paying attention and I guess I was walking too slow." Maria said as she looked at who bumped into her.&lt;br /&gt;Paul. He was the 'hot guy' in school and didn't even know that Maria existed. She has had a crush on him since 6th grade that still hasn't gone away.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, hey Maria. Sorry about bumping into you."&lt;br /&gt;He actually knows my name, Maria thought. "Oh, its nothing, don't worry about it. It was probably my fault anyways."&lt;br /&gt;"OK. Class get to your seats. My name is Mr. Harrison and I'll be you substitute teacher today. It's a free class today so you can work on the project that Mr. Munroe assigned to you. No going outside the classroom" said as he walked into the classroom and sat down at the desk.&lt;br /&gt;The entire class got excited as they new that they didn't have to do anything during this class, but Maria looked at Paul. He was staring at her, and when he saw that she was looking in his direction, he pretended to look somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria was talking to Miranda when she felt someone behind her. She thought it was the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;"No one else is doing work, Mr Harrison. Why should we?" Maria said without looking behind her.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not asking you do any work. And do I look old enough to be old Mr. Harrison."&lt;br /&gt;Miranda turned around and saw Paul standing behind her.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I'm sorry. I thought that it was the sub. Do you need anything?" Paul NEVER talked to Maria and she just wanted to stop being humiliated seeing as how the whole class was looking at her and Paul talking.&lt;br /&gt;"Whoa, don't be so hostile. I just wanted to ask you what you're doing your project on. I decided to do mine on all the hostility between the Capulets and Montague's in Romeo and Juliet. I was just wondering if you thought if that was a good idea?"&lt;br /&gt;That was exactly what Maria was basing her project on.&lt;br /&gt;"Umm...Yeah, it's a good idea. In fact, it's what I'm doing my project on."&lt;br /&gt;What did I tell him that for?, Maria thought.&lt;br /&gt;"So do you think we could get together some time to work on it together?" Paul asked her as if it was the most normal thing in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Maria felt Miranda nudge her with her elbow.&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry Paul, I just got a new job ad I'm working almost every night."&lt;br /&gt;"How about lunch then, you don't have anything then, do you?"&lt;br /&gt;Paul had the biggest grin on his face.&lt;br /&gt;"I'll think about it." Maria said.&lt;br /&gt;"OK, I'll talk to you later then."&lt;br /&gt;Paul then did something completely unexpected. He leans down and kisses Maria on the cheek and leaves for his seat where all his friends were staring at Maria. Paul turns around and says 2 words."Nice hair."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria looked at her shaking hands. Miranda looks at her friends with the weirdest look on her face.&lt;br /&gt;"What happened to you? Why did you not tell me that you knew Paul?"&lt;br /&gt;" That's the thing, Miranda. This is the first time I've ever talked to him."&lt;br /&gt;"Well then what was that kiss all bout?"&lt;br /&gt;"He didn't kiss me, Miranda. He kissed the girl that he thinks will do his project for him. I told you, no guys want me, just my brains."&lt;br /&gt;"But he kissed you!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, only to get on my good side nothing more. Besides, who would want damaged goods."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5634749801911972668-716842064348347321?l=denanab-rbd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denanab-rbd.blogspot.com/feeds/716842064348347321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denanab-rbd.blogspot.com/2009/06/between-love-and-hate-capitulo-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634749801911972668/posts/default/716842064348347321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634749801911972668/posts/default/716842064348347321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denanab-rbd.blogspot.com/2009/06/between-love-and-hate-capitulo-2.html' title='Between Love and Hate - Capitulo 2'/><author><name>denanab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10317424681617316647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NAZ3dqdqNs8/Skr1CKKmDYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KqYmbGmk8P4/S220/DyC.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634749801911972668.post-7788353905857761722</id><published>2009-06-30T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T22:56:01.214-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='synopsis'/><title type='text'>Between Love and Hate-synopsis</title><content type='html'>I'm going to start a web-novela and see if you guys like it or not. I have a few ideas bouncing around in my head, so we will see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between Love and Hate-synopsis&lt;br /&gt;"Maria is an unpopular senior in high school who only has one best friend. She's not a loner, but she can't trust people very easily. She keeps to herself and doesn't like to bother anyone or cause attention to herself because she considers herself to be ugly.&lt;br /&gt;Miranda is Maria's best friend who is very hyper and doesn't understand Maria's need for seclusion, but helps her friend by always being there for her.&lt;br /&gt;Maria, needing a job, applies at the high-end store 'Trauma'. Without thinking anything of it until the store's owner and designer, Vera, calls her in and tells her that the job is hers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tells the story of what happens when Maria's life completely changes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5634749801911972668-7788353905857761722?l=denanab-rbd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denanab-rbd.blogspot.com/feeds/7788353905857761722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denanab-rbd.blogspot.com/2009/06/between-love-and-hate-synopsis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634749801911972668/posts/default/7788353905857761722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634749801911972668/posts/default/7788353905857761722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denanab-rbd.blogspot.com/2009/06/between-love-and-hate-synopsis.html' title='Between Love and Hate-synopsis'/><author><name>denanab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10317424681617316647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NAZ3dqdqNs8/Skr1CKKmDYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KqYmbGmk8P4/S220/DyC.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5634749801911972668.post-3298852243691367771</id><published>2009-06-30T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T23:57:17.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Between Love and Hate - Capitulo 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Mary?!?!?!What did you do?"&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing. God Miranda, I just dyed my hair. Vera said that if I wanted to work in her store I gotta make a statement."&lt;br /&gt;"But...your hair...its red."&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, I know. i still haven't gotten used to it, but I like it. Do you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria and Miranda were talking at the bus stop while waiting for the bus to come pick them up. Miranda had just gotten back from visiting family over spring break in Mexico and she hadn't seen Maria for an entire week. During which,Maria apparently decided to changer her look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It looks nice. No, it looks great. I love it. If anyone else has a problem with it can deal with me."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh how I love you!!!" Maria said as she gave Miranda a hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When are you starting to work at Trauma? I still can't believe that you got a job there. They never hire high school students" Miranda said as the two girls climbed on the bus and into their seats.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, officially today, but I started training last week."&lt;br /&gt;"Aren't you excited? Imagine all those clothes and being the envy of all those girls in our school who would kill for a job like yours."&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not thinking about the jealous girls, Miranda. I'm thinking about how much I need this job. I can't afford to lose it."&lt;br /&gt;"OK, I know what you're talking about, Maria. But I mean, you gotta think about how fun it's gonna be. I bet it was fun working there last week. All those guys shopping there. We've seen millions of them come out, and they were fiiiiiiiiiiiine with a capital F."&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah I know, but which of those guys would want me?"&lt;br /&gt;Miranda understood what Maria was talking about. But, what Maria didn't understand was how beautiful she really was. Now with her red hair Maria was easily the most beautiful girl in the entire school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5634749801911972668-3298852243691367771?l=denanab-rbd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denanab-rbd.blogspot.com/feeds/3298852243691367771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://denanab-rbd.blogspot.com/2009/06/between-love-and-hate-capitulo-1.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634749801911972668/posts/default/3298852243691367771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5634749801911972668/posts/default/3298852243691367771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denanab-rbd.blogspot.com/2009/06/between-love-and-hate-capitulo-1.html' title='Between Love and Hate - Capitulo 1'/><author><name>denanab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10317424681617316647</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NAZ3dqdqNs8/Skr1CKKmDYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KqYmbGmk8P4/S220/DyC.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
