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Oh really Collin

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This is the story of how I died. Don’t worry, this is actually a very fun story and the truth is, it isn’t even mine. This is the story of a girl named Rapunzel.

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Phone Call: Angelique

Collin: rolled over, groaning as he heard his ringtone blaring from the table beside his bed. His eyes were screwed shut as he reached over groggily to answer it, without even checking the caller ID. "Hello?"

Angelique: "You know, I read other blogs... Why can't I read yours?"

Collin: held the phone out before him, squinting at the screen to confirm that it was, in fact, his girlfriend calling him 8am to rehash the disgreement they'd had last night. "Angelique, why can't you just let this go?"

Angelique: scoffed into the phone, and Collin could almost imagine her rolling her eyes. "I just don't understand why you're hiding this from me."

Collin: "I'm not hiding anything Ang - but it's my decision if I want to keep it private."

Angelique: "You've never kept things private from me before." Her voice was trembling and Collin could sense a meltdown coming on.

Collin: reminded himself that she was probably due for one. It'd been a week since he'd started at Palos Hills and she hadn't broken yet. "I'm keeping it private from everyone. This blog is just another outlet for my writing."

Angelique: took a shuddering breath; one that echoed through the speakers of the phone. "I'll never understand why you're so into 'the written word'" she said plainly, mocking a phrase that Collin had often used.

Collin: clenched his fists before answering, trying to calm himself. "I know you don't uderstand, Angelique. But you don't have to." He sighed and then changed the subject. "Look, how about we go out for some coffee? I haven't seen you in a few days."

Angelique: paused on the other end of the line, her silence a bit unsettling for Collin. Eventually, she responded with a simple, "Fine."

Collin: desperately fought the urge to say anything more. "Great. I'll meet you there in fifteen minutes."

Angelique: "Cool, see you then." Her voice was clipped and short. But before Collin could hang up the phone, she added in a much softer tone, "I love you, Collin."

Collin: "I love you too, you know that."

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ROBOTS OR DINOSAURS?

I don't know sorry

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That smile will be the death of me. I cannot wait for the rest of season 3. OMG.

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I had an ENTIRE self-para written up for you guys - it would have been my first on this Collin RP. And I was REALLY excited about it.

But when I went to post it, Tumblr decided to cut off the 2nd half. I don’t know where it went, but it’s nowhere to be found. And when I went back to fixit, the...

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Over My Dead Body Valerie needed me to avert career suicide but to help her I would have to commit social suicide…again. I knew I couldn’t make her understand that I didn’t want to have another fake death hanging over my head. So…I lied. Because it should have made sense that my parents wouldn’t want to promote my stigma. How was I supposed to know that Valerie would SHOW UP TO MY HOUSE!!! Or that my mom would encourage me to make a public display of my suicide stigma as Dead Stacey. Cuz it was cool in 1995 when she played her. According to my mother, Dead Stacey was popular before she got impaled by the glass of Johnny’s windshield. Therefore, playing someone popular would only increase my chances of being seen as popular. In crazy mom logic- this made sense. But what didn’t make sense was my dad’s reluctance to help me get out of it. I was giving him all the “save me!” signals and he couldn’t throw me a line. When I told him that I didn’t want to encourage my suicide stigma- he told me to “Change the coversation.” I was so over my dad and his haiku advice. Change the conversation? I had no idea what that meant. All I knew was that I was stuck between a rock and a dead place. I had been caught in a lie and even though I was convinced Valerie had a touch of Aspergers, I didn’t want her to lose her job. So there was not much I could do but…die.

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With Collin

Collin - " does the hunt come first or the kill" ?

Jenna - " we'll with Matty the kill came before we even met "

Collin- " Do you ever want to go to that party " ?

Jenna- " no but I would be selfish if I didn't "

Collin- " ur 16 yrs old its your time to do whatever you want "

As Jenna & Collin looked at each other in the eyes

They both go in for a kiss .

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Birthday bashed

There were a million reasons why I didn’t want to get out of bed. But apparently the universe wasn’t gonna let me sleep. After throwing a hardschool kegger, I had over three hundred friends. But I wasn’t deluded by my surge in popularity. I knew the difference between real friends and virtual ones. My real friends weren’t talking to me. Although to be fair, Ming couldn’t. Literally. While Ming was suffering from the kissing disease, I was sick over a kiss. A drunken lip slip that had cost me Tamara’s friendship. And after alienating Matty and possibly Jake, my friendscape was pretty barren. But making new friends wasn’t going to be a problem. I had the interweb. …Which was full of creeps. If the day ever comes where I do want to see a random dude’s penis over a video chat, someone please just shoot me. If my life had an escape button, I would’ve checked out for the day. There was only one small problem. It was my goddamn birthday. And there was nothing happy about it. It was just another crap day in two thousand suck. Forgive or…please forget.

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I really think this fantasy I have have in my head is going on for to long. I have a boyfriend he has a girlfriend . How am I going to get over my fantasy with Collin . All I think about is him , everything I think about something that happened in real life with my boyfriend or something he always pops up.

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Best Friends For…Never? I never thought that Tamara and I would end up where we were. Tamara and I argued sometimes, but in all the years we’d been friends, we’d never had a huge nails-out, eye-scratching fight. But…I kind of wished we had that instead of the iceberg-tundra thing we had going on. And I didn’t know if we would ever thaw out. I should’ve been mad at her for writing the heinous letter, but I wasn’t. I was still…in shock. What had I done that made her write me that letter? How long had she had all these issues with me? The letter was not a random act. Everything it said had been seriously thought out. Our friendship was over. Or was it? After avoiding me for days, Tamara looked right at me, like she was totally open to my face-mail. My dad was right, she was throwing me a birthday bone. Or not…it just was a momentary mirage in the desert of dissing. I used to feel bad for David Shapiro, eating by himself every day…until I found out he wasn’t really eating alone. He had imaginary friends. Which, theoretically, was like six to ten more than I had. Basically, I was stuck with Valerie- my counselor. And her birthday “rap” –while well-intentioned- was about the nail in my bad birthday coffin. Up until that moment, the rumors of my death wish had been greatly exaggerated. I wanted to leave, but I couldn’t. I had just received another gift…of the monthly variety. And since Tamara was the keeper of the back-up pants, there was no way I was getting my hands on them.