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      <title>Together</title>
      <link>http://www.jocoteenscene.org/templates/JCL_NewsListItem.aspx?id=14920</link>
      <description>I arose from the sound of a bird, a crow perhaps. Caw! Caw! I looked to my side and noticed Garrett, my lover was gone. I wrapped myself with my yellow lacy robe and slowly emerged from our sunshine yellow bed. The black thundering sky outside and thick mist indicated it was just about midnight. Caw! Caw! At first, I stood there in our spacious room, filled top to bottom with yellow furniture,...</description>
      <dc:creator>Chi Chi</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-11-16T13:52:24-06:00</dc:date>
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      <title>CONFESSION</title>
      <link>http://www.jocoteenscene.org/templates/JCL_NewsListItem.aspx?id=14913</link>
      <description>Rain danced gleefully across the tombstones as if mocking the dead. The now wet moss on older parts of the graveyard made the ground slick. It grew where other forms of life refused for reasons of their own, yet sparingly did the moss do so as if even it respected burial grounds. The only defilement of the graves were occasional children daring their peers to see how far in they could run without...</description>
      <dc:creator>Connor</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-11-09T12:42:40-06:00</dc:date>
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      <title>TUG OF LOVE</title>
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      <description>ACT ONESCENE ONE
This scene takes place at 11:35 a. m. Present day in the locker bay of Lovegood High. It's about the mental struggle of choosing between being in love with one guy and falling out of love with another.
(Jake started to slowly walk toward Shannon. Shannon started to slowly back away. Jake backed her into a corner; his lips were inches away from kissing, hers. At the last moment;...</description>
      <dc:creator>Pharlin</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-05-18T11:32:51-05:00</dc:date>
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      <title>Forget</title>
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      <description>Tears, they stream down my face. People, they are staring at me; I can't stand the pity in their eyes. I lower my face and walk faster, wishing that they would all just go away. Everyone but him; I want him, I need him. He is the only one who could stop the tears and tell me "It's going to be ok." But it isn't. It never will be again. I run, as hard as my legs will carry me along this old gravel...</description>
      <dc:creator>Michelle</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-05-11T10:14:13-05:00</dc:date>
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      <description>Jim didn't really think many deep thoughts. Or at least, that's what he tells himself. What's deep, anyway?
	Profound.. philosophical. Too much for Jim. That's what people made him believe, anyway. 
	Have you ever realized that the next minute of your life is never a granted thing? That everything could be gone in a heart beat? Jim let himself start to think about those kinds of "deep"...</description>
      <dc:creator>Emily</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-03-23T11:19:24-05:00</dc:date>
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      <title>Prom Gone Wrong</title>
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      <description>Life is good." Thought Tara as she walked under the ivy covered breezeway by her back door. "Despite the fact I'm grounded, I'm doing okay. Oooh, I hope Michael doesn't care that I'm five minutes late." 
"Ouch! " She yelped as a branch caught in her new blowout. "At least I didn't get an up-do. It would so be ruined by now. I bet Kelly's is." Tara's best friend Kelly had gotten hers into an...</description>
      <dc:creator>Harriet, 12</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-08-22T16:14:18-05:00</dc:date>
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      <title>Memories</title>
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      <description>Even after years of knowing her, I still remember the first time we met. The first time I saw her. The first time we spoke. I remember that day as if it were yesterday. I guess that’s what you do when something has happened to someone you love—you remember the best moments that you ever had with that person. To me, one of the best moments of my life was when I met her. 
She had been a teenager...</description>
      <dc:creator>Ashton</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-08-22T16:06:12-05:00</dc:date>
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      <title>Sleepover Boredom</title>
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      <description>“I'm so bored, ” Joe Hardy groaned. He was sitting in the middle of a room with several girls surrounding him. Any other time, he would be happy. Now, however, was a completely different story. 
The girls were made up of a sleepover group—Nancy Drew, Bess Marvin, George Fayne, and Iola Morton. They had apparently gotten bored and had decided to kidnap Joe just for fun.
“You're bored? ” Iola...</description>
      <dc:creator>Ashton</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2007-06-19T09:24:46-05:00</dc:date>
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