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            <title>South High News: BLAZE HAD HER BABY!!!</title>
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            <description>Blaze passed the baby to Shane. He blinked back warm tears as he held his daughter. &quot;Sh-she's beautiful...Wh...what's her name?&quot;. &quot;Well I thought she needed a name from both of us so I'm naming her Shane Carmenello Walker.&quot;. Shane's tears escaped his eyes. &quot;That's perfect. Hey Carmen. You're so pretty and you look just like your mama.&quot;. He gave the baby back to Blaze. &quot;That's your daddy. You'll love him. He's a little crazy and sometimes he's kind of protective, but he's like Superman. He has his weaknesses.&quot; Blaze smiled at Shane and with tears in his eyes, he took her hand. &quot;Blaze, I want to be with you and Carmen for as long as I can. When I saw our daughter, I knew for sure that this is more than what I have to do.&quot; he got on one knee. &quot;It's what I want to do. Will you marry me, Neveah Carmenello 'Blaze' Rodrigez?&quot;. Blaze now had tears as well. &quot;Because I love you, and because you remembered my complicated name, yes!&quot;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;yui-non&quot;&gt;They are getting married on April 25th next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description>
            <pubDate>Fri, 12 Aug 2011 04:24:42 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>After Graduation</title>
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            <description>Alec was as happy as he could ever be! He was surprised when he saw his mother and father...together...in the stands. When graduation was over, Alec's mother, father, Sam, and Mia came to take pictures and hug and his mother cried a little bit. &quot;Sam I want to talk to you. Dad? Can I?&quot; Alec's dad hugged him. &quot;Go ahead. No fooling around though!&quot; Alec led her behind the concession stand on the dirt track surrounding the football field. &quot;Sam...I know we're young. I mean I just graduated and you have one more year which is why you have a choice in your answer. I won't be mad if you say no but...Samantha, a few years from now, will you marry me?&quot; Sam kissed him and said &quot;Yes of course I will! And I'll be with you through it all.&quot; Alec picked her up and kissed her. &quot;Aw spit!&quot; yelled Shane. &quot;Alec done put a ring on it!&quot; Alec laughed and hugged Shane and Blaze. &quot;Man I can't believe this is it...&quot; Blaze looked at the boys and Shane. &quot;It's not over just yet. It's just getting started.&quot;</description>
            <pubDate>Sat, 04 Jun 2011 00:53:21 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Season 2 Graduation Program</title>
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            <description>&lt;i&gt;You have been cordially invited to the 2011 Southern High School graduation...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;yui-non&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot; tag=&quot;span&quot; class=&quot;yui-tag-span yui-tag&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;font-size: 14px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;~*~Class of 2011~*~&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); &quot;&gt;&lt;font xmlns=&quot;http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml&quot;&gt;&lt;font xmlns=&quot;http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 255, 255); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); 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style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 96, 191);&quot; color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Presentation of Diplomas...........................................................................Mr. Elliot Leon--School Board President&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;font class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;font class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; color=&quot;#0060bf&quot;&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 96, 191);&quot;&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 96, 191);&quot;&gt;Recessional................................................................................................Southern High School Band&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;font style=&quot;background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt; Benediction............................................................................................................Mr. Dan Truman&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description>
            <pubDate>Wed, 20 Jul 2011 04:41:41 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Alec Tucker</title>
            <link>http://neonlite.yolasite.com/south-high/alec-tucker</link>
            <description>Alec answered the phone. He didn't recognize the number but he figured someone dialed the wrong number. &quot;Hello?&quot; A man's voice came over the phone. &quot;Alec? Is that really you? I've missed your voice.&quot; Alec heard the familiar voice but...it couldn't be who he was thinking it was. There was no way. &quot;Who is this?&quot; The voice was a bit raspy. &quot;Buddy come on. It's me, Daddy. It's been so long. Your voice has changed but I can tell...it's you.&quot; &quot;N-n-no...&quot; Alec stuttered. &quot;My dad died in a car wreck a week after my sister was born...you...you must have the wrong person.&quot; &quot;No. Alec Branson Warren, you and Todd are my sons. The dead one is Sara's dad. Todd knows about me because he's older. Your mother left me after she had you because I had a drinking problem but when I got back from rehab, she told me that she was married and didn't need me anymore. You have to tell your mother that I want to talk to her. I am your father, Alec. Mention Jared Hays Tucker. I gotta go. Love you. Remember, Jared...Hays...Tucker.&quot; The line went dead but Alec was still holding the phone. &lt;i&gt;My father. Jared Hays Tucker. So I'm Alec Tucker...&lt;/i&gt; A flashback came to his mind then. His kindergarten teacher accidentally called him &quot;Alec Tucker&quot; at orientation and his mother quickly corrected him. She had looked nervous. Another thing flashed across his mind: If he ever said he needed his birth certificate or a copy of it, she'd take it herself until she married Derrik, Sara's dad. &lt;i&gt;It must be true.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;I'm Alec Tucker...Jared Hays Tucker is my father...Sara is my half sister...my brother is Toddrick Tucker&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;i&gt;my mother changed my last name.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description>
            <pubDate>Sun, 24 Apr 2011 20:23:18 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Toddy's Back...And Gone Again</title>
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            <description>Todd knocked on Sara's window. She got out of bed and opened it silently, just like Todd planned. She hugged him tight and he kissed her forehead. He closed the door quietly and sat Sara on the bed. &quot;You love me, right Sara Bear?&quot; Sara nodded. &quot;Of course you do.&quot; Todd kissed Sara's shoulder but she could sense that something was very very wrong. &quot;Toddy why are you kissing me like you kiss Alaina?&quot; &quot;Shh. Be quiet. Remember the game we played before they took me away? We're going to play that one.&quot; Sara remembered the game all too well. It was one of the games that hurt and didn't feel nice at all. &quot;Toddy I don't want to play that&amp;nbsp; game though...that game hurt bad.&quot; &quot;But don't you remember how good it made me feel? I thought you liked to make me feel good.&quot; She tried to get up but Todd laid her down. Sara squirmed as he pulled her pants down. &quot;STOP TODD! Please!&quot; Todd put his hand over her mouth and ignored her tears and muffled screams. Suddenly the door flung open and Todd jumped up, pulled up his pants, and let go of Sara who hurried to pull up her pants and run into Alec's arms. &quot;Shh. It's ok Sara.&quot; He put her down and locked his eyes on Todd, and set his jaw firm. Through gritted teeth, he commanded Sara. &quot;Go...get...Mom.&quot; After Sara ran to their mother's room, Alec spoke to his brother. &quot;Why in H*** would you dare to hurt her? She believed in your sorry a** and you &lt;i&gt;raped &lt;/i&gt;her. I should &lt;i&gt;kill &lt;/i&gt;you but I'll give you a chance to get you're disgusting a** back to that rehab.&quot; Todd smiled. &quot;You wouldn't kill your own brother would you Ally Al?&quot; Alec's eyes burned with hatred. &quot;Try me.&quot; Todd lunged with a shard of glass at Alec! It cut his arm. &quot;AHHH YOU B****!&quot; Alec held his arm for a split second then he punched Todd in the chest as hard as he could. Todd was too strong and recovered his breath easily. He restrained Alec and continuously punched his leg until he heard a blood curdling crunch. &quot;GET THE H*** OFF ME!!!&quot; With one swift move, Alec pushed Todd and pinned&amp;nbsp;him against the wall. Alec stood on his good leg and punched Todd in the face. He then just stood there and stared&amp;nbsp;his brother&amp;nbsp;in the eye as if looking through his soul. &quot;If you ever come back and hurt Sara ever again, I'll slit your throat and mix your blood with wine and drink it like the finest wine ever made. D***it I'll serve it to the president of the f***ing United States. Todd, run back to rehab. Don't ever...come...back.&quot; Alec dropped Todd and he ran back out the window and into the night. Alec turned around to see Sara and his mother in the doorway. &quot;Alec...&quot; was all Sara could manage. He was bloody from his arm and sweaty from the heat of his anger. He bent down and picked Sara up and hugged her as if he was their dad. Sara started to cry. &quot;Shhh. It's ok Sara Bear. Toddy won't ever come back and hurt you. I promise I won't let him.&quot; The family had a group hug and Alec's mom said she'd drive him to the hospital now and asked if he thought they should press charges. &quot;No. Todd is still my brother. He may be messed up but he's still my brother. Putting him in juvi wouldn't help him at all.&quot; Alec had lost a good amount of blood and they wanted him to stay over night to make sure there was no internal bleeding from his leg. That night, Alec's mom slept in the chair next to the bed and Alec fell asleep after Sara dozed off in his arms.&lt;br&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br&gt;Situations like this one happen more than people realize. If you or someone you know wants out, then go to RAINN. Rape Abuse and Incest National Network. National Sexual Assault Hotline | &lt;b&gt;1.800.656.HOPE&lt;/b&gt; | Free. Confidential. 24/7. Don't be afraid to ask for help or stand up for your rights. If you're being hurt like that, be you male or female, RAINN will help you. Don't be afraid to speak out!&lt;br&gt;</description>
            <pubDate>Fri, 12 Aug 2011 03:18:38 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>Letter From Todd</title>
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            <description>Alec came home from track practice to find Sara, his nine year old 
sister, writing on a piece of paper. &quot;What you got there, Sara Bear?&quot; 
She turned around and smiled big. &quot;Big Toddy wrote me a letter! I feel 
bad though. He thinks I don't love him but I do so I'm writing him 
back.&quot; Alec snatched the paper from her desk. &quot;Give it back Alec! I'm 
not finished writing to him!&quot; &quot;No! You're not about to write to him. I'm
 telling Momma.&quot; As he began to stride out the door, she grabbed his 
arm. &quot;Please Alec! Just let me write back! He's hurting and his 
girlfriend isn't allowed to talk to him and he needs me to write back!&quot; 
Sara started to cry and Alec couldn't resist. &quot;Oh alright.&quot;</description>
            <pubDate>Fri, 11 Feb 2011 22:32:54 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>In Hell...</title>
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            <description>I hate it here. I hate this place. I hate these people.
 I don't wanna f***ing heal if I have to be in here. I want some crank. But I try to forget it because it separates me from Alaina. Besides a crazy kid, I'm
 the only one under age 70 that's here. Nursing home/rehab. It sucks. I 
hate it here. Alaina isn't allowed to write to me anymore because of her dumba** parents but what the f*** ever. &quot;Mom&quot; put me in this s*** hole. I hate that b****. My 
little bro has OCD. She wants to think he's so d*** perfect. I hate him 
too. I hope he comes to this place of h*** so he can feel like a caged 
animal. They'll act like they're helping but I can see in their eyes 
that they are ready for me to die as if I were one of these old people 
here. So to Mom and Alec: GO TO H***! &lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; **********************************************************************&lt;br&gt;
Dear Sara Bear,&lt;br&gt;
You'll see your big bro pretty soon. You're so pretty. Mommy sends 
pictures of you and that b******* Alec. Sorry for the language Sarah 
Bear. Don't tell Mommy I used that word. That's a no no word. We don't 
use no no words, remember? Big Toddy will be out soon to see you. I've gotten 
bigger. Taller. Alaina doesn't write me anymore because of her parents but I know you will. I'll see you soon my pretty Sarah Bear. Don't worry. Do 
you miss me? Do you still love me? I still love you. I look at your 
picture every night. Your picture makes me feel good. I'll see you soon 
pretty Sarah Bear. Watch for me baby Sarah Bear. I'm coming soon. When I see you we'll talk and laugh and play games like we used to.&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Write me back,&lt;br&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Big Toddy.</description>
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            <description>The fist kept coming down on Sam. Alec watched as a man beat an older version of his girlfriend. He couldn't move and he swore he was yelling but he heard nothing coming out of his mouth. The man then pulled off Sam's pants. &lt;i&gt;SAM! LET HER GO!!! LEAVE HER THE H*** ALONE NOW!!! SAM!!! &lt;/i&gt;He could do nothing but sit and cry and watch as the man went back and forth between beating and raping her. Her body became more and more bruised and her wails became weaker and weaker until the man had beaten her to where she looked like she was going to die at any time. Sam looked at Alec, past the man and straight to him. She gave one panicked look and then took her last breath. She closed her eyes and moved no more. Alec fell to his knees and wailed. He couldn't hear himself crying...but...laughing? The man turned around...no...&lt;i&gt;Alec &lt;/i&gt;turned around...&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; *******************************************&lt;br&gt;&quot;I'M SORRY, SAM!&quot; Alec sat up straight in his bed. He was sweating as he looked around in his room. Finally he felt a soothing hand in the dark touch his burning face and stroke it lightly. &quot;Sam? You still here?&quot; He reached out and felt her shoulder. She was sitting on his bed with him because his mom allowed them to stay in the same room...with a baby monitor&amp;nbsp; (camera included) at his bed and the door wide open. &quot;Shh. Yes I'm still here. Calm down. You need to lay down. You don't have a fever so you're probably just hot.&quot; She put her hand on his chest and laid him down. &lt;i&gt;When did I take my shirt off?&lt;/i&gt; She put a damp, cold towel on his forehead. Alec sighed in comfort. &quot;I took your shirt off. You didn't have a fever but you sweat clean through the shirt.&quot; &quot;I'm fine, babe. You can go back to sleep.&quot; She laid down and he held her. &quot;With you sweating like that, you're gonna need to drink lots of water, ok?&quot; &quot;Yes ma'am Dr. Greyson.&quot; His smile faded and even in the dim light, Samantha could tell something was wrong. &quot;Alec? What's wrong?&quot; Alec sighed and told her about the dream. &quot;Baby it was just a bad dream. It's never going to happen.&quot; He turned over and put his hands on the back of his neck. &quot;NO! You don't understand, Sam! I always have a fear that one day I'll hurt or kill you. I'm afraid that if I think it, I'll do it and then you wont love me anymore. I'm afraid to hurt anyone. It's been this way since I watched K-Mar get shot! I just don't want to hurt you. I don't want to hurt anyone. What's wrong with me? I'm a monster. A freaking monster.&quot; Sam kissed his back and he tensed up. She rubbed her hand over his back and shoulders. &quot;Nothing's wrong with you. I know how you are. You're mom told me about that. She says...she says you wont go to find out what it is...&quot; &quot;NO! I'm not going to the doctor. They'll put me in an insane asylum or rehab...like...like Todd.&quot; Todd was Alec's older brother. He had to go to rehab for extended methamphetamine use. He's told Alec that they treat you like you're about to die in there and it feels like they wait for you to die. Sam knew this story already. She put her arm around his waist and kissed his shoulder. &quot;Shh. I know it's scary, Alec. But your mom knows it's nothing they can put you away for, I promise. We think it's just OCD.&quot; &quot;But they do take you to rehab for that.&quot; &quot;Not the one your mom wants you to go to. It's nothing like Todd's rehab. She even got the opinion of one of her friends who had OCD. She said it helped her and the man there only works with like five people per group and only three groups. Each group is filled with five people that are about the same age and they only stay there for a month. You can still talk to us on the phone they have at the rehab so see? You'll get better but you have to let your mom take you. Please, baby? I promise they'll make you better and you can go in the summer so you wont miss a thing.&quot; Alec sat up and Sam did too. &quot;You promise they wont keep me forever?&quot; &quot;I wouldn't ever let them. I love you too much. If they tried, I'd kidnap you.&quot; Alec hugged her and kissed her. They laid down again. Sam laid on Alec's chest. He put one hand behind his head and the other arm around Sam. &quot;We just have one problem.&quot; Sam looked up at him. &quot;What?&quot; Alec kissed her forehead. &quot;I think the baby monitor caught us kissing.&quot; Sam laughed. &quot;Goodnight, Alec.&quot; &quot;Goodnight, Sam. Love you more than anything.&quot; &quot;Love you too, Alec. And really?&quot; &quot;Of course. I'm only going to rehab to get better for you.&quot;&lt;br&gt;</description>
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            <description>&quot;Ok cradle the baby like this...hold it's head. A baby can't support 
it's own head this early.&quot; Shane's mother instructed him on how to hold 
the realistic baby doll that his younger sister, Mia, loved two years 
ago. It cried, you had to feed it, change it, give it medicine, hold it 
right, and everything else. She was 10 years old when she gave it up and
 she's in 8th grade now.(she'll be in Season 3) All it needed was some 
batteries and then...viola[vwah lah]! Shane had the perfect &quot;Dad 
Training&quot; baby. He's had it for 3 days now. He's had to wake up at night
 to &quot;feed&quot; and &quot;change&quot; it and he even had to cradle it right when it 
cried. &quot;Mom it's still crying! I suck at this! How am I ever gonna be a 
good father for my baby?&quot; He plopped down on the couch, still holding 
the wailing plastic child. His mother sat beside him and rubbed his 
shoulder. &quot;Calm down, Shane. You'll be a wonderful father. At least 
you're one of the few teen fathers who care. You have a 'natural father'
 inside of you. I saw that with how you treated Mia when both of you 
were little. You used to always tell her to let you plug in the night 
light because it could shock her and you always wanted to teach her 
whatever you learned from school. You are naturally a father, but you 
just have to learn how to apply that nature to someone more dependent 
and fragile.&quot; She nodded towards the toy who Shane was holding perfectly
 in his arms. The toy had closed it's eyes and was silent. &quot;See? Told 
you. You're a natural.&quot; Shane smiled. &quot;So I'm a natural, huh Ma?&quot; She rolled her eyes. &quot;Don't let it go to your head, boy.&quot;&lt;br&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br&gt;Eli and Grey stayed after basketball practice. &quot;Ight Eli one more three and Imma have to leave.&quot; Eli went half court, squared up, and shot the ball. It bounced on the back of the rim and then swish! &quot;I swear! You're good with them threes Eli. You need to join the team next year. Well I'm out. Looks like your girl's here. No basketball babies ight?&quot; Eli laughed and threw the basketball at him. &quot;Shut up and go home, Grey!&quot; Grey left and Jaci walked on the court. Eli tossed her the ball. She turned where she was(the wing) and made a three. &quot;Not bad...for a girl.&quot; Eli smirked and walked to her. &quot;I bet I'm better than you.&quot; Jaci smiled, now in his arms, up at Eli. &quot;At what? Basketball? Nah.&quot; &quot;At anything of course.&quot; &quot;Oh we'll just have to see huh?&quot; He tilted her chin up towards him and kissed her. &quot;Now who's better at that?&quot; Eli smiled and kissed her again. &quot;Hmm...I guess you are. Oh well I still have time to practice. But right now we need to get home.&quot; Eli laughed. &quot;With the way you drive? You sure we'll make it?&quot; Jaci pushed him and he put his basketball shoes in his bag and put his street shoes on. They walked out of the gym, hand in hand. &lt;i&gt;I don't have to worry about my dad finding us anymore.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description>
            <pubDate>Sun, 24 Apr 2011 19:49:44 +0100</pubDate>
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            <title>News: Ballin! and Due Date</title>
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            <description>Ballin: Shane was the star player of the Howlers game against the Talton High Condors. He scored 18 points including two threes(one was a buzzer beater), four lay-ups, two free-throws, and one hook shot. Of course, Blaze was in the stands yelling for him the whole time. Oh and of course I have to shine the light on Grey. He got 10 points. As for the score, Howlers 33, Condors 24, and for the students of SH, everything was all good as they were released for Christmas break.&lt;br&gt;Due Date:Blaze-August 28th&lt;br&gt;</description>
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