<?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-2329847804305121878</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:02:02.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets</title><subtitle type='html'>We all have secrets...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560460890133660949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/2295712833.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-8421097970531556138</id><published>2007-11-28T17:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T17:57:24.834-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>Oh, my word. I am so sorry I haven't posted in so long! So much has happened, and I don't have much time to write about it all. I'll write about as much as I can, a summery, then do the rest later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, "our" laptop. It was destroyed. That's one reason why I (or Ashlee) haven't been able to post. The... Scahls? is that what they're called? well, they  destroyed it. Yes, we met up with them. It was horrible. They were really scary... And they hurt Red. Not &lt;em&gt;too &lt;/em&gt;badly, it was his arm. He's fine now, just has some really gross scars (we heal quickly, i guess).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great, I have to go. I'll post more later! Or Ashlee will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Invisible Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(aka Nadia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329847804305121878-8421097970531556138?l=nadiasecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/feeds/8421097970531556138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329847804305121878&amp;postID=8421097970531556138&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/8421097970531556138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/8421097970531556138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560460890133660949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/2295712833.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-2953155168407622119</id><published>2007-08-24T14:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T15:06:37.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm scared, too...</title><content type='html'>We've been on the run every since... well, a couple days after the last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a... well, i guess you could call it a vision. it was weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My vision got all blue... and, you know how it is on Sims 2 PS2 when you're going to chat with a sim? it kinda zooms... the edges are blurry... yeah, that's how it was with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw these things... they looked like... well, like men, but very scaley... i was looking through some old posts just now, and Maxridelvr commented about shape shifters... i think that's what they are. I saw them busting down the door, armed with guns. I saw them capturing Hope and Red. Ashlee and I hid in a closet. I heard a gunshot... I heard Lep screaming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was the most aweful thing i have ever heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the door opened up, and one of the shape shifters aimed a gun at us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the vision was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was crying... everyone seems worried... It was kind of embaressing. Lep hugged me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was able to stop, i told them everything. Ashlee grabbed the laptop and we headed out. I don't know how far ahead we are from the shape shifters, or if that was just some weird bad dream... but i don't want to know. i just want to get the heck away...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329847804305121878-2953155168407622119?l=nadiasecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/feeds/2953155168407622119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329847804305121878&amp;postID=2953155168407622119&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/2953155168407622119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/2953155168407622119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-scared-too.html' title='I&apos;m scared, too...'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560460890133660949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/2295712833.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-7523867551411029522</id><published>2007-08-24T14:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T14:25:55.639-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy...</title><content type='html'>So much has been happening. It's scaring me. I just want to be normal.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Nadia wants to tell the story.&lt;br /&gt;Here she is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329847804305121878-7523867551411029522?l=nadiasecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/feeds/7523867551411029522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329847804305121878&amp;postID=7523867551411029522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/7523867551411029522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/7523867551411029522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2007/08/busy.html' title='Busy...'/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415896394217011294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.avatarstock.com/img/Catch-me-as-I-fall_1070.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-8158836347216291444</id><published>2007-08-10T11:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T11:41:13.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eclipse</title><content type='html'>Eclipse is SOOOOO good! i'm almost halfway through!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Ashlee***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Nadia and Le-ep, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S- OUCH! NADIA!!! oh, she is SO dead! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329847804305121878-8158836347216291444?l=nadiasecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/feeds/8158836347216291444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329847804305121878&amp;postID=8158836347216291444&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/8158836347216291444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/8158836347216291444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2007/08/eclipse.html' title='Eclipse'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560460890133660949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/2295712833.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-6454966355306208921</id><published>2007-08-10T11:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T11:29:49.235-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>Nadia here (Ashlee made me say that)&lt;br /&gt;I'm much much better, thank God! That was probaly one of my worst experiences ever. Almost as bad as being locked up and experimented on. I don't really remember much. All I really remember is wanting to die. And throwing up. But Ashlee and Lep and Red and Hope said that I kept saying Lep's name... uh-oh... i sure hope Hope (hehe) isn't still on that kick about me likeing Lep. 'Cause it's so not true. I like him as a brother. He's just like us, someone I can relate to. He's nice, smart...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, who am I kidding? he's SO cute! (or kawaii, as Ashlee would say)&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell anyone please! although I'm sure Ashlee reads this blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nadia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;PS. i feel really weird right now... different somehow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;PPS. WHAT THE HECK DID ASHLEE TO TO MY BLOG?! I&lt;em&gt; liked&lt;/em&gt; it how it was!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329847804305121878-6454966355306208921?l=nadiasecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/feeds/6454966355306208921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329847804305121878&amp;postID=6454966355306208921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/6454966355306208921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/6454966355306208921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560460890133660949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/2295712833.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-5852216264605065011</id><published>2007-08-06T21:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T21:04:50.987-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nadia News</title><content type='html'>go to my blog for it. &lt;a href="http://andyouthoughtiwashappy.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://andyouthoughtiwashappy.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesss! only 2 hours till Eclipse!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329847804305121878-5852216264605065011?l=nadiasecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/feeds/5852216264605065011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329847804305121878&amp;postID=5852216264605065011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/5852216264605065011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/5852216264605065011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2007/08/nadia-news.html' title='Nadia News'/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415896394217011294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.avatarstock.com/img/Catch-me-as-I-fall_1070.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-4913350874822834955</id><published>2007-08-01T09:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T09:35:46.569-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blog...</title><content type='html'>i created a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://andyouthoughtiwashappy.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://andyouthoughtiwashappy.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329847804305121878-4913350874822834955?l=nadiasecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/feeds/4913350874822834955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329847804305121878&amp;postID=4913350874822834955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/4913350874822834955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/4913350874822834955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-blog.html' title='My Blog...'/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415896394217011294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.avatarstock.com/img/Catch-me-as-I-fall_1070.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-5754638238201791683</id><published>2007-07-31T08:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T09:14:20.415-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I have my own account!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I created my own blogger account. i am now part of this blog. i know, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;known&lt;/span&gt; i was always against this blog. but there's not really anything i can do now, is there? its too late, they're already after us. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nadia&lt;/span&gt; won't delete this blog.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nadia&lt;/span&gt;, she's still sick. even worst. but yesterday she &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; wake up briefly. She opened her eyes, looked up at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lep&lt;/span&gt;, who wouldn't leave her side, and said "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lep&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;" He kinda half-smiled. But she wouldn't say anything else. He clearly likes her, Hope keeps picking up on that. She says it can get pretty gross in his mind when Nadia's around. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ewww&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;And Hope said Nadia &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;subconsciously&lt;/span&gt; like him, too, but isn't admitting it to herself just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ME~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. should i create my own blog?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329847804305121878-5754638238201791683?l=nadiasecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/feeds/5754638238201791683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329847804305121878&amp;postID=5754638238201791683&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/5754638238201791683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/5754638238201791683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-have-my-own-account.html' title='I have my own account!'/><author><name>Ashlee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04415896394217011294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://www.avatarstock.com/img/Catch-me-as-I-fall_1070.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-3001585106750742188</id><published>2007-07-30T13:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T13:47:49.835-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashlee here.</title><content type='html'>The laptop broke down, but we found some store where they fix comps, so it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;Well, not totaly. Nadia's sick. That's why I'm writing this for her. We're not sure why she's sick, or how or what the hec it is. all i know is that i'm scared. she's really sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First she had a cough.&lt;br /&gt;Then she started coughing weird stuff up.&lt;br /&gt;Then pukeing.&lt;br /&gt;Then she started burning up.&lt;br /&gt;She's sleeping now. Lep's been carrying her, since we really can't afford to stop. Well, we've stopped now, to rest. but other than that, he's been carrying her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really really worried. I mean REALLY really worried. We all are. I'm afraid. I've never seen anything like it. Her face is red. she's sweating, moaning in her sleep. i don't have a thermomater, but she feels much warmer than she should. even if she had the flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to draw a picture of Nadia. I snagged a sketch book and pencil from a store. Nadia doesn't know that I can draw. I can nly draw Japanese Animation, of course, like Nadia, but better.&lt;br /&gt;btw, I have page one of the manga series Courtney's doing for us, but I'm going to wait to post them until i get a few more pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope just said nadia's awake! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashlee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. i'm thinking about getting my own blog...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329847804305121878-3001585106750742188?l=nadiasecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/feeds/3001585106750742188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329847804305121878&amp;postID=3001585106750742188&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/3001585106750742188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/3001585106750742188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2007/07/ashlee-here.html' title='Ashlee here.'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560460890133660949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/2295712833.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-2891257234955750187</id><published>2007-07-06T12:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T12:34:37.161-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday...</title><content type='html'>Yestdarday was my birthday. Some birthday. Not that I'm greedy or anything, but it would be nice to celebrate my fourteenth with some cake... any food that tastes good! well, actualy, Lep stole some doughnuts from a bakery. He stuffed 'em into his huge pockets, so they were squished, and a little gross... but they were better than nothing. The next birthday is Ashlee's, in August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nadia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329847804305121878-2891257234955750187?l=nadiasecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/feeds/2891257234955750187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329847804305121878&amp;postID=2891257234955750187&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/2891257234955750187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/2891257234955750187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2007/07/birthday.html' title='Birthday...'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560460890133660949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/2295712833.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-1304530278479595759</id><published>2007-06-28T17:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T17:41:51.321-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Laptop</title><content type='html'>I feel like crying. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this girl, about 14, Lep's age. She was sitting on a park bench with a laptop.&lt;br /&gt;Lep strolled up to her and started asking questions about it. Trying to make conversation. She had her dog on a leash tied to the bench. She was so intriged by Lep that she didn't even notice Hope untie it. Ashlee bent down to pet him/her and Hope casualy walked up to it and untied it (it was actualy kind of amazing how quickly she was able to do it. probaly quicker than I could!). The dog ran off. Lep told her to go get him/her and he would watch the laptop for her. Guess she really liked him or somthing (the &lt;em&gt;looks &lt;/em&gt;she was gving him!) because she did. And we ran off with the computer. I really didn't want to do it. But we had no money, and Lep really wanted it.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like crying. Stealing milk and bread is one thing, but to steal a expensive computer from an unsuspecting &lt;em&gt;teenager&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;But i'll be posting more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm not sure if I made this clear, probaly not, but Sennet ran off after he rescued us. :( We wouldn't be on the run if he was with us... he can drive! at least i think he can...&lt;br /&gt;And we still have the kitten. We named her Tiger. (I suggested Total, like Venom said, but no one liked that... especialy since Ashlee the animal lover said she's a girl...). Oh, and thank you for noticing the picture I put at the top.  I did choose her because she looked kind of like me... minus the wings... And she looks depressed, like me...&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm depressed! Wouldn't you be if all this stuff happened to you?!&lt;br /&gt;And my birthday is soon... All I wish for is my family back... My blood family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nadia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I'm going to get a CBox! I've seen them around a lot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329847804305121878-1304530278479595759?l=nadiasecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/feeds/1304530278479595759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329847804305121878&amp;postID=1304530278479595759&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/1304530278479595759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/1304530278479595759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2007/06/laptop.html' title='Laptop'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560460890133660949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/2295712833.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-6076233619913569662</id><published>2007-06-26T08:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T08:34:17.677-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Baaaaaaaaaaaack!!!</title><content type='html'>okay, so the police showed up here. We tried to run away, wich made us look kinda suspicous, i guess. that and the fact that we were 5 dirty teenagers (except Red) with a torn-up old, dirty backpack. So they took us.&lt;br /&gt;We said our parent's dies (truth) and that we were looking for a home (kinda truth... we were on our way home!). so they took us to the homeless shelter.&lt;br /&gt;i thought they'd put us in foster care or somthing. weird.&lt;br /&gt;So we escaped after a week and we've been back on the run ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Twilight is soooooooooooooooooooo good... Edward is soooooooooo dreamy...&lt;br /&gt;PPS. if you've been paying attention to my profile, it would say that i'm 13. if you've been paying attention for a long time, i think it said that i just turned 13. that's a mistake. i accedently put 1/5/1994. i meant to put 7/5/1993. oopsies! so my birthday is close. it's so sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329847804305121878-6076233619913569662?l=nadiasecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/feeds/6076233619913569662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329847804305121878&amp;postID=6076233619913569662&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/6076233619913569662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/6076233619913569662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-baaaaaaaaaaaack.html' title='I&apos;m Baaaaaaaaaaaack!!!'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560460890133660949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/2295712833.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-3059769199974376485</id><published>2007-05-29T17:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T17:39:18.471-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>I set up a library card at this library, the one we're currently crashing at. All the info on it is fake, of course.&lt;br /&gt;But I really wanted to read Twilight. It looks soooo good! I'll take it with me. Maybe someday the library will get it back. I'll mail it to them. Someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found a kitten on the road. we've all fallen in love with him (Lep says it's a male, anyways). Especialy Lep. guess it's becuase of his "talents". You know, ag&lt;br /&gt;OMG the policeare here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329847804305121878-3059769199974376485?l=nadiasecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/feeds/3059769199974376485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329847804305121878&amp;postID=3059769199974376485&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/3059769199974376485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/3059769199974376485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2007/05/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560460890133660949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/2295712833.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-1508643448606174113</id><published>2007-05-15T20:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T20:40:59.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Paranoia</title><content type='html'>(is that spelled right?)&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not parnoid.&lt;br /&gt;It's Ashlee. And it's not even what you'd think it's about.&lt;br /&gt;You see, since we've been at libraries a lot, she's had time to discover a few new series...&lt;br /&gt;One if called the Midnighters. I've never read it, but she told me much about it.&lt;br /&gt;And one thing in it, they (these Midnighter people)  have these special powers or talents or somthing. One of the characters has a mind power. She can do a bunch of things with her mind. And I guess once she made a guy mental because she was trying to mess smthing up in his mind or somthing. But anyway, Ashlee's now paranoid that Hope's like that.&lt;br /&gt;I know she's not. But Ahslee won't listen to me. It's sooooo annoying!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I haven't really wrote baout my feelings. I mean, most teenage girls don't get their parents killed, locked up in a lab, tests run on them, break out, and are running for their lives!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week until my birthday. Some birthday. I really really really miss my parents. I cry every night. Still, even though it's been about 5 months. I wonder how my sister's doing...&lt;br /&gt;Ph my gosh, I've been trying to not think about her. She doesn't even know the truth about me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever see her again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Naida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;PS. How's the book Twilight? I'm thinking about reading it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329847804305121878-1508643448606174113?l=nadiasecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/feeds/1508643448606174113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329847804305121878&amp;postID=1508643448606174113&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/1508643448606174113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/1508643448606174113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2007/05/paranoia.html' title='Paranoia'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560460890133660949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/2295712833.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-3446482892978677414</id><published>2007-04-24T18:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T19:27:36.777-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maximum Ride</title><content type='html'>Yes, this post is about Maximum Ride. I know, I haven't had much acsess to a computer, but I really feel like posting about somthing different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you been to the Maximum Ride site latly? &lt;a href="http://www.maximumride.com"&gt;http://www.maximumride.com&lt;/a&gt;. they updated it. Guess what! There's been 1 million clicks, so there's gonna be a Maximum Ride 4!!! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The auditions (for the MR commercial) are down to 2 girls!!! Amy and Nicole. I like Amy best. I want to post pictures of them, but I can't find any (the ones on the MR website won't copy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nadia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;PS. I'm sosososososo sorry that i havn't posted in 4eva!!! I hope I didn't drive any of you away from my site! Please keep reading it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329847804305121878-3446482892978677414?l=nadiasecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/feeds/3446482892978677414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329847804305121878&amp;postID=3446482892978677414&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/3446482892978677414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/3446482892978677414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2007/04/maximum-ride.html' title='Maximum Ride'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560460890133660949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/2295712833.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-911821545214351464</id><published>2007-03-31T20:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T19:15:31.514-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't been able to post in awhile. We walked for days in dessert (good thing we umm... "borrowed" -it wasn't my idea. It was Red's. I hated the idea of stealing, but I sure didn't want to die!- some food and bottled water from a local supermarket... of course, &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; got stuck with turning the food/water invisible. Ugh.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went through some towns, but there were police cars at two, so we had to leave QUICKLY, and another didn't have a library.&lt;br /&gt;Finaly we came to a town with a library we could stay at and REST. Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lep's draped over a chair, almost sleeping, but still watching for any possible danger (the guys we escaped from).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red's sleeping on a couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope's just sitting in a chair, probaly reading minds or somthing. Oh, she just nodded. She IS reading minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashlee's on another computer, I think she's listening to Hannah Montana on YouTube or somthing. Miley Cyrus, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I'd better go. I need some sleep, too.&lt;br /&gt;*yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nadia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329847804305121878-911821545214351464?l=nadiasecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/feeds/911821545214351464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329847804305121878&amp;postID=911821545214351464&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/911821545214351464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/911821545214351464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2007/03/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560460890133660949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/2295712833.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-1801253012965020232</id><published>2007-03-12T15:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T16:04:26.555-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, to set the record straight...</title><content type='html'>Okay, someone posted a comment on my last post, doubting my existance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the answers to those questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How did I get accsess to a computer?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went through this before, a while ago, though.&lt;br /&gt;I found this row of laptops we passed going by on our way to testing. I just turned one invisible while we were walking by them. Then I took it back to my cel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How did I get art supplies?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gaurd (i've gone throught this, too) saw that I was doodling with my finger on the floor, and gave me a sketch book and pencils. Then later she let me borrow her water color pencils. She was the only nice gaurd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How was I able to put my drawings on the blog?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple. A scanner. Much bigger than a laptop, and there were less of them, so I had to return it. But I took one the same way a the computer. Lep helped me carry it. The gaurds barely ever look at us. I did it (scanned the pictures) when one of them dozed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't the computers have passwords?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If I wanted to get onto a certain settings, but I was able to get onto a file-free, password-free settings (I have no idea why they did that. but it sure helped!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When would I have time to create a blog when in a lab?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I created this blog weeks before I was captured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for the current news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't really know where we are, besides a tiny town. With a library, thank God.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime we go by a library I just have to go in. Air condition, seats, books, and computers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashlee doesn't like Hope much. At all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope told me I like Lep. She said she can feel it in my subconcousness. I said she better feel again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drew a picture of red awhile ago, I'll put it on when I find a scanner. Or a digital camera. That could be awile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lep is screaming at me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-The runaway gal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329847804305121878-1801253012965020232?l=nadiasecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/feeds/1801253012965020232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329847804305121878&amp;postID=1801253012965020232&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/1801253012965020232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/1801253012965020232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2007/03/okay-to-set-record-straight.html' title='Okay, to set the record straight...'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560460890133660949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/2295712833.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-7594558837917216628</id><published>2007-02-26T16:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T16:40:55.719-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow!</title><content type='html'>Wow. I can't belive this happened. This is so... so... unreal, to my new life, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was abour two o'Clock in the morning. I was sitting on my hard cot, watching  at Hope sleep. Nothing else to do. Like every other night. I glanced at the gaurd in front of our cells. She looked like she might fall asleep... then dropped. I don't know how. But hten a man, about 30 years old, came out of the shadows (like a movie!) and grabbed her keys. Then he unlocked all our cells. We quietly crepped down the halls, to a door. There was a gaurd. He dropped, like the other one. Why? I don't know. It must have been Sennet, like Maxridelver said (&lt;a href="https://www2.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329847804305121878&amp;postID=1481466808348874850&amp;amp;isPopup=true"&gt;https://www2.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329847804305121878&amp;postID=1481466808348874850&amp;amp;isPopup=true&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Lep is yelling at me to go. We're at a liberary. Can't stay in one place for long. I'll keep ya posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Invisible Girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329847804305121878-7594558837917216628?l=nadiasecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/feeds/7594558837917216628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329847804305121878&amp;postID=7594558837917216628&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/7594558837917216628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/7594558837917216628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2007/02/wow.html' title='Wow!'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560460890133660949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/2295712833.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-7185001649472559882</id><published>2007-02-17T21:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T22:05:09.068-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashlee (colored)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LtVo3pbyDU/RdfCWR_ULRI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wcvoHLl97Ic/s1600-h/ashleecolored.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032704796651695378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LtVo3pbyDU/RdfCWR_ULRI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wcvoHLl97Ic/s320/ashleecolored.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2329847804305121878-7185001649472559882?l=nadiasecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/feeds/7185001649472559882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329847804305121878&amp;postID=7185001649472559882&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/7185001649472559882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/7185001649472559882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2007/02/ashlee-colored.html' title='Ashlee (colored)'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560460890133660949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/2295712833.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LtVo3pbyDU/RdfCWR_ULRI/AAAAAAAAAA8/wcvoHLl97Ic/s72-c/ashleecolored.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-39557138255833227</id><published>2007-02-17T16:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T16:50:16.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me (Nadia)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LtVo3pbyDU/Rdd4gx_ULQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Idp8pHRXuT0/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032623613179866370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LtVo3pbyDU/Rdd4gx_ULQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Idp8pHRXuT0/s320/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2329847804305121878-39557138255833227?l=nadiasecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/feeds/39557138255833227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329847804305121878&amp;postID=39557138255833227&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/39557138255833227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/39557138255833227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2007/02/me-nadia.html' title='Me (Nadia)'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560460890133660949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/2295712833.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LtVo3pbyDU/Rdd4gx_ULQI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Idp8pHRXuT0/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-1117758955967028184</id><published>2007-02-17T12:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T12:21:59.755-05:00</updated><title type='text'>They just don't belive me...</title><content type='html'>I told everyone that Maxridelvr said that a guy was going to help us break out. They don't belive me. They say it won't happen. Until today, when Hope said a new voice came into her head. She explained to me that there's a lot of voices in her head, people's thoughts. She has to tune them out, but if she wants to listen to someone, she just picks a voice and listens. And she can hear everyone within a ten-mile radius. She said somone &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; coming to save us! So there, Lep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329847804305121878-1117758955967028184?l=nadiasecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/feeds/1117758955967028184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329847804305121878&amp;postID=1117758955967028184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/1117758955967028184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/1117758955967028184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2007/02/they-just-dont-belive-me.html' title='They just don&apos;t belive me...'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560460890133660949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/2295712833.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-1481466808348874850</id><published>2007-02-10T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T21:25:02.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still workin' on him...</title><content type='html'>Sigh. I told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Lep&lt;/span&gt; we should try escaping. My exact approach was 'You know, I've been thinking. We should blow this joint. Ya think?" and he just looked at me like I was crazy. Thinking back, that wasn't exactly the BEST approach... not even close. He replied by saying "Yeah, sure. Then we could go flying." Well, i guess he has a point. These people work for the government, i think. It wouldn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt; be happy to have the CIA after us.&lt;br /&gt;But i'm working on him. I'll think of somthing. Ashlee can controll plants... maybe she could have some of them choke a couple people. And Lep could... jump on a high shelf and fall on someone? And Red could... not sure. And Hope could... not sure. And I could turn some guy's clothes invisible? Maybe he's die from embarressment? haha yeah, right.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to KILL aybody. I couldn't live with that. But if it was nessecary, I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's not nessecary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329847804305121878-1481466808348874850?l=nadiasecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/feeds/1481466808348874850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329847804305121878&amp;postID=1481466808348874850&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/1481466808348874850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/1481466808348874850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2007/02/still-workin-on-him.html' title='Still workin&apos; on him...'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560460890133660949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/2295712833.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-5690479693670585650</id><published>2007-02-05T15:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T16:02:30.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope (colored) and Ashlee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LtVo3pbyDU/RceaWSSQdgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/KhLug77jt90/s1600-h/hope2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028157216638662146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LtVo3pbyDU/RceaWSSQdgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/KhLug77jt90/s320/hope2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the gaurds saw that I like to draw and loaned me some of her (yes, HER, you sexist pigs. Girls CAN be gaurds, you know) water color pencils. So I colored in Hope.  Oh, and, yes, those are the color of clothes she's currently wearing. We're all wearing the same things we had on when we were captured. Hope woke up in the middle of the night (if you remember the story i told you) and slipped into some clothes that were on the floor. So, if you think that they llok weird, that's why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LtVo3pbyDU/RceaWiSQdhI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ewMG7-9e5Q4/s1600-h/Ashlee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028157220933629458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LtVo3pbyDU/RceaWiSQdhI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ewMG7-9e5Q4/s320/Ashlee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ashlee found a pair of scissors and MADE me cut her hair. As you can tell, it's not very even. (NO, Ashlee didn't wake up in the middle of the night and  just put on whatever she could find. She often wore that shirt to school. That's Ashlee for ya)&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/2329847804305121878-5690479693670585650?l=nadiasecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/feeds/5690479693670585650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329847804305121878&amp;postID=5690479693670585650&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/5690479693670585650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/5690479693670585650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2007/02/hope-colored-and-ashlee.html' title='Hope (colored) and Ashlee'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560460890133660949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/2295712833.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LtVo3pbyDU/RceaWSSQdgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/KhLug77jt90/s72-c/hope2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-7390639836891686750</id><published>2007-02-04T20:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T20:21:51.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LtVo3pbyDU/RcaGgCSQdfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JkbE8wyG1jY/s1600-h/Hope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027853918933120498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LtVo3pbyDU/RcaGgCSQdfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JkbE8wyG1jY/s320/Hope.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329847804305121878-7390639836891686750?l=nadiasecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/feeds/7390639836891686750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329847804305121878&amp;postID=7390639836891686750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/7390639836891686750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/7390639836891686750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2007/02/hope.html' title='Hope'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560460890133660949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/2295712833.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LtVo3pbyDU/RcaGgCSQdfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/JkbE8wyG1jY/s72-c/Hope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-2310729681367283462</id><published>2007-02-03T21:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T21:31:20.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm gonna go stir crazy! (what's stir mean?)</title><content type='html'>K, i'm gonna find a way for those STUPID scientists to know that WE are better, stronger than them.&lt;br /&gt;I'll talk to Lep bout it. He should agree. He always understands me.&lt;br /&gt;Ya know what? Ashlee says he likes me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329847804305121878-2310729681367283462?l=nadiasecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/feeds/2310729681367283462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329847804305121878&amp;postID=2310729681367283462&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/2310729681367283462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/2310729681367283462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-gonna-go-stir-crazy-whats-stir-mean.html' title='I&apos;m gonna go stir crazy! (what&apos;s stir mean?)'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560460890133660949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/2295712833.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-914499945697882252</id><published>2007-01-27T15:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T15:58:27.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Place'll be the Death of Me</title><content type='html'>I have to get out of here. I'm going to die. I almost want to die! I'm not sure... I'm so confused. If it weren't for Ashlee, Red, Lep, and Hope, I'd probaly kill myself. I almost did. I think. I'm not sure what I was thinking. All I know is that during testing, I started inching towards a bunch of sharp-looking docter things... some needles and KNIVES. I was so close to them, my hand reaching towards them... then Lep grabed my hand and pulled me back to the group, where spome scietist was testing Ashlee's plant powers.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what would have happened if I had gotten ahold of one of the knives. It wouldn't have been pretty, I know that. Blood, naturaly. Probaly on me, possibly on the dumb butt scientists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta get outta here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329847804305121878-914499945697882252?l=nadiasecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/feeds/914499945697882252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329847804305121878&amp;postID=914499945697882252&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/914499945697882252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/914499945697882252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-placell-be-death-of-me.html' title='This Place&apos;ll be the Death of Me'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560460890133660949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/2295712833.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-1864184357398211258</id><published>2007-01-23T15:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T16:18:17.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope Has Wings</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gp6VBhQmn74"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gp6VBhQmn74" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess why I posted this song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(For you dense peoples, the REAL Hope HAS FREAKIN' WINGS!!! Want the whole story? Read our convers. below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ME: Why won't you talk to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;HOPE: (looks away)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ME: C'mon, Hope. You can trust me. I'm just like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;HOPE: No, you're not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ME: But you can read minds, right? And I can turn invisible. And I have wings. I'm much more a freak then you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;HOPE: I'm more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ME: More of a freak? I doubt that. How?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;HOPE: Never mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ME: C'mon! You CAN trust me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;HOPE: (sighs. Pulls off long coat. reveals BE-utiful wings!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ME: (gasps)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;HOPE: They're ugly, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ME: No... they're... they're beautiful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;HOPE: You're just saying that. You're lying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ME: What are you, blind? Your wings are soooo much more prettier than mine! How can you even THINK they're ugly?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;HOPE: Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ME: Yes what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;HOPE: Yes, I'm blind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ME: Oh... I- I didn't know... Actualy, that explains a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember the conversation as well anymore, so I'll just give ya an overveiw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope went on to tell me that she had a normal family. Never lived a normal life. She was blind at birth (or should I say making? I'm still not sure how those stupid scientists made us!). Was adopted, like me. Then, one night, she woke up to noises of guns. Then some huge hands picked her up and threw her in a box. Now she's here.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so sorry for her. She always had trouble at school cos she's blind. But she said reading minds really helped. She could tell where a person was at and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on a drawing of Hope. I'll post it sometime. Oh, and sorry that I haven't posted in awhile. I made a draft, but then I was interrupted. So I've known this Hope stuff for... about 4 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329847804305121878-1864184357398211258?l=nadiasecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/feeds/1864184357398211258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329847804305121878&amp;postID=1864184357398211258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/1864184357398211258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/1864184357398211258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2007/01/hope-has-wings.html' title='Hope Has Wings'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560460890133660949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/2295712833.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-1440545791830712447</id><published>2007-01-13T10:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T10:14:30.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NEWS FLASH! NEWS FLASH!</title><content type='html'>Hope said somthing!!! We were in the rec room (a room with a TV, couch, and foozeball table) and I asked her what her powers are. She said..................................................... "Read minds." that's it. i t ried to get her to say more, but she went back to staring into space. Grrr. But i'll tell ya if she says more!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i just realized somthing. If she can read monds, my thoughts aren't private anymore. Oh, great. Just what I need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329847804305121878-1440545791830712447?l=nadiasecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/feeds/1440545791830712447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329847804305121878&amp;postID=1440545791830712447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/1440545791830712447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/1440545791830712447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2007/01/news-flash-news-flash.html' title='NEWS FLASH! NEWS FLASH!'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560460890133660949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/2295712833.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-77590313882231458</id><published>2007-01-06T20:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T20:48:04.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, WEIRD...</title><content type='html'>Okay, this is WEIRD. I was staring at Hope. She was staring at me. She still hasn't talked yet. I kept thinking &lt;em&gt;C'Mon, talk, TALK!&lt;/em&gt; and get this... she SHOOK HER HEAD. I don't know if it's a coincedance or not. I'll keep ya posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329847804305121878-77590313882231458?l=nadiasecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/feeds/77590313882231458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329847804305121878&amp;postID=77590313882231458&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/77590313882231458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/77590313882231458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2007/01/okay-weird.html' title='Okay, WEIRD...'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560460890133660949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/2295712833.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-5217528661546176022</id><published>2007-01-03T15:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T16:27:41.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Kid In Town...</title><content type='html'>omigosh, there's someone new here!!! Her name's Hope. She's really pretty. I don't know why she's here, but she has a cell next to mine. There's only five of us. Me, Ashlee, two boys, a ten-year-old named Red (he grew up in this prision. He said a experiment -made by the stupid scientists- named him. His name was Marnin. Marnin died when he was ten. A unsuccessful experiment.),  and a fourtneen-year-old boy named Lep (he said he likes lepards, but didn't want his NAME to be Lepord. So he shortened it. He came to this place two years ago, when he was twelve. He &lt;em&gt;used&lt;/em&gt; to have a family, just like Ashlee and I. I don't know about Hope. She just got here. I want to see if she has wings, but she has this large coat on that covers her whole body. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah. I forgot. Red can hear and see REALY far. Like, miles. And Lep is kinda like a cat. He can see in the dark, he can balance really well, and he can jump far. But no physical weirdness. I'm the only one. Well, I might be. Hope refuses to talk. She just sits there and stares at me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329847804305121878-5217528661546176022?l=nadiasecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/feeds/5217528661546176022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329847804305121878&amp;postID=5217528661546176022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/5217528661546176022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/5217528661546176022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-kid-in-town.html' title='New Kid In Town...'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560460890133660949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/2295712833.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-3325064797972405581</id><published>2006-12-24T17:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T17:25:34.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm getting skinnier by the day...</title><content type='html'>some Christmas. Stuck in a glass cell.&lt;br /&gt;For the powers experiments, they havn't done too much. nothing painful... yet. they've only made us show them their powers (if i was thinking clearly, i would have pretended i didn't have any pow ers, but i wasn't...). i hate this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O&amp;O,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329847804305121878-3325064797972405581?l=nadiasecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/feeds/3325064797972405581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329847804305121878&amp;postID=3325064797972405581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/3325064797972405581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/3325064797972405581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-getting-skinnier-by-day.html' title='I&apos;m getting skinnier by the day...'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560460890133660949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/2295712833.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-7719505275380001562</id><published>2006-12-18T20:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T20:36:04.542-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story</title><content type='html'>I don't have much time. I turned invisible to buy time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strange looking people that went into ahslee's houise shot her parents. kidnapped her. my parents tried to take 'em to the Hospital, but the guys who shot em purposly hit our car... hard. i'm fine, just a LOT of bruises, but my and ashlee's parents are killed. those guyshualed me off to another states, far far away, farther than i've ever been (probaly NM or somthing). They threw Ashlee and I into glass cells. we have em next to each other. They've been doing experiments on us. Taking blood, hitting us with reflex hammers, it's been &lt;em&gt;h. &lt;/em&gt;a doc said we're starting other experiments tomorrow. like, on our powers. GREAT. I hate this place... it's worst than you can ever imagine. they let us go to the bathroom only twice a day and we only get a small sandwich for every meal. that might suit an anorexic, but Ashlee and i have weird genes, so i'm normal more hunger than my dad. or, than my dad WAS. geez, i miss 'em. i've been crying everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g2g bye more l8r&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329847804305121878-7719505275380001562?l=nadiasecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/feeds/7719505275380001562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329847804305121878&amp;postID=7719505275380001562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/7719505275380001562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/7719505275380001562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2006/12/story.html' title='The Story'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560460890133660949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/2295712833.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-1055301274123717714</id><published>2006-12-06T11:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T11:24:43.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>can't talk long. ahslee's parents got shot. my parents killed too. i got caught. someones coming g2g bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329847804305121878-1055301274123717714?l=nadiasecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/feeds/1055301274123717714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329847804305121878&amp;postID=1055301274123717714&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/1055301274123717714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/1055301274123717714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2006/12/cant-talk-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560460890133660949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/2295712833.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-876682867727286874</id><published>2006-12-03T16:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T16:10:46.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothin' Much...</title><content type='html'>I'm Bored. I need some exitment. Some GOOD exitment, like a concert, not like getting kidnapped.&lt;br /&gt;I've visited all the good blogs, I've gotten on all the good sites. I read two Replica books in the last three hours, and my family and I put up the Christmas Tree.&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;I just looked outt he window. Some suspicous-looking men just went into Ashlee's house... I'm telling my parents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329847804305121878-876682867727286874?l=nadiasecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/feeds/876682867727286874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329847804305121878&amp;postID=876682867727286874&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/876682867727286874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/876682867727286874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2006/12/nothin-much.html' title='Nothin&apos; Much...'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560460890133660949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/2295712833.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-5233387976462555908</id><published>2006-12-01T17:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T17:19:46.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home, Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>I'm back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashlee and I finaly got a hold of our parents and they drove all the way to Gorgia (the state we were carried off to) to get us. Now we're home. Thank God we only mised three days of school! I mean, i don't normaly like school in general, but I HATE making up the work. It really thukth (aka sucks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329847804305121878-5233387976462555908?l=nadiasecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/feeds/5233387976462555908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329847804305121878&amp;postID=5233387976462555908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/5233387976462555908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/5233387976462555908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2006/12/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home, Sweet Home'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560460890133660949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/2295712833.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-1957169120350996227</id><published>2006-11-28T16:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T16:55:44.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashlee</title><content type='html'>BEFORE                          AFTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/nhgaj.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/320/nhgaj.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/Ashlee%20edit.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/320/Ashlee%20edit.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashlee has... her own style. She hates her haircut. She got it last month. She practicaly changes her taste as often as people change their underwear!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329847804305121878-1957169120350996227?l=nadiasecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/feeds/1957169120350996227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329847804305121878&amp;postID=1957169120350996227&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/1957169120350996227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/1957169120350996227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2006/11/ashlee_28.html' title='Ashlee'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560460890133660949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/2295712833.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-8109130293060340489</id><published>2006-11-27T15:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T19:54:57.535-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Escape Story</title><content type='html'>Okay, here's the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doorbell rang, I signed off the 'puter. I answered the door. There were two very muscular men, holding a box. They picked me up and stuffed me into it. They threw me into the back of a U-Haul. They slammed to doors. I turned the box invisible, but it was too dark to see anyways. We drove for about an hour. The truck stopped. I turned the box visible again. The men picked up the box and threw me into another truck, but more like a semi this time. When the doors slammed, I turned the box invisible. It was lighter in here this time. I saw another box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello?" I called quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nadia?" A familiar voice replied. It was Ashlee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What happened?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in the semi for about three hours. Man, did I have to pee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we stopped, a (nother) guy opened the doors and brought out our boxes. When he peeked inside MY box, I punched him. I'm a lot sstrongger than the average thirteen year old, so he dropped my box and stumbled back. I jumped out, opened Ashlee's box, and we ran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ran for a couple miles before we came across a town. We stopped at a public library to find a way home. Ashlee got onto Mapquest, and I, without anyting else to do, got onto my blog. That's when I posted the last post. Then those men came into the library, obviously looking for us, so we ran out the emergency exit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ran for a couple hours, with only a few brakes, until a (about 30 years old) couple stopped us. We said some guys kidnapped us and we needed to get home, and the couple offered to let us stay at their house until we found a way home. That's where I'm now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Nadia~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I drew another pic of myself and scanned in onto the 'puter. Then I got onto Microsoft Picture It! and edited the color, so it was not as faded. Look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BEFORE                             AFTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/160536/rewwee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/598/284405249548965/320/190210/rewwee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/791222/Nadiaedit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/598/284405249548965/320/370300/Nadiaedit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totaly like the AFTER better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329847804305121878-8109130293060340489?l=nadiasecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/feeds/8109130293060340489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329847804305121878&amp;postID=8109130293060340489&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/8109130293060340489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/8109130293060340489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2006/11/escape-story.html' title='The Escape Story'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560460890133660949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/2295712833.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-2001595241889365312</id><published>2006-11-25T10:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T10:42:28.662-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh-oh..</title><content type='html'>Can't talk long. The person at the door wasn't UPS. It was some huge guys who threw me into a box and took of with me. They took Ashlee, too. We managed to escape (details later). We're a couple states away from home. I gotta go. I think they're coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329847804305121878-2001595241889365312?l=nadiasecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/feeds/2001595241889365312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329847804305121878&amp;postID=2001595241889365312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/2001595241889365312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/2001595241889365312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2006/11/uh-oh.html' title='Uh-oh..'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560460890133660949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/2295712833.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-4634028263095130303</id><published>2006-11-24T13:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T13:59:55.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, Y'all</title><content type='html'>I'm home alone right now... My 'rents are out seeing a movie, my sister is @ a friends house... I tried calling Ashlee, but no one's answering... which is really weird 'cuz she should be home right now. She was home last night. She shouldn't have gone anywhere, cuz her parents are out of town on a buisness trip. They left last night, after their Thnxgiving dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Someone's knocking on the door, better go answer it (it's probaly UPS).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329847804305121878-4634028263095130303?l=nadiasecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/feeds/4634028263095130303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329847804305121878&amp;postID=4634028263095130303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/4634028263095130303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/4634028263095130303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2006/11/hey-yall_24.html' title='Hey, Y&apos;all'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560460890133660949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/2295712833.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-2927299467221130352</id><published>2006-11-21T20:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T20:24:55.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>♪Turkey day, Turkey day, it's two days from turkey day♪&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329847804305121878-2927299467221130352?l=nadiasecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/feeds/2927299467221130352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329847804305121878&amp;postID=2927299467221130352&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/2927299467221130352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/2927299467221130352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2006/11/turkey-day-turkey-day-its-two-days-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560460890133660949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/2295712833.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-1994421754873478843</id><published>2006-11-21T16:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T16:26:47.938-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, Y'all</title><content type='html'>Sorry I havn't posted for awhile, nothin' really to post... Life as me is normal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a B on a math paper today&lt;br /&gt;Today's hot lunch was fall-apart-in-your-mouth maceroni- gross!&lt;br /&gt;I was almost late for school 'cause my sister was hogging the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;A black cat crossed my path today... am I going to get bad luck?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329847804305121878-1994421754873478843?l=nadiasecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/feeds/1994421754873478843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329847804305121878&amp;postID=1994421754873478843&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/1994421754873478843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/1994421754873478843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2006/11/hey-yall.html' title='Hey, Y&apos;all'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560460890133660949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/2295712833.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-8037800727353942998</id><published>2006-11-19T16:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T16:14:04.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm...</title><content type='html'>I'm thinking of writing a story of my life... Although my life is kinda boring, so I'd have to add fake stuff... hmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329847804305121878-8037800727353942998?l=nadiasecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/feeds/8037800727353942998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329847804305121878&amp;postID=8037800727353942998&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/8037800727353942998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/8037800727353942998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2006/11/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm...'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560460890133660949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/2295712833.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-5385989705530213081</id><published>2006-11-18T21:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T21:07:50.687-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MOOD: Happy!!!</title><content type='html'>Ashlee was the person who rang the doorbell, she wanted me to spend the night at her house. I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched movies (Just Like Heaven, RV, and National Treasure)&lt;br /&gt;We did each others makeup... but really badly (on purpose)&lt;br /&gt;We ate junk food&lt;br /&gt;And, of course, we stayed up really late adn talked.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what we talked about.&lt;br /&gt;You guessed it...&lt;br /&gt;Us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her how long she's known she's a mutant, if she could demonstrate for me, if she knows anything about our history, stuff like that. She knew as much as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think I might be able to convince her to join this blog...&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, man, it's getting late... and I still have to talk a shower. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adios!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329847804305121878-5385989705530213081?l=nadiasecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/feeds/5385989705530213081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329847804305121878&amp;postID=5385989705530213081&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/5385989705530213081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/5385989705530213081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2006/11/mood-happy.html' title='MOOD: Happy!!!'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560460890133660949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/2295712833.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-3138138734287725217</id><published>2006-11-17T16:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T16:29:14.702-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, so I talked to Ashlee...</title><content type='html'>AND GUESS WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, you wouldn't be able to guess. I'll tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Ashlee this morning and demanded an explanation for that note. She said-- actualy, here's the conversation (I have a really good memory, so I was able to memerize how the conversation went. I guess it's cuz I'm a mutant)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ashlee:&lt;/span&gt; Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nadia:&lt;/span&gt; Yesterday I went into your room and found a note. For me. Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about, I know you do. You'd better start explaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt; Huh? Who is this? Nadia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;N:&lt;/span&gt; I'm waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt; I can't tell you now. Meet me by the apple tree two blocks away from school. 'Kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;N:&lt;/span&gt; You had better have a good explanation then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt; I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation at apple tree:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;N:&lt;/span&gt; Spill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt; (sighs) Well, it started when I was on Blogger, bored. I did a search, just for fun. I saw your blog. I didn't know it was your blog until I saw your profile. Then I realized you were like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;N:&lt;/span&gt; Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt; I can control nature. I'm like you. A mutant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;N:&lt;/span&gt; But... but... why did you send me those notes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt; For your safty. I knew somone created us, and they must be looking for us now. If anyone's sick enough to create a mutant, I'm pretty sure they'd want to keep it locked up. So you can&lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;tell &lt;em&gt;any&lt;/em&gt;body about your, uh, abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;N:&lt;/span&gt; Oh my gosh... oh, my gosh... I can't belive it... do you have pwowers? what are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt; I control nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;N:&lt;/span&gt; Huh? Are you serious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A:&lt;/span&gt; Don't get exited. I can't do anything that's taller than ten feet. And I can only do plants, like trees or flowers or bushes. Uh-oh. We'd better get to school &lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt;. We're gonna be late! And, no, in case you were wondering I don't have wings. C'mon! Stop standing there! Can you really afford to be tardy again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way to school, she tried to convince me to shut down my blog. Did I listen? Noooo, of COURSE not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G2g, doorbell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329847804305121878-3138138734287725217?l=nadiasecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/feeds/3138138734287725217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329847804305121878&amp;postID=3138138734287725217&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/3138138734287725217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/3138138734287725217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2006/11/okay-so-i-talked-to-ashlee.html' title='Okay, so I talked to Ashlee...'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560460890133660949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/2295712833.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-5950731480554076919</id><published>2006-11-16T18:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T18:37:26.144-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, my gosh...</title><content type='html'>I'm freaking out right now. Just freaking out. I'm so confused... all my emotions are mixed up right now... confused, scared, mad... everything!&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let me start from the beginning...&lt;br /&gt;Remember how I said I was going to drop off the book @ Ashlee's? Well, I did...&lt;br /&gt;When I got there, her mom said she was at the library. She told me I could go and put it in her room.&lt;br /&gt;So I did.&lt;br /&gt;And found this note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/zzsx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/320/zzsx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same as the others, exept this one has my name on it. That's what caught my eye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, is Ashlee out to get me? How did she find out about her powers? Will... will SHE kill me? Or somone else?&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to get a hlod of her ever since I got home. No luck yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329847804305121878-5950731480554076919?l=nadiasecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/feeds/5950731480554076919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329847804305121878&amp;postID=5950731480554076919&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/5950731480554076919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/5950731480554076919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2006/11/oh-my-gosh.html' title='Oh, my gosh...'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560460890133660949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/2295712833.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-676230334763384733</id><published>2006-11-16T16:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T16:31:45.482-05:00</updated><title type='text'>: )</title><content type='html'>I love Maximum Ride sooo much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, gotta go. I just found a book I needed to return to Ashlee... Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329847804305121878-676230334763384733?l=nadiasecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/feeds/676230334763384733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329847804305121878&amp;postID=676230334763384733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/676230334763384733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/676230334763384733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post_16.html' title=': )'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560460890133660949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/2295712833.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-4892256738425878298</id><published>2006-11-15T17:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T17:47:36.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>???</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure wheather to shut down my blog or not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are those notes just a practical joke???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who knows about my powers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329847804305121878-4892256738425878298?l=nadiasecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/feeds/4892256738425878298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329847804305121878&amp;postID=4892256738425878298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/4892256738425878298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/4892256738425878298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title='???'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560460890133660949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/2295712833.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-1345813432814909644</id><published>2006-11-13T20:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:30:39.427-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ash tried to teach me how to do back bends today after school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it was a test, I would have failed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329847804305121878-1345813432814909644?l=nadiasecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/feeds/1345813432814909644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329847804305121878&amp;postID=1345813432814909644&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/1345813432814909644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/1345813432814909644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2006/11/ash-tried-to-teach-me-how-to-do-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560460890133660949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/2295712833.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-3908881794960605929</id><published>2006-11-12T15:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:52:50.072-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ashlee's been acting really weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda scared, and she's been really protective of me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329847804305121878-3908881794960605929?l=nadiasecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/feeds/3908881794960605929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329847804305121878&amp;postID=3908881794960605929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/3908881794960605929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/3908881794960605929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2006/11/ashlees-been-acting-really-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560460890133660949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/2295712833.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-3370536958830595763</id><published>2006-11-12T15:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:51:08.844-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Note... Double Freaked</title><content type='html'>I found another note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't bother to scan in on the 'puter... all it said was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Shut Down Your Blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Unless You Want To Die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329847804305121878-3370536958830595763?l=nadiasecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/feeds/3370536958830595763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329847804305121878&amp;postID=3370536958830595763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/3370536958830595763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/3370536958830595763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2006/11/another-note-double-freaked.html' title='Another Note... Double Freaked'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560460890133660949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/2295712833.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-7381796540120818893</id><published>2006-11-12T14:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:03:58.921-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't posted lately, I stayed the weekend at Ashlee's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She really likes plants, too!&lt;br /&gt;She has them everywhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has seven six foot trees, about thirty flowers, five venus fly traps, and nine mini-trees (from Asia or somthing. I can't rememer what they're called).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she can keep them alive during the winter! I can't do that! She says she uses Mirical Grow, but I tried it and it doesn't work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329847804305121878-7381796540120818893?l=nadiasecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/feeds/7381796540120818893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329847804305121878&amp;postID=7381796540120818893&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/7381796540120818893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/7381796540120818893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2006/11/hey.html' title='Hey'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560460890133660949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/2295712833.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-3710547786760769992</id><published>2006-11-10T11:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T12:17:28.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaked Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I just got this note...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/lastscan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/320/lastscan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really freaked out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329847804305121878-3710547786760769992?l=nadiasecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/feeds/3710547786760769992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329847804305121878&amp;postID=3710547786760769992&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/3710547786760769992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/3710547786760769992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2006/11/freaked-out.html' title='Freaked Out'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560460890133660949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/2295712833.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-4001866005975355329</id><published>2006-11-10T11:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T11:19:21.738-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Animals</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/00010112000086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/320/00010112000086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are all of my stuffed animals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not nearly as much as Ashlee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/00010112000098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/320/00010112000098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of Ashlee's cats!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329847804305121878-4001866005975355329?l=nadiasecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/feeds/4001866005975355329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329847804305121878&amp;postID=4001866005975355329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/4001866005975355329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/4001866005975355329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2006/11/animals.html' title='Animals'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560460890133660949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/2295712833.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-1872184280877202928</id><published>2006-11-10T10:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T10:32:23.842-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashlee</title><content type='html'>Ashlee is really an animal lover! I mean, I love animals, too, but not as much as her! Her room is animal themed, she has stuffed animals EVERYWHERE (on her desk, on all five long shelves, covering her bed, in a mini hamic, in all four corners of her room, under her bed, in her closet, and scattered around on her floor) I think she has at least ninety of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, she has 2 mice, 3 gerbils, and 2 cats! 7 pets! I have one snake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she's always talking to them like they're human or somthig. I talk to my snake, too, but I don't ask him if his water is too warm or cold then go get new water!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329847804305121878-1872184280877202928?l=nadiasecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/feeds/1872184280877202928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329847804305121878&amp;postID=1872184280877202928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/1872184280877202928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/1872184280877202928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2006/11/ashlee.html' title='Ashlee'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560460890133660949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/2295712833.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-1042081222198650335</id><published>2006-11-09T20:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T20:27:04.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More 'Bout Me</title><content type='html'>'Kay, so you know about the supernatural part of me. Now about the normal part of me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My favorite TV show is The Office&lt;br /&gt;- My favorite books are Maximum Ride and Replica (I like to read about other mutants)&lt;br /&gt;- My favorite singer is Hilary Duff and Brie Larson&lt;br /&gt;- My favorite song is Hope Has Wings (by Brie Larson)&lt;br /&gt;- My favorite movies are Spiderman and Catwoman&lt;br /&gt;- I have dark blonde hair&lt;br /&gt;- I have blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;- I have one mom, one dad, and one older sister&lt;br /&gt;- I was adopted&lt;br /&gt;- I have one Best Friend, Ashlee&lt;br /&gt;- My favorite class is Art&lt;br /&gt;- I'm practicaly addicted to this computer&lt;br /&gt;- I have freakin' WINGS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn it, I almost made it through a post without mentioning my wings. DARN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329847804305121878-1042081222198650335?l=nadiasecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/feeds/1042081222198650335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329847804305121878&amp;postID=1042081222198650335&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/1042081222198650335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/1042081222198650335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2006/11/more-bout-me.html' title='More &apos;Bout Me'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560460890133660949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/2295712833.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-4519411745879299774</id><published>2006-11-09T16:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T16:06:21.797-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I loved this show... And still do!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/92783d7e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/320/92783d7e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/th_haunted.png"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/320/th_haunted.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TRU CALLING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cancelled, for "low ratings"&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/2329847804305121878-4519411745879299774?l=nadiasecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/feeds/4519411745879299774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329847804305121878&amp;postID=4519411745879299774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/4519411745879299774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/4519411745879299774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-loved-this-show-and-still-do.html' title='I loved this show... And still do!'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560460890133660949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/2295712833.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-2383985162922692202</id><published>2006-11-09T14:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:39:50.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry, again.</title><content type='html'>Sorry, my mom came in (again) and told me to get off the 'puter and do my evil homework (she didn't call it evil, I did).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dicovered that I could turn invisible. It was really fun. I would take my clothes off ('cause my clothes wouln't turn invisible) and wander arounf the house, unseen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, at age 10 I discovered somthing even MORE major...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could turn &lt;strong&gt;things&lt;/strong&gt; invisible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just small things, like a cookie. I can't turn a human invisible or anything. But I could turn my CLOTHES invisible! No more wandering around naked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know excacly how I do it. I guess I kinda touch it, really concentrate, then it just turns invisible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered my power of turning myself invisible when my older sister was doing her science homework. She got up to go to the bathroom and I looked at it. She's two years older than me, and was learning about the human body. In the book, though, there was a muscel thatI had that the book didn't. I don't know how I knew this, but I just did. I decided to try out the muscel, squeezing it in all different ways. Then I just, turned invisible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta, go, my show's on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329847804305121878-2383985162922692202?l=nadiasecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/feeds/2383985162922692202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329847804305121878&amp;postID=2383985162922692202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/2383985162922692202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/2383985162922692202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2006/11/sorry-again.html' title='Sorry, again.'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560460890133660949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/2295712833.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-3235965265339055391</id><published>2006-11-09T13:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T13:59:23.349-05:00</updated><title type='text'>About Me</title><content type='html'>Sorry, my mom came in the room. I didn't want her to see this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, she doesn't know I'm a mutant, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always hoped I'd find others, just like me. Like in that series, Roswell High. They found more aliens. But I don't think I'll ever find more mutants. I'm an original, the one and only. It really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I a mutant? I have no idea. I was adopted when I was four. Before that I lived in foster homes. I'm glad to say that I shouldn't ever have to switch houses and families again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the only one who knows I'm a mutant. At least, until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always known I've had wings. They're beautiful. Long and white. I keep them hidden under my clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been really quiet. I have one really close friend, Ashlee. I met her when I was five. At school, I never talk unless talked to. Unless it's Ashlee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, at age seven, I discovered somthing. Somthing major.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I could turn invisible.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329847804305121878-3235965265339055391?l=nadiasecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/feeds/3235965265339055391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329847804305121878&amp;postID=3235965265339055391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/3235965265339055391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/3235965265339055391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2006/11/about-me.html' title='About Me'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560460890133660949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/2295712833.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2329847804305121878.post-4041965148880366391</id><published>2006-11-09T13:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T13:44:13.122-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared. I've never done this before. Not just the whole managing-a-blog thing. More like the, uh, telling-the-whole-world-your-a-mutant thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, I'm a mutant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh-oh. Gotta go. More info later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2329847804305121878-4041965148880366391?l=nadiasecret.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/feeds/4041965148880366391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2329847804305121878&amp;postID=4041965148880366391&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/4041965148880366391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2329847804305121878/posts/default/4041965148880366391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadiasecret.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>Nadia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04560460890133660949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/598/284405249548965/1600/2295712833.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
