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			<title>The Long, Winding Road</title>
			<description>A touch of poison?</description>
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			<title>The First Day</title>
			<description>First day of school....hmm...</description>
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			<title>Character Profiles</title>
			<description>Tell me what you think!!</description>
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			<title>A Proposal</title>
			<description>Read the chapter! (:</description>
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			<title>School?</title>
			<description>This may not be the best chapter guys! I've been kind of out of it these past few days. Sorry. :
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			<title>Rehearsal</title>
			<description>(TREVOR'S P.O.V)Kevin,I, and the passed out dorks were all in the living room. My twobrothers had finally woken up, still not complete vampires. Their eyeswere the main feature of their new faces. It was so weird staring atLogan, knowing he was a vampire and, well, potentially stronger t..</description>
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			<title>A Day Out</title>
			<description>What little time is there? I'd like to say again, thank you to my sister Joanna. She'll be helping me with the book, too. There was a few paragraphs writted=n fully by her in this one chapter. (=</description>
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			<title>Through New Eyes</title>
			<description>(TAYLOR'S P.O.V)&quot;Yes, I am your sister.&quot;&quot;You think I don't know that?&quot; I answered Helena a bit too harshly. &amp;nbsp;My emotions were fresh, strong. I was a new me.Althoughshe was right in my face, Helena was not the one I wanted to see. Norwas Kevin. Drake and Logan (who happened to be&amp;nbsp;uncons..</description>
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			<title>Becoming One</title>
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			<title>The Aftermath</title>
			<description>So what happens now? :)</description>
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			<title>Explanations</title>
			<description>Another MUST READ chapter!(:</description>
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			<title>Who Are You?</title>
			<description>(Still Taylor's P.O.V:)My eyes opened for the first time in what seemed like ages. The pain had subsided and my vision was coming back to me.&amp;nbsp;I couldn't believe my eyes at what I saw.&amp;nbsp;Trevorwas sitting, his eyes burning straight into mine. His right hand wascovering his mouth. He was n..</description>
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			<title>Pain </title>
			<description>Oh God.</description>
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			<title>One By One</title>
			<description>this is a MUST-READ chapter!!!!!!</description>
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			<title>The Torture Game :)</title>
			<description>TREVOR'S P.O.V:&quot;So,you just...came out and told her you loved her?&quot; my sister, Helena,asked nosily. I was still ecstatic to see her after how-many-yearswe've been apart.&amp;nbsp;&quot;No,it wasn't like that,&quot; I explained&amp;nbsp;frustratingly, &quot;I-It was like I justsaw her in...another way. S-she wasn..</description>
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			<title>Affection</title>
			<description>aw....pssh.... &lt;3 ?&lt;/3? :( :) &lt;--ahhh!</description>
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			<title>Helena</title>
			<description>HELENA'S P.O.V:Isprinted along the water's shore, indifferent to the scratches andbruises I was earning on my bare feet. My mind was spinning like atornado--out of control. I was too eager to see my new sister-in-law.&amp;nbsp;I approached the address that Trevor had told me a week ago, dumbfounde..</description>
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			<title>More Questions</title>
			<description>Taylor's P.O.V&quot;TAYLOR WAKE UP!&quot; an unfamiliar voice called.&amp;nbsp;No. I don't wanna. I pulled the blanket over my head and tossed to my left side.&amp;nbsp;&quot;Shut up! Are you insane?&quot; I thought I heard Trevor say.&amp;nbsp;I was too far into sleep to hear anything else......I awoke in an empty bed. He's not g..</description>
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			<title>Logan and Kevin </title>
			<description>My frame was vibrating slight as I contemplated what I would be when I reached the bottom of the stairs. Inhuman? Human? Alive? Dead?Well I wasn't human to start with and I wasn't dead. Not yet.&amp;nbsp;WithTaylor sleeping peacefully upstairs and Drake all locked up in hisroom, I couldn't afford to..</description>
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			<title>Answers</title>
			<description>Taylor's P.O.V:Iwas&amp;nbsp;sitting downstairs with Drake, watching television. Trevor hadexcused himself to talk to 'someone'. My body was battered, yet I stillhad no answers. It wasn't just Erica that I wanted to know about. It was that blonde chick tried to punch me half an hour ago. Dinah, I ..</description>
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			<title>An Awkward Reunion</title>
			<description>Iknocked on the guest door politely, waiting for the angered voice Iknew to start shouting at me furiously. My head was hung low as Ithought of different ways to apologize for my transgression. &quot;Who?&quot; she asked in a grumpy tone.I smirked and answered her, &quot;Please let me in.&quot;&quot;No!&quot; she yelled, &quot;..</description>
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			<title>Relatives (Part 2)</title>
			<description>Trevor's P.O.V:Themoment the words escaped her mouth, I cringed back, my shoulder bladesbrushing against the light colored wall. Stupid Drake, he knew hewasn't supposed to say her name when humans were in the house. I wantedto keep this hidden from her, but it looks like the odds aren't turn..</description>
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			<title>The Meeting</title>
			<description>rawrr</description>
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			<title>Relatives</title>
			<description>MMh hmm, go relatives!</description>
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			<title>Morning</title>
			<description>Rise 'n shine!</description>
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			<title>Bond</title>
			<description>&quot;I forgive you,&quot; my mouth blurted out as I rested my broken hand in my lap, which was now covered in a black cast.&amp;nbsp;Trevor looked at me with thankful eyes. &quot;Thank you, Taylor. I really truly am s--&quot;&quot;Shh,&quot; I hushed, &quot;I know you're sorry.&quot;&amp;nbsp;We drove back to our housewith the windows down, al..</description>
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			<title>Why do goodbyes hurt?</title>
			<description>&quot;Hi,mommy,&quot; I whispered demonstratively, rubbing her shoulder to wake herup. It was 3:55 AM. The worst day ever. My father flipped to his leftside and moaned. Wonder what he's dreaming about... Mymother's tangled, orange hair was covering her blue eyes. Her tan handlifted and pushed it off..</description>
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			<title>Preparations</title>
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			<title>The Reason</title>
			<description>As I shoved the key into the ignition, a furious expression paintedmy face. I was leaving school two hours before normal for some&quot;important&quot; thing my parents wouldn't tell me. There better be a goodreason.&amp;nbsp;I already went to the dentist yesterday, and I have a doctor's appointment next wee..</description>
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			<title>It's Those Two Words: FORCED MARRIAGE</title>
			<description>I was thinking of writing this for the longest time!

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