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	<title>Bookblast &#187; megan 7p</title>
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		<title>Star by ?</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 13 Nov 2008 20:26:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I was woken early in the morning by a high pitched scream. I looked around at my stary bedroom. It was as beautiful as always and there was mist in her usual place on my black bedcovers. I couldn&#8217;t get to sleep after that. The scream was like dasharvew I swear I had heared it [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was woken early in the morning by a high pitched scream. I looked around at my stary bedroom. It was as beautiful as always and there was mist in her usual place on my black bedcovers. I couldn&#8217;t get to sleep after that. The scream was like dasharvew I swear I had heared it before but I dont know were.</p>
<p>I ran to the school bus as quick as lightning, I had been up since 1am but I still was late for school.It was bugging me all the time I was at school even talking to my best mate Molly did&#8217;nt help I was so scared.</p>
<p>Me and Molly took the short cut home that day (I wish I had&#8217;nt). I walked across the road saying goodbye to Molly then I remembered my gloves I lent molly that day. As I steped into the rode I saw lights and the scream I heared that morning it was Molly she was the one screaming I knew then I was dead.</p>
<p>To be continued&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;&#8230;..</p>
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