<?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-15466576</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:14:14.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Malone Legacy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malonelegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15466576/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malonelegacy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688839669463062407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15466576.post-112648256764308628</id><published>2005-09-11T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T16:49:27.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Blog</title><content type='html'>Check it out. Link to the Right, The Lore of a Legacy. It's mine, I like it. I'm not writing in the Avery style, but I think ti's cute. I'm also going to try to keep up better with that one. So, gives you something to read when this one is not updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15466576-112648256764308628?l=malonelegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malonelegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/112648256764308628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15466576&amp;postID=112648256764308628' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15466576/posts/default/112648256764308628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15466576/posts/default/112648256764308628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malonelegacy.blogspot.com/2005/09/another-blog.html' title='Another Blog'/><author><name>Lai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688839669463062407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15466576.post-112630881610816067</id><published>2005-09-09T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T16:33:36.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>Hello there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some comments on the weblog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are going well at the Waltons and the Malones.... I'm very happy with them all, and so much so, that I'd rather play than blog about them currently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I went to the Avery Legacy blogger (link to your right, check it out it's one of my favorites) and read till chapter 65 (i'm slow). And I've decided to start writing more in her style instead of mine, because I hate my style of writing. It's lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after my little addiction with World of Warcraft ends around, oh, say, 9:30 tonight, I will blog and update this with more on the family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15466576-112630881610816067?l=malonelegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malonelegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/112630881610816067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15466576&amp;postID=112630881610816067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15466576/posts/default/112630881610816067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15466576/posts/default/112630881610816067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malonelegacy.blogspot.com/2005/09/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Lai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688839669463062407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15466576.post-112569373347859610</id><published>2005-09-02T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T13:42:13.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 5: Troubles and the First Additions</title><content type='html'>Quick Note: Sorry took so long to update this, I've been playing out this so far out, a lot of the kids have been born (but not grown up). I'm only going to do the first few, because I want to be able to show you their personalities too. So, thanks for reading and sorry I'm slow. OH, and thank you so much for all your comments. You are all lovely people to read this (especially since I'm a terrible writer, but I just have too much fun with my Simmies!) Ok, back to the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the extended honeymoon, Anani was glad to finally be able to move into their home. She just needed some sleep, and some "deep deep relaxation" (movie reference). Plus, to finally walk in the home of their mysterious inheritance and make it their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/maloneoutside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/maloneoutside.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house was goregous. Well, from the front anyways. Roger made a tour of the outside and yelled that looks were rather decieving. Apparently, whomever left this gift for them did not exactly have the funds (ahem) to place windows all around the outside. The front was the only side that seemed complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/maloneinside.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As Anani walked inside, she stopped short. Many of the rooms were blocked off by plaster walls. It appeared there were only two doors and three rooms to which they had access to currently. The Malones would never be able to furnish this house (they had never planned to) and it appeared they wouldn't even have the luxury of living in any of the rooms. Not at first anyways. Anani looked at her new husband (Yes, the first time I was able to say that!) and sighed resignedly. "Might as well bring the furniture in." It filled only one room, and the walls were shabby and the floor was just simple foundation planks. Anani tried to cheer up the room with a few candles, but it was hardly a place to be called home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meanwhile... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/thewaltonouside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/thewaltonouside.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the Walton residence, things were going fabulous. The Cormier's were well known in the next town over, Mokena, for their mayo empire. Vamsi had never really talked about her family to Ocean before, so it was a bit of a shock when he met them in their mansion after their honeymoon. Ocean cringed at the thought of the meeting. His parents weren't well off like that, and the whole experience, straight down to the Cuban cigar he got from Mr. Cormier was just bizarre and uncomfortable. He never thought he'd be rolling in the wealth. But they were, and Vamsi's parents bequeathed them a beautiful brownstone in Kingsbury. (It was a goregous house, if I do so say myself... with windows and everything!) The best part was they were just right across the street from their friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/ananilooking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/ananilooking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anani went to visit the first day they moved in, but standing across the street from their goregous house, their wealth and their succes was strenuous for her. She didn't want them to visit in return. She was embarrassed already at the thought of it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/rogerandanani2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/rogerandanani2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Roger thought the whole thing was stupid. "They're our friends, Anani. They don't care that all of our belongings fit in one room and that they're cheap." Anani was silent and just looked down at her stomach. Roger patted it, loving. "Besides, I'm sure they'd want to hear the news." Anani's chin was jutted out, stubborn. She loved Vamsi and Ocean with all her heart, after all, wasn't it her that brought them all together? When it came down to it, she was too proud to show her friends that even though she had graduated with full honors... she still had nothing and was still poor. Roger saw his wife's lip tremble a bit but set resolute. He sighed inwardly. This was going to take some time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/vamsiupset1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/vamsiupset1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vamsi was confused about the whole thing. Roger came over frequently, shared meals with them. She tried to call but Anani always seemed out of the house or was at work. Roger wouldn't answer her questions, only shrugged and explained things were busy. Vamsi went over and stood on their beautiful stoop, ringing the doorbell, but no answer. She wasn't sure what had happened or what she had done to her friend to make her act this way, but it was very apparent that things weren't going to be like they used to be. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/roger=badnews1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/roger%3Dbadnews1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then Roger came over with some bad news. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/ananihardpregnancy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/ananihardpregnancy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the shock of the Waltons, Anani was 6 months pregnant and... things weren't going well. Roger choked back tears, telling them last night he found her unconcious on the floor. After the ER and some tests, the two found out their baby was struggling to breathe. The doctor prescribed some more tests, and it looked like Anani would be bed-ridden till the birth. If no other complications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/rogervisits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/rogervisits.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After holding in those tears, at the moment, Roger wept. Vamsi exchanged meaningful glances with hubby Ocean. In all their years as friends in college, they had never seen Roger cry. It was hard to watch and harder to realize that Anani might lose the dearly desired baby... and even herself. Vamsi let out a sob and hugged Roger. She whispered... "I don't care what Anani thinks about me any more. I'm coming over. She needs me." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Roger walked home that night, feeling eased by the support of his friends, but his thoughts were still troubled. Anani would not be happy that Vamsi promised to see her tomorrow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/rogerrelaxes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/rogerrelaxes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He shrugged. After a quick phone call to his parents, letting them know how the baby and the wife were doing, he took a long bath, and got into his pajamas. He went in the backyard just to have a few moments to relax with the telescope. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/rogergetsabducted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/rogergetsabducted.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Distracted by the troubles at home, Roger was startled to realize the blue light pouring down from the sky. "Wh- WHAT?!" He grabbed on to the telescope for dear life. What the hell was going on?!!!!! (I was jumping up and down in my seat!!!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/ananicried.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/ananicried.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anani heard his screams from their bed. She ran outside. She was a knowledge sim, well trained from La Fiesta to realize what had happened. Roger had been abducted. Anani felt a lurch from her stomach. How could this happen when they had so many troubles already? Bawling, she stood at the telescope all night, against doctor's orders. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/theyreturned.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/theyreturned.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before daylight, "they" returned. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/thrownfromtheship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/thrownfromtheship.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Roger was thrown unceremoniously from the saucer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/ohgodohgod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/ohgodohgod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He never EVER wanted to go back. Believe you me, that would be the last time he touched that goddamn telescope. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/inbedhappytobetogether.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/inbedhappytobetogether.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The pair, happy to be together again, cuddled in bed all morning. Roger nearly forgot Vamsi's promise until the doorbell rang. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Ah, that must be the Chinese!" Anani grinned. "The baby's gotta eat you know!" She grabbed her check book and opened the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/vamsienters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/vamsienters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was Vamsi. And she didn't seem shocked at the state of the house. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/theoneroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/theoneroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She followed Anani into the one room where they ate and slept. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/girlshuggingetc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/girlshuggingetc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tears began to roll down both Anani and Vamsi's cheeks. They embraced each other gladly. "I'm so sorry... I was stupid, I didn't realize-- obviously you care more about me than furniture or wallpaper." Vamsi looked at her friend. "You never should have thought differently." They hugged for awhile more. Roger looked on, heartened by their renewed friendship. The two went outside and Roger called for Ocean, so they could leave them in piece.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/vamsisurprise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/vamsisurprise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It wasn't until the two were on the sidewalk that Anani noticed. "Oh! Oh! My! When?" Vamsi smiled to herself. "I just found out a month ago, Ocean and I kept it a secret from Roger.... I wanted to tell you myself." The baby it turned out, was not due for a few more months, but Vamsi was huge and very excited. They got along and talked until the wee hours of the night. Vamsi finally left Anani though, she knew that just laying down wasn't enough. Anani needed rest if she ever was going to have the energy to have the child. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Roger and Anani slept well that night. Their friends were back and things would be well. Early that morning though, Anani felt the labor pains her doctor had instructed her on. (I should have a picture here, but apparently I didn't take any... gah). It was a long and difficult pregnancy and Roger was frightened, it being the first one and all. He would learn to be so comfortable eventually with Anani's labor that he would go to work on the due date. (Silly man.) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/cadeisborn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/cadeisborn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally, Anani was holding her baby boy in her arms. Roger ahemed, and she smiled at him. Okay, their baby boy... Cade Malone. He was gorgeous and she knew that there was a bright and happy future for him. Roger was beside himself with happiness. This would be their boy to take on the family someday. His son. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/rogeronphone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/rogeronphone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Minutes later, the Waltons were informed of the baby's arrival. Vamsi and Ocean were excited to see him the next day, at a more decent hour. They were happy, but, when Roger told them of the other news in the house, they were more shocked. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It turned out, that little adventure in the sky that Roger was refusing to bring up in the conversation anymore... well, there are always consequences. Vamsi and Ocean could barely believe it, and Roger himself still had doubts. But the pregnancy was obvious. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/anydaynow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/anydaynow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vamsi was a frequent visitor to Cade's crib. She loved her friend's baby. Cade would be like a little nephew to her, or a godson. Vamsi rubbed her belly. And a friend to this baby too. Also, Roger was a worrisome pregnant man. Constantly, he worried about the baby's health and what would be the best thing for the future baby. Since they were both pregnant, it was easy for Vamsi to calm her friend's fears. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/proudpregnantfather.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/proudpregnantfather.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was easy for Roger to be calmed down by other things as well. He had a new son, who made him happier beyond belief.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/labor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/labor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vamsi went home after a visit to the Malones, and instantly went into labor. It wasn't difficult for Vamsi, and soon she was holding a son of her own in her arms.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/owen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/owen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;His name had been decided for months, Owen. And, not to anyone's surprise (especially mine... these are going to be boring babies.), little Owen had brown hair and the natural brown eyes, just like both Vamsi and Ocean.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/fatherlabor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/fatherlabor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some time later, in the house across the street, Roger was going through the most difficult pain of his life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/ananicoachesroger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/ananicoachesroger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anani tried to coach him on, but the pain- it was excruciating... blinding... he screamed "REMIND ME NEVER TO DO THIS AGAIN!" Anani had to repress herself from laughing and replying, "well, honey, it's not like you had a choice." But the two made it through it, and before Roger knew it, he was holding a baby alien girl. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/newbundleofjoyxina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/newbundleofjoyxina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bundle of joy became Xina. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And, Roger soon started taking hundreds of pictures, because, well, Xina is just the most darling, cutest alien baby ever.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/cutestalienever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/cutestalienever.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/happytohaveher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/happytohaveher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/cutestalienagainever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/cutestalienagainever.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the families filled their scrapbooks of their new children, they both knew life would never be the same. Ocean and Vamsi, in their brownstone across the way of Cherry Tree Lane, peered in Owen's crib, knowing that soon the pitter patter of little feet would be gracing their house, and that hopefully Owen would have plenty of siblings to roughhouse with. Across the street, Roger and Anani smiled at their little home. Anani had always despised living in the same room as everything else, but now two little cribs stood side by side. The two were not far apart in age, and she knew that little Cade and Xina would soon be terrible toddlers but terrific friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15466576-112569373347859610?l=malonelegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malonelegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/112569373347859610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15466576&amp;postID=112569373347859610' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15466576/posts/default/112569373347859610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15466576/posts/default/112569373347859610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malonelegacy.blogspot.com/2005/09/chapter-5-troubles-and-first-additions.html' title='Chapter 5: Troubles and the First Additions'/><author><name>Lai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688839669463062407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15466576.post-112493711413192741</id><published>2005-08-24T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T19:57:03.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 4: The Double Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/thedoublewedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/thedoublewedding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It wasn't long before Vamsi, Ocean and Roger graduated. The day after their graduation parties, the four decided to finally commeorate their weddings. Together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They called up quite a bit of old college friends from the Secret Society and of course Oresha-Var and their double wedding began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/rudeguests.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/rudeguests.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They had so many guests. A few of their friends were completely rude, going on with the hackysack rather than watching the wedding respectfully, but except for those in the back row, no one noticed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/ring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/ring.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Do you Ocean Walton, knowing this woman's love for you and returning it, realizing her strengths and learning form them, recognizing her weaknesses and helping her to overcome them, take Vamsi Cormier to be your lawfully wedded wife?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/ring2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;"Do you Anani Malone, knowing this man's love for you and returning it, realizing his strengths and learning from them, recognizing his weaknesses and helping him to overcome them, take Roger Tsvirkunov to be your lawfully wedded husband? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A slight sniffle escaped Anani and she looked Roger in the eye. "I do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/happycrowd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/happycrowd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The happy crowd cheered... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/youmaykissthebride2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/youmaykissthebride2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As Roger and Anani smooched... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/youmaytakethebride1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/youmaytakethebride1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As did Ocean and Vamsi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/thereception.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/thereception.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The reception was a blast. There was tons of food and champagne, and plenty of people to chat it up with. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/eatcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/eatcake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course, they each had to eat the cake.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/eatcake2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/eatcake2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some more gracefully than others. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/cheering.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/cheering.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And after more cheering with champagne... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/weddingkissing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/weddingkissing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And a lot more kissing... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/limo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/limo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night ended when a fabulous limo picked each couple up separately. Vamsi and Ocean would be going to the Hamptons, while Anani and Roger flew to Aruba. The girls hugged each othe dearly. "Now, Ocean's bought the lot across from yours, Ani." "I know," Anani responded tearfully. "I'll miss you till then. I'll stop over to see you the minute you get back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so began their double life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15466576-112493711413192741?l=malonelegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malonelegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/112493711413192741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15466576&amp;postID=112493711413192741' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15466576/posts/default/112493711413192741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15466576/posts/default/112493711413192741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malonelegacy.blogspot.com/2005/08/chapter-4-double-wedding.html' title='Chapter 4: The Double Wedding'/><author><name>Lai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688839669463062407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15466576.post-112493648252567923</id><published>2005-08-24T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T19:21:22.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3: A Graduation Party and a Mysterious Inheritance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/lookingback1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/lookingback1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before she knew it, school was over, she had her Summa Cum Laude (yes, honors!) robes on and Anani was officially graduated. It was scary to think that. Roger was depressed behind her, he had two more years left and they had made no commitment to one another. He had made no secret of the fact that he loved Anani and wanted a family with her, but now he wondered. Would he have place with her? Anani hardly noticed him tonight, her thoughts were completely surrounded around her memories of her time at La Fiesta Tech. She and her three roommates (Vamsi, Ocean and Roger) had had so many good times... it would be hard to forget stuff like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/allinhottub1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/allinhottub1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;al those evenings spent in the hot tub, talking about mutal friends, philosophy and their futures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/policewithgun1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;that time that Officer Brenzel had to stop by when Ocean decided it'd be a great idea to hack his grades... and confiscated the computer. They missed the computer, but it was one of the more hilarious moments...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/pizzatime1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/pizzatime1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the evenings gorging cheap pizza at Joe's.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/fourfounders1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/fourfounders1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;or when the four decided to start their own co-ed fraternity, Oresha-Var...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/oresha-var2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/oresha-var2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and it became one of the largest houses on campus, a lasting testament to their friendship and years at La Fiesta Tech.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/ohgodandthatschool1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/ohgodandthatschool1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh yeah, and the whole school thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/newlookroger1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/newlookroger1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As the years progressed, they each got their own look too. Roger became very interested in music and in jazz. Especially, he loved his bass and played it any moment he could. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/newlookanani1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/newlookanani1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anani turned into a punk rocker for a bit. It was only a phase of rebellion, and luckily her hair had grown out for graduation. She wouldn't want to enter the real world with a mohawk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/newlookocean1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/newlookocean1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/vamsipretty1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/vamsipretty1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ocean got glasses and well, Vamsi stayed pretty much the same.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/i"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/i%27mgonnamissyou1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hey, I like my look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/ananiasksroger1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/ananiasksroger1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anani eventually cleared her head of her reminscing. She glanced over and saw Roger looking mopey in the front yard. "Roger?" She called out, walking across the lawn to him. She got down on two knees. Anani had been planning this for some time. She pulled a small velvet box out of her soft robes. "You make me happy." She said simply. "I can't see my life without you."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/goteverythingshewants1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/goteverythingshewants1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;His answer, of course, was yes. And everyone around clapped. Ocean and Vamsi clapped the hardest, exchanging big grins. Finally, their foursome would remain so forever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/ananisurprised2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/ananisurprised2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The only thing left was a huge graduation party, which was a success. The four cleaned up a bit, and everyone went to bed. Except Anani. She walked down to the kitchen and threw away a few extra Fruit Punch cups when she heard a sharp tap at the door. She glanced at the clock above the sink. 4 am was late for anyone to be stopping by. Nervously, she peered at the spy glass. No one was there. Cautiously, Anani opened the door and saw a small white envelope addressed to a Miss Malone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Standing in the kitchen, with a shaky hand she cut open the envelope. The note read:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss Malone,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I extend my congratulations on your graudation, especially with honors. You have worked hard and it is obvious you earned the title of Summa Cum Laude. May you go out into the world and learn more about reality. I know you have nothing and I have a gift of inheritance. Enclosed in this letter is a cheque for $4800 and a deed to a house in Kingsbury. The house is known as the Malone Manor. It is unfurnished, but see to it that it is well loved and inhabited. Do with the money as you like. Again, congratulations.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anani stood in shock at the kitchen table for what seemed like eternity. Her mouth dry, she re-read each line of the short letter. Who was this person? Why? How? Her mind flooded with questions she looked at the deed for the house and again at the clock. She made a quick call, jumped in a taxi and immediately sought out this new home. When Anani returned, it was in puzzlement and in tense excitement. She couldn't tell much from the outside but if this all was legal, it looked like Anani (and someday Roger) would call it home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was easily the oddest and most exciting day of her life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15466576-112493648252567923?l=malonelegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malonelegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/112493648252567923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15466576&amp;postID=112493648252567923' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15466576/posts/default/112493648252567923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15466576/posts/default/112493648252567923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malonelegacy.blogspot.com/2005/08/chapter-3-graduation-party-and.html' title='Chapter 3: A Graduation Party and a Mysterious Inheritance'/><author><name>Lai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688839669463062407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15466576.post-112423999954482638</id><published>2005-08-16T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T17:59:18.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2: The House is Complete</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anani's new home was great. She was five minutes from campus, five minutes from the downtown area, and three years from being grown up and living in the real world. She tried to forget that part. She spent the first few days at the new place cleaning up and making curtains. Then the first of the month rolled around. Rent was due and it was ridiculous how much a little place could cost. She needed a roommate. The only person she could think of was Vamsi Cormier*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/Vamsieating2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vamsi was a girl that lived down the hall in Oasis Dormitory. She wasn't bad, a bit closed-minded and a little sloppy here and there, but what was most important about her was that she hated River Tsang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vamsi was thrilled. She hated the dorms, hated the cheap furniture, and hated the random people who lived there. She immediately moved in. The two became fast friends... and with Vamsi's many contacts, were iniated into the Secret Society of La Fiesta Tech. With the very S.S., Anani was able to overcome her relationship with Shea. Well... and with a little help from a fellow named Roger Tsvirkunov**.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/firstroger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/firstroger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He was the Vice President of Secret Society Affairs, and Anani just kept watching him during meetings. She didn't really mean to, but damn, that mohawk was just too sexy for words. After a few coveted glances here and there, Roger came over to give her a hard time. Which was just what she wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/makingout.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Before Anani knew it, they were making out hardcore-- in front of Pao and Ocean Walton, and practically on top of the pool table. Vamsi was mortified to see her roomie behaving in such a fashion, but what could you do? After a great make out session upstairs away from the pool table and other members, Anani pulled Vamsi aside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Hey, remember the other day when you were complaining about the rent and utilties?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Yeah, it's way too high for my budget, I told you we should consider another roommate. What- did you find one?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anani's lopsided grin told Vamsi all she needed to know. Roger would be moving in. A little quick for Vamsi's taste, but he was a Secret Society member, and they were to be trusted.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/dundundun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/dundundun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Later that night, after a post-meeting party had ended, Roger and Anani went home to enjoy their relationship on a further level and quickly fell asleep in each other's arms. Vamsi had tried to ignore the sounds from the bedroom over and stayed up a little late to finish her term paper. She was just about to head to bed when a tap on the shoulder had her whirling around in shock. Shea Landchild, looking thoroughly pissed, was two inches from her face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Through gritted teeth, he spat out "Who- the- hell- IS THAT IN MY BED?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vamsi looked meekly at the floor but said nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Shea yanked her dark brown hair back. "I- SAID- WHO IS THAT?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vamsi glared at him. "Am I responsible for my roommate? How the hell am I supposed to know?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Shea gave her a shove hard to the floor. He turned abruptly and slammed the door. Vamsi sat on the floor for a moment, holding her head and trying not to shake. She listened to his heavy footsteps leave down the steps and out the door. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/overbreakfast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/overbreakfast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The next morning, a tired Vamsi sat down at the breakfast table. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Hey, Vam! I just was thinking, how bout a nice game of tennis this morning?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vamsi's look silenced Anani. Vamsi told her roommate the whole story and the two girls decided on a plan of action. First of all, they would not tell Roger. Secondly, a high tech burglar- in this case- Shea alarm was to be installed that afternoon. And after that... well, what else could they do? Anani managed to convince Vamsi the need for another male in the house- just so they could have another man to protect them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/rogerandocean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/rogerandocean.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Roger readily agreed. He was an easy going guy anyways, and why not have cheaper rent? More money for boozin' out of that fruit punch keg in the front yard- eh, erm, for buying books and learning more... Roger decided to invite fellow SS member and friend Ocean Walton***.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/alittlefun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/alittlefun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The four became fast friends. And although there were always roommates and friends around, Roger and Anani always had time for a little bit of fun...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/oceanletsvamsiknow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/oceanletsvamsiknow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As semesters came and went, the four always had time for each other and parties. Ocean nursed a crush on Vamsi for almost a whole year when he let her finally know how he felt. Vamsi wasn't shocked at all- instead, she seemed to have been feeling the exact same way for all of sophomore year.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/firstkissforoceanandvamsi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/firstkissforoceanandvamsi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The two quickly made up for lost time...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/makeoutonbackporch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/makeoutonbackporch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/firstwoohoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/firstwoohoo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/engagement.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/engagement.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Would you...?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/yes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/yes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Vamsi Cormier: College Roommate: Wealth: Earn 100k&lt;br /&gt;Gemini: 4 Sloppy, 7 Outgoing, 8 Active, 3 Serious, 3 Grouchy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Roger Tsvirkunov: Family: Have 6 Grandchildren&lt;br /&gt;Cancer: 6 Neat, 3 Shy, 6 Active, 4 Serious, 6 Nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Ocean Walton: College Roommate: Family: Marry off 6 Children&lt;br /&gt;Cancer: 4 Sloppy, 7 Outgoing, 4 Active, 6 Playful, 4 Grouchy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15466576-112423999954482638?l=malonelegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malonelegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/112423999954482638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15466576&amp;postID=112423999954482638' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15466576/posts/default/112423999954482638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15466576/posts/default/112423999954482638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malonelegacy.blogspot.com/2005/08/chapter-2-house-is-complete.html' title='Chapter 2: The House is Complete'/><author><name>Lai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688839669463062407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15466576.post-112417409152984713</id><published>2005-08-15T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T17:01:51.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 1: The Start of a Legacy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/beginning2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/beginning2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Welcome to the start of a legacy... the Malone Legacy, in fact. Anani Malone* came into this world with nothing and her loving parents left her with nothing. From the tender age of 5 months, Anani was abandoned to the Kingsbury Orphanage for Girls in Kingsbury, Maine. No social worker in the Orphanage could tell where she had come from or who her parents were, but a note was left with Anani.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;This is Anani Malone. Her name means Nameless.&lt;br /&gt;Tell her this and make her understand the world is cruel.&lt;br /&gt;Tell her to do the best with her life and take all opportunities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This letter was still in Anani's posession 18 years later. Anani left Kingsbury Orphanage one of the more fortunate urchins. She had taken the note writer's thoughts to heart and in her eighteen years at Kingsbury had never stopped studying or learning. Her hard work paid off and she was able to go to La Fiesta Tech on a free ride. She decided to study philosophy and vowed to herself to work as hard as possible to keep up her grades and to be successful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/outsideoasis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/outsideoasis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;La Fiesta Tech was a whole other world for Anani. She was placed in the Oasis Dormitory with four other students and enjoyed her space. She did well her freshman year in Oasis. She started her Philosophy major, and soon decided on paranormal as a career path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/ananimeetsshea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/ananimeetsshea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anani didn't have many friends to tell her dreams to, but on her lonely hours on the computer she met Shea Lanchild. She never thought she'd say this, it wasn't part of her ideal life, but... Anani was in love with Shea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/sheakissesanani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/sheakissesanani.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;His kisses left her weak in the knees, and they could talk for hours about their future together. He wasn't quite perfect... he could be a bit jealous and, well, a little violent towards her dormmates if he thought they were hitting on her, but overall, Anani loved being with him. They dated until the beginning of her sophomore year when her dorrmmate and friend River got in Shea's way. Anani could barely remember the events of that night. It was all a blur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/ananiontheground.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/ananiontheground.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;River gave her a friendly hug, Shea saw it... got angry... pulled out his hands to shove River... Anani remembered herself jumping in front of Shea- "No! Shea- Don't be stupid-" And falling to the ground in agony.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/rivertries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/rivertries.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;River immediately reported Shea to the authorities for assault. Anani cried in her room for hours. A soft knock at the door and River came in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Anani, I realize you don't want to hear this but-"&lt;br /&gt;"You're right. I don't. Get the hell out. You've ruined my life." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;River gave her a wounded look and left silently. Anani knew this was one of the lowest points of her life. She was still in love with Shea, but there was no way he would understand that when he got out of jail. Anani couldn't face her dormmates and that night, packed her bags and left Oasis Dormitory for a house across campus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/1600/newhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2195/1433/320/newhouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;*Anani Malone: Founder: Knowledge: Max out 7 Skills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Taurus: 6 Neat, 4 Shy, 3 Lazy, 7 Playful, 5 Nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&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/15466576-112417409152984713?l=malonelegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malonelegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/112417409152984713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15466576&amp;postID=112417409152984713' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15466576/posts/default/112417409152984713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15466576/posts/default/112417409152984713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malonelegacy.blogspot.com/2005/08/chapter-1-start-of-legacy.html' title='Chapter 1: The Start of a Legacy'/><author><name>Lai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15688839669463062407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
