<?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-5183815925566166622</id><updated>2012-02-12T17:27:28.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Turn Back the Clock</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantturnbacktheclock.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5183815925566166622/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantturnbacktheclock.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653305966761797508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IYsgwswFhDs/TyOlZH61lRI/AAAAAAAAAWk/EVh-DWIxOms/s220/Screenshot-3348.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183815925566166622.post-7839609823532662100</id><published>2012-02-05T16:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T16:47:37.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Turn Back the Clock</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CIyKThE9b5g/Tu1VABNMiDI/AAAAAAAAAUA/pwkkD_7R_3s/s1600/Screenshot-502.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="474" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CIyKThE9b5g/Tu1VABNMiDI/AAAAAAAAAUA/pwkkD_7R_3s/s640/Screenshot-502.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't turn back the clock is a story about a girl who's boyfriend was brutally  murdered. She has to find who did it though, and time is running out...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Main Character: Mayia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mayia is a happy-go-lucky girl who always  tries to look on the bright side of life, and often cheers up her friends.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mayia's Boyfriend: James &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;James is a kind, caring guy, who loves  Mayia with all his heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mayia's best friend: Isabell &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isabell is  the kind of friend you want for life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She loves Mayia and would do any thing  for her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Click on Chapter you want:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cantturnbacktheclock.blogspot.com/2011/12/cant-turn-back-clock-intro.html"&gt;Intro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cantturnbacktheclock.blogspot.com/2011/12/cant-turn-back-clock-chapter-1.html"&gt;Chapter 1 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cantturnbacktheclock.blogspot.com/2011/12/cant-turn-back-clock-chapter-2.html"&gt;Chapter 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cantturnbacktheclock.blogspot.com/2011/12/cant-turn-back-clock-chapter-3.html"&gt;Chapter 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cantturnbacktheclock.blogspot.com/2011/12/cant-turn-back-clock-chapter-4.html"&gt;Chapter 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cantturnbacktheclock.blogspot.com/2011/12/cant-turn-back-clock-chapter-5.html"&gt;Chapter 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cantturnbacktheclock.blogspot.com/2011/11/testing.html"&gt;Chapter 6(Finish)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://forum.thesims3.com/jforum/posts/list/0/362262.page#5051474"&gt;Forum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Made by me and my non-Simmer friend, Sarah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5183815925566166622-7839609823532662100?l=cantturnbacktheclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantturnbacktheclock.blogspot.com/feeds/7839609823532662100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantturnbacktheclock.blogspot.com/2012/02/editing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5183815925566166622/posts/default/7839609823532662100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5183815925566166622/posts/default/7839609823532662100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantturnbacktheclock.blogspot.com/2012/02/editing.html' title='Can&apos;t Turn Back the Clock'/><author><name>Jc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653305966761797508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IYsgwswFhDs/TyOlZH61lRI/AAAAAAAAAWk/EVh-DWIxOms/s220/Screenshot-3348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CIyKThE9b5g/Tu1VABNMiDI/AAAAAAAAAUA/pwkkD_7R_3s/s72-c/Screenshot-502.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183815925566166622.post-3169129570549141502</id><published>2011-12-17T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T17:14:59.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tKr0WeEdstw/TtgkT5LR08I/AAAAAAAAAFA/XmG7SXolXSk/s1600/Screenshot-470.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tKr0WeEdstw/TtgkT5LR08I/AAAAAAAAAFA/XmG7SXolXSk/s640/Screenshot-470.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thunder rumbled from dark clouds before me, silver raindrops falling from them. I peered out at them from behind the window of my brothers mansion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned, my dark hair whipping back behind me angrily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yLZp5roHgpk/Ttgt2V_W6iI/AAAAAAAAAFI/85ND_HiYLtI/s1600/Screenshot-471.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yLZp5roHgpk/Ttgt2V_W6iI/AAAAAAAAAFI/85ND_HiYLtI/s640/Screenshot-471.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "Leave me alone!"&lt;/strong&gt; I snapped, slapping the hand away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He didn't understand. No one did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All the events of today flashed through my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BSxYz3PIkik/TtgunFv1ZPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WqHOe9lQgho/s1600/Screenshot-469.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BSxYz3PIkik/TtgunFv1ZPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WqHOe9lQgho/s640/Screenshot-469.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It had seemed like a normal day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had awoken as normal, lying in our big, 4-poster bed. I had gotten up and dressed, styling my hair and gulping down breakfast before rushing out the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-guxuDy37trw/Ttgu8AiSgXI/AAAAAAAAAFw/lQra0pltFD4/s1600/Screenshot-482.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-guxuDy37trw/Ttgu8AiSgXI/AAAAAAAAAFw/lQra0pltFD4/s640/Screenshot-482.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;My boyfriend James was up by then, and as I had rushed out the door, he had grabbed me and kissed me, whispering, "I love you babe." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That was the last time I would ever speak to him, though I didn't know it then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-96ca19SsifA/TtguzNn0eVI/AAAAAAAAAFo/zerh9kExsXk/s1600/Screenshot-484.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-96ca19SsifA/TtguzNn0eVI/AAAAAAAAAFo/zerh9kExsXk/s640/Screenshot-484.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The rest of that morning was normal, work, argue with my co-workers, and such stuff as would normally happen at work. At around 12:00pm, I and everyone else (at work) were allowed to leave work early, something about the Boss having a special work meeting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, I had packed up my work gear and jogged to my car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had driven home happily, and leaped out of the car with a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ro96GdyatGI/TtgwXan-0uI/AAAAAAAAAF4/UGnqminpv54/s1600/Screenshot-487.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ro96GdyatGI/TtgwXan-0uI/AAAAAAAAAF4/UGnqminpv54/s640/Screenshot-487.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I strode up to the door, and as I turned the handle and opened the door, I called out, "Honey, I'm home!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't get a response, but as I began to shut the door, I heard a low moan. I shook it off, assuming that is was just the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb22AwczlrI/Ttgwb_ciRPI/AAAAAAAAAGA/xBAh5hzX3L4/s1600/Screenshot-489.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xb22AwczlrI/Ttgwb_ciRPI/AAAAAAAAAGA/xBAh5hzX3L4/s640/Screenshot-489.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I went off, and began to do a few small jobs, laundry, dishes, some cooking, that sort of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w7BnRIuQ0ZQ/Ttgw-6ejxlI/AAAAAAAAAGY/KOmuX3ZTHFU/s1600/Screenshot-496.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w7BnRIuQ0ZQ/Ttgw-6ejxlI/AAAAAAAAAGY/KOmuX3ZTHFU/s640/Screenshot-496.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Once that was done, I sat down in front of the T.V, and turned the sport news on. It was too boring though, so I didn't watch for long. Then I turned the T.V. off, but I stayed sitting. I began to feel worried, where was James? It seemed odd that he wasn't there, he normally would be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I decided to go see if his phone was on the dresser, if it wasn't then he was certainly out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-51zqZbVvznM/TtgxLdRjnJI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1H1vN4vzHLg/s1600/Screenshot-508.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-51zqZbVvznM/TtgxLdRjnJI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1H1vN4vzHLg/s640/Screenshot-508.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I felt uneasy as I walked up the stairs towards our bedroom but as I went to turn the the handle the door swung open. I was surprised that the door was open, it was supposed to be shut! I walked boldly in and scanned the room. The phone was still on the dresser, which was rather surprising.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I looked around the room once more, then I noticed that the window on James side of the bed was open!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Frowning, I walked around to go shut it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5JuQ1BqHSnU/Ttgxno_3L4I/AAAAAAAAAG4/BJA94jl29xc/s1600/Screenshot-504.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5JuQ1BqHSnU/Ttgxno_3L4I/AAAAAAAAAG4/BJA94jl29xc/s640/Screenshot-504.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; "AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aR6_1jCcwe4/TtgxX7FFV-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/PaR78Ka2dFk/s1600/Screenshot-500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aR6_1jCcwe4/TtgxX7FFV-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/PaR78Ka2dFk/s640/Screenshot-500.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; "AAAAAHHHHH!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TRPX3xKoY/Ttgx40nThHI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Ce4y3TTdcQ0/s1600/Screenshot-498.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TRPX3xKoY/Ttgx40nThHI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Ce4y3TTdcQ0/s640/Screenshot-498.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There he was. On the floor. The carpet was soaked in blood. His clothes were covered in bloodstains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There on the floor lay my boyfriend. I couldn't tell if he was dead or alive....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If you want to recommend or go to the forum: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesims3.com/contentDetail.html?contentId=314238"&gt;Recommend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://forum.thesims3.com/jforum/posts/list/0/362262.page#5051474"&gt;Forum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5183815925566166622-3169129570549141502?l=cantturnbacktheclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantturnbacktheclock.blogspot.com/feeds/3169129570549141502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantturnbacktheclock.blogspot.com/2011/12/cant-turn-back-clock-is-story-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5183815925566166622/posts/default/3169129570549141502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5183815925566166622/posts/default/3169129570549141502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantturnbacktheclock.blogspot.com/2011/12/cant-turn-back-clock-is-story-about.html' title='Intro'/><author><name>Jc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653305966761797508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IYsgwswFhDs/TyOlZH61lRI/AAAAAAAAAWk/EVh-DWIxOms/s220/Screenshot-3348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tKr0WeEdstw/TtgkT5LR08I/AAAAAAAAAFA/XmG7SXolXSk/s72-c/Screenshot-470.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183815925566166622.post-6528758434325469561</id><published>2011-12-17T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T17:22:31.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SeOIhpQXH_E/Ttg2PDg5O3I/AAAAAAAAAHw/KdVdtJmqPjQ/s1600/Screenshot-558.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SeOIhpQXH_E/Ttg2PDg5O3I/AAAAAAAAAHw/KdVdtJmqPjQ/s640/Screenshot-558.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I fell down on my knees beside him, my legs buckling beneath me. I reached out a hand, tentatively touching his hand. It was cold, icy cold. I knew then he was dead, but I refused to admit it. I shook him, beginning to cry hysterically.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“Wake up!” I shrieked, tears streaming down my face. But still I refused to admit he was dead. I pulled out my phone and dialled 911, ambulance. Then I just sat crying quietly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I text my best friend Isabel, “=( Please come over ;(“ I knew she would understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Hx8QO0PLZ8/Ttg2meSFtQI/AAAAAAAAAIA/GiZNvjcFX7w/s1600/Screenshot-565.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Hx8QO0PLZ8/Ttg2meSFtQI/AAAAAAAAAIA/GiZNvjcFX7w/s640/Screenshot-565.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I few minutes later, though it felt like hours, I was gently pulled away from James as he was being loaded into a stretcher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Suddenly the doorbell rang twice, and I yanked myself to my feet, with trembling legs I ran down to the door. It was my brother Daniel, as well as Isabel. Seeing I was, or had been crying, Isabel walked over and put her arm around me, gently making me sit down on the couch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“What’s wrong Mayia?” the two asked, looking at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“James is dead I found him lying on the floor in our room.” I sobbed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f-m29yQutu0/Ttg3XNh_sII/AAAAAAAAAIQ/qF_CnjqrxdM/s1600/Screenshot-564.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f-m29yQutu0/Ttg3XNh_sII/AAAAAAAAAIQ/qF_CnjqrxdM/s640/Screenshot-564.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daniel sat down on my left, and put his arm around me trying to console me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isabel sat down on my other side and also put her arm around me. We sat like that for at least an hour, them quietly talking, me crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;About 6pm Daniel offered to drive me and Isabel to his house, where I could stay the night. I accepted the offer, and the three of us drove over there. Daniel went off to get his butler to make dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I went upstairs, to watch the rain fall. That’s where I am now, yelling at Daniel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have violent mood swings, so I cry easily and tend to get angry when I cry.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d61JNRbqUec/Ttg3la0d0uI/AAAAAAAAAIY/WVY54-jheXM/s1600/Screenshot-563.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d61JNRbqUec/Ttg3la0d0uI/AAAAAAAAAIY/WVY54-jheXM/s640/Screenshot-563.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daniel raised his hands, “Okay, sorry!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He knew I wanted to be alone. He turned to go downstairs, “Oh, and dinner’s ready if you’re interested.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I sat down on the couch and put my face in my hands, sobbing silently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was aware of someone sitting next to me, putting their arm around my shoulder. I looked up, my tear-filled eyes meeting Isabel’s blue eyes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tFH56XazbJQ/Ttg4rSoLOzI/AAAAAAAAAIo/iavjC65oS98/s1600/Screenshot-561.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tFH56XazbJQ/Ttg4rSoLOzI/AAAAAAAAAIo/iavjC65oS98/s640/Screenshot-561.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;She smiled, cheering my up almost instantly, somehow. She had brought me in some dinner, though I refused it. She told me I should go get some rest. I took the elevator down to my room, and collapsed on the green and white bed, falling asleep instantly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6tikVNODldg/Ttg5TC3O5kI/AAAAAAAAAJA/aSbQmc8DyX0/s1600/Screenshot-570.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6tikVNODldg/Ttg5TC3O5kI/AAAAAAAAAJA/aSbQmc8DyX0/s640/Screenshot-570.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The next morning I woke with a violent stomach ache, and spent till about 8am vomiting into the toilet. Isabel came in at around 8:30 to see how I was. I explained to Isabel how I was feeling, and she looked at me thoughtfully, “Mayia, just a thought, why don’t you take a pregnancy test?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Oc-8_fSGoHo/Ttg5wfd9F1I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/RVkCMtpJnyQ/s1600/Screenshot-566.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Oc-8_fSGoHo/Ttg5wfd9F1I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/RVkCMtpJnyQ/s640/Screenshot-566.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I nodded, and went to the bathroom to take the test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I came out looking confused, “Isabel….. the test is positive. I’m pregnant!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry, so I did both, laughing through my tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isabel walked over to me and hugged me, “Congrats!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She sat on my bed, and the two of us just stayed chatting for ages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If you want to recommend or go to the forum:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesims3.com/contentDetail.html?contentId=314518"&gt;Recommend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://forum.thesims3.com/jforum/posts/list/0/362262.page#5051474"&gt;Forum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Love Jc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5183815925566166622-6528758434325469561?l=cantturnbacktheclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantturnbacktheclock.blogspot.com/feeds/6528758434325469561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantturnbacktheclock.blogspot.com/2011/12/cant-turn-back-clock-intro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5183815925566166622/posts/default/6528758434325469561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5183815925566166622/posts/default/6528758434325469561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantturnbacktheclock.blogspot.com/2011/12/cant-turn-back-clock-intro.html' title='Chapter 1'/><author><name>Jc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653305966761797508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IYsgwswFhDs/TyOlZH61lRI/AAAAAAAAAWk/EVh-DWIxOms/s220/Screenshot-3348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SeOIhpQXH_E/Ttg2PDg5O3I/AAAAAAAAAHw/KdVdtJmqPjQ/s72-c/Screenshot-558.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183815925566166622.post-2614416804583098396</id><published>2011-12-17T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T18:49:37.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ChLOl-XfqFc/Tu1FNKMgRaI/AAAAAAAAARQ/4gtQoipesc0/s1600/Screenshot-600.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ChLOl-XfqFc/Tu1FNKMgRaI/AAAAAAAAARQ/4gtQoipesc0/s640/Screenshot-600.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isabel smiled at me, "Congrats on being pregnant, Mayia! I know I've said that before, but still, it's amazing!" she congratulated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I gave a wan smile. "I suppose it's great, but the timing isn't. I don't even know how it happened! It's not like we were trying to get pregnant or anything..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Suddenly I clapped a hand to my mouth, and dashed for the bathroom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fWfjCmh1SXU/Tu1Ff8ObdYI/AAAAAAAAARY/QbRB9DnYlqw/s1600/Screenshot-602.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fWfjCmh1SXU/Tu1Ff8ObdYI/AAAAAAAAARY/QbRB9DnYlqw/s640/Screenshot-602.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I slid into the bathroom, nearly tripping on the slippery tiles. I bent over the toilet, vomiting. This was certainly one of the downsides of being pregnant, I decided.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isabel walked into the bathroom just as I had finished, and as I was splashing water on my face. She passed me as small bag of something, and said, "If you feel sick, eat some of these. They help quell the sickness."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I nodded, putting the bag in my pocket, the walking out of the bathroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FNhz0MTEJ4k/Tu1F-Sle2RI/AAAAAAAAARo/XLoKuxRWGeg/s1600/Screenshot-603.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FNhz0MTEJ4k/Tu1F-Sle2RI/AAAAAAAAARo/XLoKuxRWGeg/s640/Screenshot-603.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Suddenly I heard the doorbell ring from downstairs. Isabel looked at me questioningly, "Who might that be?" She asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I peered out of the window, looking down to the ground. "I think it's Felicity, James' sister. And her boyfriend."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had met Felicity once or twice, whenever I visited James' house, and I had met her boyfriend Skye at the same time. Felicity was nice enough, but I didn't really like Skye that much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I suppose I should go down and see her." I said, walking into the elevator.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Coming?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isabel ran in behind me, the door closing behind us, and the elevator whooshed down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q2GTbAJ0a40/Tu1GJ4-Ku9I/AAAAAAAAARw/5g-nZUkA1tc/s1600/Screenshot-608.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q2GTbAJ0a40/Tu1GJ4-Ku9I/AAAAAAAAARw/5g-nZUkA1tc/s640/Screenshot-608.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I stepped out of the elevator, Isabel close behind me. I saw Felicity standing in the hall, her face in her hands. She looked up, her sad brown eyes surrounded by dark eyeliner, which had streaked thickly down her face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had scrubbed most of my eyeliners streaks off, though not all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1RsXsQg9fJo/Tu1GT7bk1FI/AAAAAAAAAR4/S6NarxFGnfU/s1600/Screenshot-613.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1RsXsQg9fJo/Tu1GT7bk1FI/AAAAAAAAAR4/S6NarxFGnfU/s640/Screenshot-613.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I walked over to Felicity, and gave her a friendly hug. She began to cry on my shoulder, then looked up at me, "It seems so strange to think that he's dead... I still feel like he's going to walk in the door at any moment, laughing and smiling about how he fooled us."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I nodded, understanding. I felt the same way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daniel walked over to us, "Why don't you three go sit down? I'll join you eventually." he suggested, pointing into the next room at the awaiting sofa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I nodded, though for a moment I wondered why he said three. Then I remembered, Skye was here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PnomEq2BHEA/Tu1Gco3X5UI/AAAAAAAAASA/H3jwFu3fpd4/s1600/Screenshot-615.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PnomEq2BHEA/Tu1Gco3X5UI/AAAAAAAAASA/H3jwFu3fpd4/s640/Screenshot-615.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We walked over to the couch, and sat down. I was sitting at one end, Skye at the other, and Felicity in the middle. Me and Felicity started talking, Skye putting in a few words occasionally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shortly after sitting down, Felicity got up to get a drink of water, leaving me alone with Skye. I was just sitting there, lost in my thoughts, when Skye scooted over to sit next to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aDkJ7nh5Ow8/Tu1GqQzae0I/AAAAAAAAASI/lKlkrLxQLFo/s1600/Screenshot-617.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aDkJ7nh5Ow8/Tu1GqQzae0I/AAAAAAAAASI/lKlkrLxQLFo/s640/Screenshot-617.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"You're cute. Did you know that?" Skye commented, going to put his arm around me. I shoved it away. "Thanks, but no thanks. I don't care, Mister Insensitive."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was always more snappish around him, he annoyed me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Now then, don't be so shy!" Skye replied, leaning over to kiss me. I shoved him away, harder this time. He was such an idiot. But his next move took me completely by surprise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Suddenly I was yanked up off the couch, and he slapped me, hard, then kissed me. I was unable to resist. Felicity walked in, and screamed, pulling Skye away from me. She was smart enough to know that it was certainly him that started it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But as he was pulled away from me, Skye whispered something to me that sent chills down my spine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If you want to recommend or go to the forum:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesims3.com/contentDetail.html?contentId=315543"&gt;Recommend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://forum.thesims3.com/jforum/posts/list/0/362262.page#5051474"&gt;Forum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5183815925566166622-2614416804583098396?l=cantturnbacktheclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantturnbacktheclock.blogspot.com/feeds/2614416804583098396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantturnbacktheclock.blogspot.com/2011/12/cant-turn-back-clock-chapter-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5183815925566166622/posts/default/2614416804583098396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5183815925566166622/posts/default/2614416804583098396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantturnbacktheclock.blogspot.com/2011/12/cant-turn-back-clock-chapter-1.html' title='Chapter 2'/><author><name>Jc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653305966761797508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IYsgwswFhDs/TyOlZH61lRI/AAAAAAAAAWk/EVh-DWIxOms/s220/Screenshot-3348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ChLOl-XfqFc/Tu1FNKMgRaI/AAAAAAAAARQ/4gtQoipesc0/s72-c/Screenshot-600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183815925566166622.post-8703050281902742585</id><published>2011-12-17T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T18:30:36.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't turn back the clock Chapter 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ChLOl-XfqFc/Tu1FNKMgRaI/AAAAAAAAARQ/4gtQoipesc0/s1600/Screenshot-600.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ChLOl-XfqFc/Tu1FNKMgRaI/AAAAAAAAARQ/4gtQoipesc0/s1600/Screenshot-600.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Isabel smiled at me, "Congrats on being pregnant, Mayia! I know I've said that before, but still, it's amazing!" she congratulated.&lt;br /&gt;I gave a wan smile. "I suppose it's great, but the timing isn't. I don't even know how it happened! It's not like we were trying to get pregnant or anything..."&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I clapped a hand to my mouth, and dashed for the bathroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fWfjCmh1SXU/Tu1Ff8ObdYI/AAAAAAAAARY/QbRB9DnYlqw/s1600/Screenshot-602.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fWfjCmh1SXU/Tu1Ff8ObdYI/AAAAAAAAARY/QbRB9DnYlqw/s1600/Screenshot-602.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I slid into the bathroom, nearly tripping on the slippery tiles. I bent over the toilet, vomiting. This was certainly one of the downsides of being pregnant, I decided.&lt;br /&gt;Isabel walked into the bathroom just as I had finished, and as I was splashing water on my face. She passed me as small bag of something, and said, "If you feel sick, eat some of these. They help quell the sickness."&lt;br /&gt;I nodded, putting the bag in my pocket, the walking out of the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FNhz0MTEJ4k/Tu1F-Sle2RI/AAAAAAAAARo/XLoKuxRWGeg/s1600/Screenshot-603.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FNhz0MTEJ4k/Tu1F-Sle2RI/AAAAAAAAARo/XLoKuxRWGeg/s1600/Screenshot-603.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Suddenly I heard the doorbell ring from downstairs. Isabel looked at me questioningly, "Who might that be?" She asked.&lt;br /&gt;I peered out of the window, looking down to the ground. "I think it's Felicity, James' sister. And her boyfriend."&lt;br /&gt;I had met Felicity once or twice, whenever I visited James' house, and I had met her boyfriend Skye at the same time. Felicity was nice enough, but I didn't really like Skye that much.&lt;br /&gt;"I suppose I should go down and see her." I said, walking into the elevator.&lt;br /&gt;"Coming?"&lt;br /&gt;Isabel ran in behind me, the door closing behind us, and the elevator whooshed down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q2GTbAJ0a40/Tu1GJ4-Ku9I/AAAAAAAAARw/5g-nZUkA1tc/s1600/Screenshot-608.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q2GTbAJ0a40/Tu1GJ4-Ku9I/AAAAAAAAARw/5g-nZUkA1tc/s1600/Screenshot-608.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I stepped out of the elevator, Isabel close behind me. I saw Felicity standing in the hall, her face in her hands. She looked up, her sad brown eyes surrounded by dark eyeliner, which had streaked thickly down her face.&lt;br /&gt;I had scrubbed most of my eyeliners streaks off, though not all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1RsXsQg9fJo/Tu1GT7bk1FI/AAAAAAAAAR4/S6NarxFGnfU/s1600/Screenshot-613.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1RsXsQg9fJo/Tu1GT7bk1FI/AAAAAAAAAR4/S6NarxFGnfU/s1600/Screenshot-613.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I walked over to Felicity, and gave her a friendly hug. She began to cry on my shoulder, then looked up at me, "It seems so strange to think that he's dead... I still feel like he's going to walk in the door at any moment, laughing and smiling about how he fooled us."&lt;br /&gt;I nodded, understanding. I felt the same way.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel walked over to us, "Why don't you three go sit down? I'll join you eventually." he suggested, pointing into the next room at the awaiting sofa.&lt;br /&gt;I nodded, though for a moment I wondered why he said three. Then I remembered, Skye was here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PnomEq2BHEA/Tu1Gco3X5UI/AAAAAAAAASA/H3jwFu3fpd4/s1600/Screenshot-615.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PnomEq2BHEA/Tu1Gco3X5UI/AAAAAAAAASA/H3jwFu3fpd4/s1600/Screenshot-615.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We walked over to the couch, and sat down. I was sitting at one end, Skye at the other, and Felicity in the middle. Me and Felicity started talking, Skye putting in a few words occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after sitting down, Felicity got up to get a drink of water, leaving me alone with Skye. I was just sitting there, lost in my thoughts, when Skye scooted over to sit next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aDkJ7nh5Ow8/Tu1GqQzae0I/AAAAAAAAASI/lKlkrLxQLFo/s1600/Screenshot-617.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aDkJ7nh5Ow8/Tu1GqQzae0I/AAAAAAAAASI/lKlkrLxQLFo/s1600/Screenshot-617.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"You're cute. Did you know that?" Skye commented, going to put his arm around me. I shoved it away. "Thanks, but no thanks. I don't care, Mister Insensitive."&lt;br /&gt;I was always more snappish around him, he annoyed me.&lt;br /&gt;"Now then, don't be so shy!" Skye replied, leaning over to kiss me. I shoved him away, harder this time. He was such an idiot. But his next move took me completely by surprise.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I was yanked up off the couch, and he slapped me, hard, then kissed me. I was unable to resist. Felicity walked in, and screamed, pulling Skye away from me. She was smart enough to know that it was certainly him that started it.&lt;br /&gt;But as he was pulled away from me, Skye whispered something to me that sent chills down my spine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;                                 Thanks for reading and please rec&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;                                        Click to Recommend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;          &lt;a href="http://www.thesims3.com/contentDetail.html?contentId=315543"&gt;http://www.thesims3.com/contentDetail.html?contentId=315543&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Or you can go to my forum and comment: &lt;a href="http://forum.thesims3.com/jforum/posts/list/0/362262.page#5051474"&gt;http://forum.thesims3.com/jforum/posts/list/0/362262.page#5051474&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5183815925566166622-8703050281902742585?l=cantturnbacktheclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantturnbacktheclock.blogspot.com/feeds/8703050281902742585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantturnbacktheclock.blogspot.com/2011/12/cant-turn-back-clock-chapter-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5183815925566166622/posts/default/8703050281902742585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5183815925566166622/posts/default/8703050281902742585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantturnbacktheclock.blogspot.com/2011/12/cant-turn-back-clock-chapter-2.html' title='Can&apos;t turn back the clock Chapter 2'/><author><name>Jc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653305966761797508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IYsgwswFhDs/TyOlZH61lRI/AAAAAAAAAWk/EVh-DWIxOms/s220/Screenshot-3348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ChLOl-XfqFc/Tu1FNKMgRaI/AAAAAAAAARQ/4gtQoipesc0/s72-c/Screenshot-600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183815925566166622.post-3370454143235353174</id><published>2011-12-17T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T18:38:00.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't turn back the clock Chapter 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_djMmZmnSRM/Tu0-S_XH3yI/AAAAAAAAAPI/WI8Jm8E9-Cw/s1600/Screenshot-687.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_djMmZmnSRM/Tu0-S_XH3yI/AAAAAAAAAPI/WI8Jm8E9-Cw/s1600/Screenshot-687.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;My eyes widened at Skye's words, and I stepped backwards with a quiet scream, my face showing how scared I was. Skye's face showed triumph, an evil grin and leering eyes. But he let himself be restrained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PBaffvrENMg/Tu0-axHao2I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/jNbGJ67eO6c/s1600/Screenshot-692.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PBaffvrENMg/Tu0-axHao2I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/jNbGJ67eO6c/s1600/Screenshot-692.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Suddenly Daniel came running in, having heard my scream.&lt;br /&gt;He knew me well, and took in the whole situation as soon as he entered the room. He walked over to Skye, and stared him straight in the eye. "What did you do to my sister?" Daniel questioned, his voice cold. He was normally a nice person, but he couldn't stand it when anyone tried to do anything to his little sister, which was me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vl8FHok8EJk/Tu0-oAanUOI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ZDe6KKCWuqs/s1600/Screenshot-698.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vl8FHok8EJk/Tu0-oAanUOI/AAAAAAAAAPY/ZDe6KKCWuqs/s1600/Screenshot-698.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Skye didn't respond, but his hand went into his pocket, and a look of&lt;br /&gt;fleeting terror passed over Felicitys' face. Daniel didn't notice, but&lt;br /&gt;suddenly he punched Skye in the face, hard. "Do not touch my little sister."&lt;br /&gt;Daniel said, each word hard and cold, as though each word was a separate&lt;br /&gt;sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CjDC4RGSnjs/Tu0-zR_tzKI/AAAAAAAAAPg/XY_XaFdZZVk/s1600/Screenshot-700.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CjDC4RGSnjs/Tu0-zR_tzKI/AAAAAAAAAPg/XY_XaFdZZVk/s1600/Screenshot-700.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The punch had thrown Skye to the ground, and he stood up, blood slipping&lt;br /&gt;from his split lip. He glared coldly at Daniel, then spun on his heel and&lt;br /&gt;strode out the door, dragging Felicity with him. Felicity didn't want to go,&lt;br /&gt;but as she was dragged out the door, she looked at me, "I'm sorry."&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;she mouthed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EjTyvHkzQyk/Tu0-6bJR0BI/AAAAAAAAAPo/msX25G_fSrw/s1600/Screenshot-702.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EjTyvHkzQyk/Tu0-6bJR0BI/AAAAAAAAAPo/msX25G_fSrw/s1600/Screenshot-702.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Isabel, by then, had left, she hadn't gotten to say goodbye, or even know&lt;br /&gt;about what had happened. She had to leave for work, and was walking out the&lt;br /&gt;door just before Skye kissed me.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel turned to me, hugged me, the concern showing in his eyes. I had a red&lt;br /&gt;mark on my cheek from when Skye slapped me, and that obviously upset Daniel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0x1M2fJ6obA/Tu0_VBtITcI/AAAAAAAAAQA/B2nwtg-WMXs/s1600/Screenshot-703.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0x1M2fJ6obA/Tu0_VBtITcI/AAAAAAAAAQA/B2nwtg-WMXs/s1600/Screenshot-703.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We stood there for a while, me and Daniel, then I looked up at him, briefly&lt;br /&gt;glancing outside, "It's getting late." I remarked quietly.&lt;br /&gt;He nodded, "So it is. Shall we go have dinner?"&lt;br /&gt;With a small smile, I agreed, and the two of us walked into the dining room.&lt;br /&gt;By the smell issuing from that room as we got closer, it appeared there was&lt;br /&gt;an excellent dinner waiting for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0X5dYJxXNeU/Tu0_bsVt8qI/AAAAAAAAAQI/ZFz2c_Su7Lo/s1600/Screenshot-706.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0X5dYJxXNeU/Tu0_bsVt8qI/AAAAAAAAAQI/ZFz2c_Su7Lo/s1600/Screenshot-706.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;The smell was correct, laid out on the table was a sumptuous spread. Roast&lt;br /&gt;turkey, roast potato, and so much other food, it made my head spin. I kept&lt;br /&gt;forgetting how rich my brother was, mainly because he never acted how I&lt;br /&gt;imagined rich people would act. We sat down, almost next to each other, he&lt;br /&gt;was at the head of the table, I was on his right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NlSLLXhE6qk/Tu0_lWSofDI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/WvHnKfR6X1k/s1600/Screenshot-707.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NlSLLXhE6qk/Tu0_lWSofDI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/WvHnKfR6X1k/s1600/Screenshot-707.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We ate slowly, talking quite a bit. Daniel wanted to know exactly what had&lt;br /&gt;happened. I told him, but I left out the part of what Skye said to me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;After I had finished eating, I decided to head off to bed, I needed the&lt;br /&gt;rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CWvfiHVThxI/Tu0__NUks2I/AAAAAAAAAQY/vpVfVxL-L5U/s1600/Screenshot-713.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CWvfiHVThxI/Tu0__NUks2I/AAAAAAAAAQY/vpVfVxL-L5U/s1600/Screenshot-713.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I tiredly took the elevator up to my room, then climbed into my sleepwear,&lt;br /&gt;then lay on the bed. I couldn't sleep, Skye's words kept playing ominously&lt;br /&gt;through my mind, over and over, "You'll be mine, baby, one way or the&lt;br /&gt;other."&lt;br /&gt;They scared me somehow, even though they were just simple words. Plus I&lt;br /&gt;hated people calling me baby. Or babe for that matter, though I didn't mind&lt;br /&gt;when James used to do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-88eQR5eLIto/Tu1AHSZpu3I/AAAAAAAAAQg/tevcUb3MlJE/s1600/Screenshot-716.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-88eQR5eLIto/Tu1AHSZpu3I/AAAAAAAAAQg/tevcUb3MlJE/s1600/Screenshot-716.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I tossed and turned restlessly in bed, my sleep filled with endless&lt;br /&gt;nightmares...&lt;br /&gt;Skye was haunting me in my dreams, always trying to kill me. Each time I&lt;br /&gt;managed to escape unscathed, but only just. But in the last nightmare, he&lt;br /&gt;caught me, had a gun to my head. I screamed, waking up. My forehead was&lt;br /&gt;beaded in sweat, and I was shaking. I looked at the time, 3 am But I had to&lt;br /&gt;call Isabel.. With shaky hands I picked up my phone from beside me on the&lt;br /&gt;table, and dialed Isabel's number. She picked up on the third ring, her&lt;br /&gt;voice groggy, half asleep, "Mayia, it's 3 in the morning!" she exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;"I know it is, sorry Isabel. I just want you to come over."&lt;br /&gt;"Alright, Mayia, I'll be there shortly."&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, see ya soon."&lt;br /&gt;"Bye."&lt;br /&gt;Then she hung up, and I got out of bed, going and splashing water on my&lt;br /&gt;face, then quietly taking the elevator downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mZA4jZuivy8/Tu1BvsZ5KfI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/dxzXE6Hf7zo/s1600/Screenshot-721.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mZA4jZuivy8/Tu1BvsZ5KfI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/dxzXE6Hf7zo/s1600/Screenshot-721.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I sat on the couch downstairs, waiting for Isabel. She walked in at around&lt;br /&gt;3:15am, and sat down next to me, still looking half asleep. "So, why did you&lt;br /&gt;Get me to come over, Mayia?" she asked me.&lt;br /&gt;"Because..." I began to explain what had happened in her absence. When I had&lt;br /&gt;finished, she looked at me pityingly, "Oh my, that's awful!" she consoled.&lt;br /&gt;"I know." I smirked, it was no laughing matter, but the way I said it made&lt;br /&gt;me smile, "But what do I do about it?"&lt;br /&gt;She shrugged, "I don't really know, but I can give you some ideas?"&lt;br /&gt;Isabel didn't even give me time to respond, but instead started suggesting&lt;br /&gt;her ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DImuUuL-PXo/Tu1B7LyjXBI/AAAAAAAAARA/pskU_4ZtSMo/s1600/Screenshot-723.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DImuUuL-PXo/Tu1B7LyjXBI/AAAAAAAAARA/pskU_4ZtSMo/s1600/Screenshot-723.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I didn't realize how fast time flew, and suddenly I heard the doorbell ring.&lt;br /&gt;I got up, glanced at the clock, then walked to the door. Amazingly, it was 6&lt;br /&gt;am, and the sun was beginning to shine.&lt;br /&gt;When I reached the door, I looked through the glass. I couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;anything, so I opened the door.&lt;br /&gt;No one was there, but as I began to shut the door, I looked down, and&lt;br /&gt;screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RKh3qPxNVqU/Tu1CG0JXQbI/AAAAAAAAARI/A9N2n2iVnFE/s1600/Screenshot-724.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RKh3qPxNVqU/Tu1CG0JXQbI/AAAAAAAAARI/A9N2n2iVnFE/s1600/Screenshot-724.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lying on the grass was someone I knew, battered and bruised, with a note&lt;/div&gt;stuck to their chest. They were dead, I could tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks for reading and please rec&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Click to Recommend:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesims3.com/contentDetail.html?contentId=317705"&gt;http://www.thesims3.com/contentDetail.html?contentId=317705&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Or you can go to my  forum and comment: &lt;a href="http://forum.thesims3.com/jforum/posts/list/0/362262.page#5051474"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #960a0a;"&gt;http://forum.thesims3.com/jforum/posts/list/0/362262.page#5051474&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5183815925566166622-3370454143235353174?l=cantturnbacktheclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantturnbacktheclock.blogspot.com/feeds/3370454143235353174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantturnbacktheclock.blogspot.com/2011/12/cant-turn-back-clock-chapter-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5183815925566166622/posts/default/3370454143235353174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5183815925566166622/posts/default/3370454143235353174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantturnbacktheclock.blogspot.com/2011/12/cant-turn-back-clock-chapter-3.html' title='Can&apos;t turn back the clock Chapter 3'/><author><name>Jc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653305966761797508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IYsgwswFhDs/TyOlZH61lRI/AAAAAAAAAWk/EVh-DWIxOms/s220/Screenshot-3348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_djMmZmnSRM/Tu0-S_XH3yI/AAAAAAAAAPI/WI8Jm8E9-Cw/s72-c/Screenshot-687.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183815925566166622.post-1527556338616973099</id><published>2011-12-17T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T18:38:44.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't turn back the clock Chapter 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UvzrrVGHOwE/Tu05xrck1bI/AAAAAAAAAOg/qpWYD4LWL8o/s1600/Screenshot-1039.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UvzrrVGHOwE/Tu05xrck1bI/AAAAAAAAAOg/qpWYD4LWL8o/s1600/Screenshot-1039.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Isabel must have heard my shriek, as I saw her running towards me from the corner of my eye.&lt;br /&gt;I looked back down at the body, Felicity's body, and gently tugged the note from her chest, unfolding it and attempting to read it. It was still dark, though it was fast getting lighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QwlYQSaL2XI/Tu0571OZiKI/AAAAAAAAAOo/BM2MsBtctsA/s1600/Screenshot-1046.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QwlYQSaL2XI/Tu0571OZiKI/AAAAAAAAAOo/BM2MsBtctsA/s1600/Screenshot-1046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;When I first looked at the note, I thought it was blank, then I realized I was just holding it around the wrong way. I flipped it, then quickly read it.&lt;br /&gt;"She isn't the first, she won't be the last."&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;br /&gt;Just from looking at the note, I was sure of who it was from. It was written in an elegant script, hand written, each letter perfectly formed, with a scrawled "S" at the bottom. Skye, I guessed, though I knew I could quite easily be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tsllIV-6jA0/Tu06HQwvvvI/AAAAAAAAAOw/KOpeyfL8hho/s1600/Screenshot-1048.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tsllIV-6jA0/Tu06HQwvvvI/AAAAAAAAAOw/KOpeyfL8hho/s1600/Screenshot-1048.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Isabel ran up to me, bursting through the door. A shocked, horrified expression covered her face, as she took in the scene and read the note I was holding. "How could he do this?" she asked me. It seemed obvious she also believed it was Skye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wff-L2ZAhi4/Tu06X901R9I/AAAAAAAAAO4/qsNKAYTugBQ/s1600/Screenshot-1051.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wff-L2ZAhi4/Tu06X901R9I/AAAAAAAAAO4/qsNKAYTugBQ/s1600/Screenshot-1051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I didn't respond to her comment, I knew she wasn't expecting an answer.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I heard the elevators high pitched "ding" from inside, and I knew that Daniel must have woken up.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing me and Isabel both outside, he ran through the lounge out the door, skidding to a stop next to me. Daniel gasped when he saw Felicity's dead body lying there, and was shaking with anger by the time he had finished reading the note. "I'm going to kill that idiot when I next see him." Daniel said angrily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kZw7B_iLBJU/Tu06gpKyigI/AAAAAAAAAPA/nC9ZpMgqQ0k/s1600/Screenshot-1054.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kZw7B_iLBJU/Tu06gpKyigI/AAAAAAAAAPA/nC9ZpMgqQ0k/s1600/Screenshot-1054.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I turned sadly and walked inside, accidentally turning on Daniel's big screen TV. The news was on, and as I picked up the phone to ring the police, tell them about the murder, my eyes widened as I saw someone I recognized on the TV screen.&lt;br /&gt;James &amp;amp; Felicity's parents had apparently also been murdered, their dead bodies dragged outside the house before it had been set alight.&lt;br /&gt;I found the remote for the TV and set the news to record, then I called Daniel and Isabel inside. "Look at the news!" I said, indicating the TV.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel gave a start, "What! More murders!?"&lt;br /&gt;I nodded, "It does look that way."&lt;br /&gt;Just then, the newsreader came back on, "There was a note found with the bodies..."&lt;br /&gt;"This is just the start of what is to come."&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;br /&gt;The newsreader read out, as the note showed on screen.&lt;br /&gt;I shook my head worriedly, "So it appears that Felicity wasn't the first.&lt;br /&gt;They were... But who will be next?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel obviously didn't know, and I doubted Isabel would be any more the wiser.&lt;br /&gt;So all of James's family was now dead, him, his sister and his parents. I was pretty sure he didn't have any more relatives, but I could be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks for reading and please rec&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Click to Recommend:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.thesims3.com/contentDetail.html?contentId=322398"&gt;http://www.thesims3.com/contentDetail.html?contentId=322398&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Or you can go to my  forum and comment: &lt;a href="http://forum.thesims3.com/jforum/posts/list/0/362262.page#5051474"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #960a0a;"&gt;http://forum.thesims3.com/jforum/posts/list/0/362262.page#5051474&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5183815925566166622-1527556338616973099?l=cantturnbacktheclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantturnbacktheclock.blogspot.com/feeds/1527556338616973099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantturnbacktheclock.blogspot.com/2011/12/cant-turn-back-clock-chapter-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5183815925566166622/posts/default/1527556338616973099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5183815925566166622/posts/default/1527556338616973099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantturnbacktheclock.blogspot.com/2011/12/cant-turn-back-clock-chapter-4.html' title='Can&apos;t turn back the clock Chapter 4'/><author><name>Jc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653305966761797508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IYsgwswFhDs/TyOlZH61lRI/AAAAAAAAAWk/EVh-DWIxOms/s220/Screenshot-3348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UvzrrVGHOwE/Tu05xrck1bI/AAAAAAAAAOg/qpWYD4LWL8o/s72-c/Screenshot-1039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5183815925566166622.post-6479537784221655389</id><published>2011-12-17T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T18:39:08.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't turn back the clock chapter 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NEbHw9Dr8x0/TuxfW6txmBI/AAAAAAAAAMk/kOYNgp79TZU/s1600/Screenshot-1656.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NEbHw9Dr8x0/TuxfW6txmBI/AAAAAAAAAMk/kOYNgp79TZU/s1600/Screenshot-1656.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;It had been a month since James' death and I stopped crying myself to sleep every night.&lt;br /&gt;I found out I was 3 months pregnant and I started to notice I was getting a small bump.&lt;br /&gt;Isabel and Daniel were a huge support for me, Isabel was always there to comfort me when I needed it, and Daniel always offered me a place to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N4fUipac_Ag/TuxfmmPaieI/AAAAAAAAAMs/8MuSwwkNy8M/s1600/Screenshot-1657.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N4fUipac_Ag/TuxfmmPaieI/AAAAAAAAAMs/8MuSwwkNy8M/s1600/Screenshot-1657.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I walked into Daniel's lounge and found Isabel waiting for me on the couch.&amp;nbsp; "Hi, how are you feeling", Isabel asked as she stood up and hugged me.&amp;nbsp; "Not much except last night my back was killing me so I didn't get much sleep." I replied.&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry Mayia, maybe I can take you to the cafe down the road to cheer you up,” Isabel suggested.&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, let me go fetch my purse," I said as I ran to the elevator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I7PxhaYm0P0/Tuxf14WKWFI/AAAAAAAAAM0/isOseNmFAds/s1600/Screenshot-1660.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I7PxhaYm0P0/Tuxf14WKWFI/AAAAAAAAAM0/isOseNmFAds/s1600/Screenshot-1660.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We hoped into Isabel's car and made our way to the cafe. We walked in and found a table. "I’m going to go buy us a cappuccino,” Isabel said as she stood up to go to the counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KMY8DxJh8fc/TuxgFMVaTQI/AAAAAAAAAM8/89kyLyYN0Ws/s1600/Screenshot-1667.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KMY8DxJh8fc/TuxgFMVaTQI/AAAAAAAAAM8/89kyLyYN0Ws/s1600/Screenshot-1667.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Suddenly, the last person in the world I would want to see sat down in Isabel's seat.&lt;br /&gt;"Hello Mayia, I've missed you," Skye said, his words sending a shiver down my spine.&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't seen him since Felicity's death.&lt;br /&gt;"Skye, go away. I don't ever want to see you again," I said coldly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mWj53pcAagw/TuxgSksbJLI/AAAAAAAAANE/V7nm9fIHfVw/s1600/Screenshot-1670.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mWj53pcAagw/TuxgSksbJLI/AAAAAAAAANE/V7nm9fIHfVw/s1600/Screenshot-1670.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Huh, did you like the note and package I left for you," Sky said and a look of contentment spread across his face.&lt;br /&gt;"You did that all!"&amp;nbsp; I exclaimed, leaping to my feet.&lt;br /&gt;Skye said nothing and just started walking towards me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--z0-nizlL2c/TuxgtOH0k1I/AAAAAAAAANU/2zt2KH_H-1w/s1600/Screenshot-1675.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--z0-nizlL2c/TuxgtOH0k1I/AAAAAAAAANU/2zt2KH_H-1w/s1600/Screenshot-1675.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Hey Skye, get out of here now!" Isabel yelled at Skye as she made her way towards him.&lt;br /&gt;"You say it like I will." He said in a cold, evil voice.&lt;br /&gt;"Leave her alone. Or I will make you." Isabel said, pulling a bottle of pepper spray out of her bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rdYBvBswmJM/TuxhB5PpucI/AAAAAAAAANc/uy1YH_eMy18/s1600/Screenshot-1680.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rdYBvBswmJM/TuxhB5PpucI/AAAAAAAAANc/uy1YH_eMy18/s1600/Screenshot-1680.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then slowly Skye began to back away and left.&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks Isabel, you're a life saver" I said, sitting back down in my chair.&lt;br /&gt;"Here's the cappuccino" Isabel said as she sat down opposite me.&lt;br /&gt;"Now, what did Skye say to you?" Isabel questioned, leaning closer.&lt;br /&gt;"He asked if I liked the note and package he sent to me, and I think he's talking about Felicity's death." I replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ueN9vJGyzMg/TuxhRkRprJI/AAAAAAAAANk/pPifkLKOd5I/s1600/Screenshot-1682.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ueN9vJGyzMg/TuxhRkRprJI/AAAAAAAAANk/pPifkLKOd5I/s1600/Screenshot-1682.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Let’s go home and tell Daniel" Isabel said as she stood up.&lt;br /&gt;We drove to Daniel’s mansion and ran inside to find him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r9L6Rad-1Ds/Tuxh80A75KI/AAAAAAAAAN8/wE9n1buIj2s/s1600/Screenshot-1691.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r9L6Rad-1Ds/Tuxh80A75KI/AAAAAAAAAN8/wE9n1buIj2s/s1600/Screenshot-1691.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Hey girls, you're back early," Daniel said, hugging me.&lt;br /&gt;"Only because we bumped into Skye and he said...” but before Isabel could finish Daniel interrupted.&lt;br /&gt;"You bumped into Skye....what did he say?"&lt;br /&gt;"He asked if I like his note and package" I said as the words started to haunt me.&lt;br /&gt;"I knew it was him. What happened then” Daniel asked, sitting down.&lt;br /&gt;"Isabel jumped in and chased him of with pepper spray," I said, allowing a small giggle to escape my lips.&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks Isabel, we need to keep away from that guy" Daniel said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hc_JVFLl6iM/TuxiJjpAUbI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Tiv7Za3-FGM/s1600/Screenshot-1694.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hc_JVFLl6iM/TuxiJjpAUbI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Tiv7Za3-FGM/s1600/Screenshot-1694.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I lay in bed that night wondering why Skye would kill James' parents and Felicity.&lt;/div&gt;Why couldn't he just break up with her?&lt;br /&gt;What if it wasn't him?&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts raced through my mind all night, mainly centered around Felicity's death, as well as James' and his parents' death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks for reading  and please rec&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Click to recommend: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesims3.com/contentDetail.html?contentId=341020"&gt;http://www.thesims3.com/contentDetail.html?contentId=341020&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ygyFwZSe1d8/TuqukZpfN8I/AAAAAAAAAJc/YTDhP9kfowU/s1600/Screenshot-2685.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ygyFwZSe1d8/TuqukZpfN8I/AAAAAAAAAJc/YTDhP9kfowU/s1600/Screenshot-2685.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Amanda, Yes Amanda was her name.&lt;/div&gt;James always loved that name and now it was our little girl's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qhVjeZ4_Hn4/TusxlBpvC6I/AAAAAAAAAKM/Oht5P-cG_ik/s1600/Screenshot-2686.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qhVjeZ4_Hn4/TusxlBpvC6I/AAAAAAAAAKM/Oht5P-cG_ik/s1600/Screenshot-2686.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;“Mayia I can’t believe you due in a few days,” Isabel clapped in excitement.&lt;br /&gt;We were picking up a few last things for Amanda’s room at a baby store. &lt;br /&gt;“I know and I will always have a little of James with me,” I smiled.&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, but I still find it sad that James’ Aunt and Uncle were killed”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZkipPONa1FQ/TusyFSmbpPI/AAAAAAAAAKc/jAwQz0XVPZE/s1600/Screenshot-2687.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZkipPONa1FQ/TusyFSmbpPI/AAAAAAAAAKc/jAwQz0XVPZE/s1600/Screenshot-2687.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;“Now his whole family is dead,” I sighed.&lt;br /&gt;“It’s just sad Amanda will never meet her father,” My eyes started to water but I blinked them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XyG1F02bNfc/TusyRb8MRvI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Yd7_6gWJFkE/s1600/Screenshot-2688.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XyG1F02bNfc/TusyRb8MRvI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Yd7_6gWJFkE/s1600/Screenshot-2688.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;“I know Mayia but you always have me,” Isabel hugged me.&lt;br /&gt;“Yes I know, and I’m so happy to have you as her Godmother.”&lt;br /&gt;“Thanks Mayia.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bnbF_mlR_JY/Tus1CtfVnfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/tS8HtQ9gavU/s1600/Screenshot-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bnbF_mlR_JY/Tus1CtfVnfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/tS8HtQ9gavU/s1600/Screenshot-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cy3AxI_qugw/TusygahsYyI/AAAAAAAAAKs/nZbl8viGiso/s1600/Screenshot-2690.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cy3AxI_qugw/TusygahsYyI/AAAAAAAAAKs/nZbl8viGiso/s1600/Screenshot-2690.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I sat alone in Daniel’s second lounge thinking about Amanda.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel was out fixing something at work and Isabel was buying her groceries.&lt;br /&gt;I knew James was looking down at me and Amanda.&lt;br /&gt;We both have a strong love for Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MjLRmDtovyE/TusyoQqzckI/AAAAAAAAAK0/VPbNbYJDYeY/s1600/Screenshot-2695.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MjLRmDtovyE/TusyoQqzckI/AAAAAAAAAK0/VPbNbYJDYeY/s1600/Screenshot-2695.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I closed my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;My mind lost in thought I didn’t notice footsteps making their way toward me.&lt;br /&gt;“Hello again Mayia,” the voice made me jump to my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aoRSbUnUySw/TusyzzYxoFI/AAAAAAAAAK8/OxQ0Ksfm_Tg/s1600/Screenshot-2696.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aoRSbUnUySw/TusyzzYxoFI/AAAAAAAAAK8/OxQ0Ksfm_Tg/s1600/Screenshot-2696.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;“What are you doing here Sky?” I snapped. &lt;br /&gt;“I couldn’t help myself I needed to see you,” he replied.&lt;br /&gt;“Should never even look at you for killing James.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l48ySgR6o5k/Tusy9nzJVZI/AAAAAAAAALE/RdXPysKqBUw/s1600/Screenshot-2699.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l48ySgR6o5k/Tusy9nzJVZI/AAAAAAAAALE/RdXPysKqBUw/s1600/Screenshot-2699.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; “I didn’t kill him. He was a nice guy and plus I have never killed anyone in my life,” Sky shook his head.&lt;br /&gt;“But what about Felicity and her parents?” I asked.&lt;br /&gt;“We were about to break up and I liked her parents.&amp;nbsp; All I said in the café was just a joke”&lt;br /&gt;If Sky was telling the truth then who…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QQ0V5mcEwoM/TuszQMQaLpI/AAAAAAAAALU/k1dToACRnyI/s1600/Screenshot-2702.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QQ0V5mcEwoM/TuszQMQaLpI/AAAAAAAAALU/k1dToACRnyI/s1600/Screenshot-2702.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;“Bang, Bang!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yhud0AtWggI/TuszbzuR-0I/AAAAAAAAALc/WlWSq52wdJY/s1600/Screenshot-2701.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yhud0AtWggI/TuszbzuR-0I/AAAAAAAAALc/WlWSq52wdJY/s1600/Screenshot-2701.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I jumped at the sound and saw Sky fall to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel stood be hide him with a gun.&lt;br /&gt;“Mayia it wasn’t Sky it was all me,” Daniel slowly walked towards me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ElN-E_d0SQE/TuszmW6761I/AAAAAAAAALk/W68lAuxcV9I/s1600/Screenshot-2704.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ElN-E_d0SQE/TuszmW6761I/AAAAAAAAALk/W68lAuxcV9I/s1600/Screenshot-2704.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I didn’t move mostly because of shock.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel dropped the gun but Sky’s body and stopped in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;“Mayia I killed James, Felicity and their Parents,” Daniel took my hand.&lt;br /&gt;“B… but why?” I pulled my hand away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dawMysbdxlY/Tuszw47RUCI/AAAAAAAAALs/NI06XgvqeOA/s1600/Screenshot-2706.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dawMysbdxlY/Tuszw47RUCI/AAAAAAAAALs/NI06XgvqeOA/s1600/Screenshot-2706.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;“You were always spending too much time with James so I got jealous and killed him.&lt;br /&gt;I killed Felicity, her parents and stuck notes on them to make it look like Sky did it,” Daniel tried to hug me.&lt;br /&gt;“No Daniel, you knew I loved him,” I pushed him away.&lt;br /&gt;Tears were now streaming down my face. &lt;br /&gt;“I’m sorry Mayia please forgive me, I now regret it all,” Daniel started to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6097I6_-A7A/Tusz5Rli0uI/AAAAAAAAAL0/8ook_58W7Ho/s1600/Screenshot-2711.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6097I6_-A7A/Tusz5Rli0uI/AAAAAAAAAL0/8ook_58W7Ho/s1600/Screenshot-2711.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I slowly walked into Daniel’s arms.&lt;br /&gt;“I’m sorry, please forgive me,” Daniel cried on my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;I nodded my head and drew back but before I could say anything…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HTiJJBKghfk/Tus0Cvoj6yI/AAAAAAAAAL8/9vAwNHa7vpU/s1600/Screenshot-2714.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HTiJJBKghfk/Tus0Cvoj6yI/AAAAAAAAAL8/9vAwNHa7vpU/s1600/Screenshot-2714.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;“Good bye Daniel,” Sky yelled holding Daniel’s gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1medsuNd77M/Tus0SUJliEI/AAAAAAAAAME/-fe42oGxT0E/s1600/Screenshot-2716.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1medsuNd77M/Tus0SUJliEI/AAAAAAAAAME/-fe42oGxT0E/s1600/Screenshot-2716.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; “Bang!!!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QA4q3ZNiwAk/Tus0cvmqFHI/AAAAAAAAAMM/7-J2KYTVvTI/s1600/Screenshot-2718.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QA4q3ZNiwAk/Tus0cvmqFHI/AAAAAAAAAMM/7-J2KYTVvTI/s1600/Screenshot-2718.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;It didn’t hit Daniel…It hit me hard in the chest.&lt;br /&gt;I fell to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;“Mayia! Mayia please.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bnbF_mlR_JY/Tus1CtfVnfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/tS8HtQ9gavU/s1600/Screenshot-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bnbF_mlR_JY/Tus1CtfVnfI/AAAAAAAAAMU/tS8HtQ9gavU/s1600/Screenshot-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fdE4a8FZ7Qg/Tus1T5m6jTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/6I6cNFaOB6E/s1600/Screenshot-8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fdE4a8FZ7Qg/Tus1T5m6jTI/AAAAAAAAAMc/6I6cNFaOB6E/s1600/Screenshot-8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was going to be with James.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks for reading and please rec&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Click to recommend:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.thesims3.com/contentDetail.html?contentId=362016"&gt;http://www.thesims3.com/contentDetail.html?contentId=362016&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Or you can go to my  forum and comment: &lt;a href="http://forum.thesims3.com/jforum/posts/list/0/362262.page#5051474"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #960a0a;"&gt;http://forum.thesims3.com/jforum/posts/list/0/362262.page#5051474&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5183815925566166622-7526050716365110938?l=cantturnbacktheclock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cantturnbacktheclock.blogspot.com/feeds/7526050716365110938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cantturnbacktheclock.blogspot.com/2011/11/testing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5183815925566166622/posts/default/7526050716365110938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5183815925566166622/posts/default/7526050716365110938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cantturnbacktheclock.blogspot.com/2011/11/testing.html' title='Can&apos;t turn back the clock Chapter 6'/><author><name>Jc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04653305966761797508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IYsgwswFhDs/TyOlZH61lRI/AAAAAAAAAWk/EVh-DWIxOms/s220/Screenshot-3348.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ygyFwZSe1d8/TuqukZpfN8I/AAAAAAAAAJc/YTDhP9kfowU/s72-c/Screenshot-2685.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
