<?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-8351449039555521034</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:41:08.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thulasi Nair</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://child-stories-bank.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351449039555521034/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://child-stories-bank.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Thulasi Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06721630643006966452</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/-eWOIA0dREpo/TX3-RYkyozI/AAAAAAAABXc/sdoBKGrSiu4/s220/156895_175443835814082_100000454008273_497022_2091426_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8351449039555521034.post-8604973354430993953</id><published>2011-03-14T03:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T04:34:06.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind The Enemy Lies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;MY DREAM ENDED WITH A BIG 'THUD'.&lt;br /&gt;As my eyes fluttered open. I rubbed my face against the soft fluffy pillow. I turned facing upright and when my sleepless eyes opened completely they met my friends concerned ones. Four pairs of eyes staring back at me. I blinked a couple of times to get my vision steady, as my eyes were filled with sand and goop.&lt;br /&gt;"Stacy!! are you awake?", my best friend Nessie whispered sitting on a chair beside my bed.&lt;br /&gt;"Nessie!", I screamed and reached for her hand she took them immediately wrapping them in her warm and loving ones.&lt;br /&gt;"What happened? Where am I?" ,I questioned her.&lt;br /&gt;"Your in the Infirmary, sweety" ,she replied with a warm smile and a grin playing on her lips.&lt;br /&gt;"Why?", I asked ,raising my eye brow up this time, looking completely dumbstruck.&lt;br /&gt;"Because you fell from a set of stairs and landed on your ass." ,it wasn't Nessie it was Caty who answered me .&lt;br /&gt;Caty was another good friend of mine looking totally pissed with me.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh" ,I gasped.&lt;br /&gt;"Well it doesn't matter now all that matters is that you are alive and healed" ,Courtney announced joining our conversation.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and just so you know Caty and Courtney are twins.&lt;br /&gt;"Courtney is right... so lets get going then or we will be late for dinner." ,Ally added.&lt;br /&gt;Ally was my childhood friend pretty close to my family and me.&lt;br /&gt;"Huh, that's weird I don't remember falling down from a set of stairs.. then how did i end up in the infirmary?", I blurted, chewing my lips and trying to remember.&lt;br /&gt;When a new voice joined your little group discussion.&lt;br /&gt;"We were hoping you would have an answer to that question, Stacy.", said a voice so amazing and dear that I did not even have to look to see who it was.&lt;br /&gt;Caroline!!! She was the principle of our academy. She was barbie beautiful and too prefect. She had huge deep blue eyes in which I wish I could drown in. Her face was shaped to a prefect heart and her shin was so white and so soft that I could imagine how it felt even when she wasn't touching me. Her hair was a sea of black.&lt;br /&gt;She wore a lilac dress which clung to her splendid body. She smiled at me and strode over to stand on the other side of my bed.&lt;br /&gt;"No, Caroline I do not remember a single thing" ,I babbled confused.&lt;br /&gt;"It's okay my child don't think to hard on it just forget about it and move on. Accidents like this happens all the time.",she replied warmly but just for a single moment I saw a glint of darkness in her eyes I didn't...&lt;br /&gt;I got pulled out of my thoughts when Ally spoke,"So lets go ,Stacy."&lt;br /&gt;I nodded and walked out of the room and into the hall way with my friends hovering and giggling over something.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as Caty kicked the door open of the exit a gang of cold air fit me at once. I stumbled back and almost fell if it weren't for my friends who caught my arm and steadied me .&lt;br /&gt;And it hit me, it was as if the cold air was all I needed. A switched inside me flicked on and my brain jolted upright and my memory rushed back into me. It brought me to a screeching halt.&lt;br /&gt;It was Caroline. She was the one behind the unexplainable disappearances &amp;nbsp;of the students. I had caught her talking to someone about it and ...she pushed me down the stairs and some how managed to play with my memory. I closed my eyes shut trying to let it sink in.&lt;br /&gt;"Stacy, are you okay?" , my BBF's words shattered my thinking. I opened my eyes to face my only four friends, who were standing in front of me concern, trust, love and care written all over them.&lt;br /&gt;How? How am I going to make them understand? Will they listen to me If i said there was more to Caroline then her loving act . And that behind a loving act sleeps a demon lurking for an unimaginable crime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8351449039555521034-8604973354430993953?l=child-stories-bank.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://child-stories-bank.blogspot.com/feeds/8604973354430993953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://child-stories-bank.blogspot.com/2011/03/behind-enemy-lies.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351449039555521034/posts/default/8604973354430993953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8351449039555521034/posts/default/8604973354430993953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://child-stories-bank.blogspot.com/2011/03/behind-enemy-lies.html' title='Behind The Enemy Lies.'/><author><name>Thulasi Nair</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06721630643006966452</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/-eWOIA0dREpo/TX3-RYkyozI/AAAAAAAABXc/sdoBKGrSiu4/s220/156895_175443835814082_100000454008273_497022_2091426_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
