<?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-4785497857615843520</id><updated>2012-01-01T22:02:32.460-08:00</updated><category term='Calorado'/><category term='Life'/><category term='My room'/><category term='Linn-Mar High school'/><category term='Life Gone Insane'/><category term='everywhere'/><category term='Trying'/><category term='My life changed'/><title type='text'>Teen girl life</title><subtitle type='html'>A day in the life of a growing teenage girl trying to say the words that don't always come out through the mouth, but through writing. Though some days are boring, others are quite different. No day will be like the other. All days are different. I may be lost at times but, So is everyone else in this world. :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785497857615843520/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057871718430657409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07TYO0Gz4C0/TSAQg_q0LaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4LGHYmHPp6Q/S220/me%2B004.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785497857615843520.post-3076210694599779421</id><published>2011-01-05T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T16:45:49.782-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My room'/><title type='text'>Teen Girl Life 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;TA-DA! It's 2011! As most people would say "Hey look! It's one year till we die!" As for me I say the world is most likely not going to end. :) But ANYWAY,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Life is being as boring as it can. Not much to tell. I did however ger a violin. I can't wait to start playing it. But other then that life keeps going on as boring as ever. So I shall say good-bye for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Write later. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785497857615843520-3076210694599779421?l=heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com/feeds/3076210694599779421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com/2011/01/teen-girl-life-17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785497857615843520/posts/default/3076210694599779421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785497857615843520/posts/default/3076210694599779421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com/2011/01/teen-girl-life-17.html' title='Teen Girl Life 17'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057871718430657409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07TYO0Gz4C0/TSAQg_q0LaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4LGHYmHPp6Q/S220/me%2B004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785497857615843520.post-3494528904290071135</id><published>2011-01-02T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T20:33:52.074-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My room'/><title type='text'>Teen Girl Life 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Life is so strange. Yet I love it at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;On the night of the new year I had a wonderful dream. I think it was even one of the best first dream I have ever had. I'm still loving it three days later. The joys of being a teenager.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Right now this year I am going to lose 83 pounds. I know I've said this in other posts, but now I have someone keeping accountable. My best friend is helping me by reminding me to work out every other day. She says she's going to make it interesting for me. I just can't wait. I know I've started talking about this most likely far to much, but I don't care at the moment. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I guess right now that's all I have. I will try to keep posting about my waight loss. I shall post more later. Maybe tomorrow. Who knows. Just keep reading with me and I shall keep you posted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Love yall! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785497857615843520-3494528904290071135?l=heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com/feeds/3494528904290071135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com/2011/01/teen-girl-life-16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785497857615843520/posts/default/3494528904290071135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785497857615843520/posts/default/3494528904290071135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com/2011/01/teen-girl-life-16.html' title='Teen Girl Life 16'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057871718430657409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07TYO0Gz4C0/TSAQg_q0LaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4LGHYmHPp6Q/S220/me%2B004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785497857615843520.post-3624079204650136436</id><published>2010-12-31T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T00:26:16.215-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My room'/><title type='text'>Teen Girl Life 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;This is going to be my last post in the year of 2010. The next time I post it's going to be 2011. It's still so weird to say that. This year has gone by so fast, Yet some how it went slow as well. If you understand what I mean. I have wonderful memories of this past year. Of Camp, Weddings, Sleep overs, and so much more. I just can't name them all. I hope to have just as meny next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I do however have a new years resolution for once in my left. In the coming year I intend to lost at the most 85 pounds, and be able to fit in a size 12 or less jeans. I intend to reach that goal as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I am trying to remember the top five things that were the best about 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;1. My sister got married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;2. I had one of the best summers ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;3. My best friend and I had a 30min giggle fest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;4. My other best friends makes me feel amazing wheather they know it or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;And last but not lest.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;5.I'm still alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Number 5 should always be on the list. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;To the number 4 that I talked about, I must thank you for the years you have been with me. You have helped me through so much. And I must thank you so much for that. You have no idea what you've done. But that doesn't matter. You did it, that's what matters. I don't know where I would be without you. You may know who you are or you may not. But, no matter how much I thank you, it will never be enough for what you have done for me. You have let me be able to be myself. You have set me free. And for that I give you thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;To the never 3 that I talked about, You are the most amazing person in the whole world. You make me laugh when I want to cry. You make me mad, but I still love you anyways. You are the person who knows everything about me. Thank you so much for being there for me. I can't wait to see what we'll do next year to top this one. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;To those of you who do read this (no matter how few that may be), may your next year be one of the best in your life. I hope that you have a wonderful next year and that life is awesome to you. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785497857615843520-3624079204650136436?l=heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com/feeds/3624079204650136436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-is-going-to-be-my-last-post-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785497857615843520/posts/default/3624079204650136436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785497857615843520/posts/default/3624079204650136436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-is-going-to-be-my-last-post-in.html' title='Teen Girl Life 15'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057871718430657409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07TYO0Gz4C0/TSAQg_q0LaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4LGHYmHPp6Q/S220/me%2B004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785497857615843520.post-577255143187960803</id><published>2010-10-07T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T00:39:13.017-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trying'/><title type='text'>Teen Girl Life 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I have made up my mind that I'm going to work out more and eat less sweets. For the next 2 months I will be having no soda. And only one kind of candy every 2 weeks or so. It'll be hard at firsst but I think I can do. Every few weeks I shall write up a new post on here to tell you how I'm doing. I intend to lose to 123-110 pounds by doing this for longer then 2 months duuuh, but yeah. I hope that you that do ever read my blog that you help me out wiht this. I've never done this before but I hope to do it this time. So if you do read this, please try to help me out. I'm ganna need it all. :)  I guess thats all for now. I'll give a new update soon on how the workouts and stuff is going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785497857615843520-577255143187960803?l=heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com/feeds/577255143187960803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com/2010/10/teen-girl-life-14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785497857615843520/posts/default/577255143187960803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785497857615843520/posts/default/577255143187960803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com/2010/10/teen-girl-life-14.html' title='Teen Girl Life 14'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057871718430657409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07TYO0Gz4C0/TSAQg_q0LaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4LGHYmHPp6Q/S220/me%2B004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785497857615843520.post-2800929099806613213</id><published>2010-05-27T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T12:12:15.774-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Linn-Mar High school'/><title type='text'>Teen Girl Life 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;We're now on the last day of real school then tomorrow starts Finals. Oh joy of joys! Right now i'm sitting next to my good friend Brie! The only reason i'm writing on here right now is because I have done my project but i can only do the rest of it at home over the weekend. Plus I like to to that more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Aslan is going to be out of school in 3 days. I think thats pretty cool. He's ready to be out of school for good. I wish I was getting out of school too. Oh well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;school is going to be out for me in 2 days! Plus I get a 4 day weekend to do nothing but study. Woohoo. Sounds fun right? Yeah, No. But I don't really care. I'm going to pass all of my classes anyway. So it doesn't really matter if I study or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I guess I should be going before i'm told to get off. So this shall be the last time I write from Linn-Mar High School. Adue Fair school. I shall never miss Thee. (To much studying Romeo and Juliet lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785497857615843520-2800929099806613213?l=heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com/feeds/2800929099806613213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com/2010/05/teen-girl-life-13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785497857615843520/posts/default/2800929099806613213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785497857615843520/posts/default/2800929099806613213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com/2010/05/teen-girl-life-13.html' title='Teen Girl Life 13'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057871718430657409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07TYO0Gz4C0/TSAQg_q0LaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4LGHYmHPp6Q/S220/me%2B004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785497857615843520.post-892812130316292217</id><published>2010-05-08T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T11:28:49.758-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My room'/><title type='text'>Teen Girl Life 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's been a very long time since I was last on here.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;    School is going to be out soon, Aslan is getting out of highschool, Jessie just got married, and me i'm just being bord at home hoping somone will pop on their computer and talk with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;    Right now i've started to write a book called End of the World? The Invasion. Its going really well so far. 30 hand writen pages right now ad more to come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;    Tonight i'm going over to my best friends house for a bon-fire and a party. It should be awesome. I can't wait. I havn't seen her for 2 weeks! And that feels like forever in girl days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;    I don't get to hang out with my friends very much. Most of the time I only see them at Church and Youth group.But since I can't drive yet I can't see them as much a I would like too. Most of the time that I get to see them we don't have much time together, and I wish that we could be together more often. But life is unfair and doesn't let me do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;   I guess thats all I have to write right now. More later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785497857615843520-892812130316292217?l=heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com/feeds/892812130316292217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com/2010/05/teen-girl-life-12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785497857615843520/posts/default/892812130316292217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785497857615843520/posts/default/892812130316292217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com/2010/05/teen-girl-life-12.html' title='Teen Girl Life 12'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057871718430657409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07TYO0Gz4C0/TSAQg_q0LaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4LGHYmHPp6Q/S220/me%2B004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785497857615843520.post-7561926281541836760</id><published>2010-01-15T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T11:38:32.680-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Linn-Mar High school'/><title type='text'>Teen Girl Life 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;So once again i am sitting in school hoping that my class gets out soon so that i can get to US History. I hate the class but love our teacher. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Tonight i am going to go have a huge sleep over at my friends house and it's going to be so much fun. Almost all my friends are going to be there. I get out of here in 10mins but it feels like forever. School feels like it takes forever. Like in math it goes really really long it feels like. Since lunch is right after it my tummy never shuts up dering that class and it just takes so long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I hate school porjects. I just turned one in today and I was so..... freaked of talking in frount of a class. I guess i did ok I got alot of questions when i was done and i awnser alot of the right too. Though i don't think i did amazingly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;GAH! 5 more mins!!!! I'm going to die if i have to keep being in here for long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The smell in here is unbaerable. and it's makes me feel sick. and it's kinda warm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;On the way to school today i fell in the middle of the road and killed my hands and my knees and they both hurt so much ! My hands started to bleed and it really started to hurt. I didn't even get time to clean them when i first came into school. I had to go stright to class. I could bearly hold a pencle it hurt so bad. I should really get something to put on it thats cold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Oh time to go. Wright later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785497857615843520-7561926281541836760?l=heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com/feeds/7561926281541836760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com/2010/01/teen-girl-life-11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785497857615843520/posts/default/7561926281541836760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785497857615843520/posts/default/7561926281541836760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com/2010/01/teen-girl-life-11.html' title='Teen Girl Life 11'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057871718430657409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07TYO0Gz4C0/TSAQg_q0LaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4LGHYmHPp6Q/S220/me%2B004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785497857615843520.post-3734361125262962832</id><published>2009-12-29T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T15:37:58.418-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My room'/><title type='text'>Teen Girl Life 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;So..... I have no idea what to wright right now. I guess alot has not happend. Like so far no school because of christmas break and christmas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Christmas was fun and I got alot of stuff I thought was cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I guess thats all. Wright more soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785497857615843520-3734361125262962832?l=heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com/feeds/3734361125262962832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com/2009/12/teen-girl-life-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785497857615843520/posts/default/3734361125262962832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785497857615843520/posts/default/3734361125262962832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com/2009/12/teen-girl-life-10.html' title='Teen Girl Life 10'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057871718430657409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07TYO0Gz4C0/TSAQg_q0LaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4LGHYmHPp6Q/S220/me%2B004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785497857615843520.post-172651896437102460</id><published>2009-12-17T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T12:57:33.932-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Linn-Mar High school'/><title type='text'>Teen Girl Life 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;So right now i'm sitting in school waiting for it to get out and I think these computers hate me because I coouldn't do want I was going to do. So i'm going to do this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;In Bio today we were disecting pigs! It was like awesome! He got to cut out it's heart ad we were going to take out its brain but we didn't get to because we ran out of time. So we also got to take out the liver and other stuff that looked really gross. But it was really fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Only 5 days of school left! And then we get to get off till the 3ed! I can't wait! Christmas is going to be really fun this year and we are going to have so much fun. It's going to be big too. I think we have about 12 to 13 people going to be there. We even get snow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;And some of the most awesome things have happened to me in the last 2 weeks. I'll have to tell you about them later becuase i have to go, almost time to get out of school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Wright later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785497857615843520-172651896437102460?l=heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com/feeds/172651896437102460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com/2009/12/teen-girl-life-8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785497857615843520/posts/default/172651896437102460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785497857615843520/posts/default/172651896437102460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com/2009/12/teen-girl-life-8.html' title='Teen Girl Life 8'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057871718430657409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07TYO0Gz4C0/TSAQg_q0LaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4LGHYmHPp6Q/S220/me%2B004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785497857615843520.post-5036026074715951671</id><published>2009-10-27T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T06:48:35.903-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everywhere'/><title type='text'>Teen Girl Life 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Heres more about sex trafficking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;The FBI estimates that well over 100,00 children and young women are sex trafficked every day. Many americans often connect human trafficking as being in other parts of the world, such as Thailand, Cambodia, Latin america and Eastern Europe. But its not just happing there. It happins here in america too. Thounsands of young american girls who have been abducted or lured from thier normal lives to become sex slaves. The perdators that pray on them are very adept at reading children and knowing what thier vulnerabilities are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Most people that get taken into sex trafficking are under the age of 18. You may be thinking that "No that could never happen here in my home town." But thats not true it could happen anywhere. Just because your town is small does mena you might have less of a chance of having it in your town but it big citys it happens all the time. Like San Francisco is a big place for it to happen. about 20 to 50 thounsand girls and women are put into trafficking in a year. Thats just in the US alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785497857615843520-5036026074715951671?l=heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com/feeds/5036026074715951671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com/2009/10/teen-girl-life-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785497857615843520/posts/default/5036026074715951671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785497857615843520/posts/default/5036026074715951671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com/2009/10/teen-girl-life-7.html' title='Teen Girl Life 7'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057871718430657409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07TYO0Gz4C0/TSAQg_q0LaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4LGHYmHPp6Q/S220/me%2B004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785497857615843520.post-8223896555356168254</id><published>2009-10-23T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T13:52:28.363-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everywhere'/><title type='text'>Teen Girl Life 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hey, sorry I haven't been on much updating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I've been very busy with school friends church and so on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;     Schools been kinda fun my frirst year. I have fun classes mostly and really awesome teachers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My friends are pretty cool to. Sometimes I miss being homeschooled but i still like being in a real school and not in a house all day doing nothing but watching TV, playing computer and reading. Back then I never got to hang out with friends because we lived so far away, now i get to see friends everyday! Plus we live closer to more people so that also makes it more fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My brother, some friends and I have been working on some stuff to help sex trafficked girls. We really want to go from church to church and tell them about it because most people don't know that it happines in the US not just other contreys. I found out so much about it, because it was my job to find as much as I could about it in the US. I found oout they mostly take girls by telling them they have a job for them or there's no other talent like theirs and they need it now. So the girls go with them. Here i'll just give you a story to read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Fifteen-year-old "Debbie" is the middle child in a close-knit Air Force family from suburban Phoenix, and a straight-A student -- the last person most of us would expect to be forced into the seamy world of sex trafficking.&lt;br /&gt;The FBI estimates that there are well over 100,000 children and teens in the United States -- most of them young girls -- being trafficked in the sex trade.(ABC News)But Debbie, which is not her real name, is one of thousands of young American girls who authorities say have been abducted or lured from their normal lives and made into sex slaves. While many Americans have heard of human trafficking in other parts of the world -- Thailand, Cambodia, Latin America and eastern Europe, for example -- few people know it happens here in the United States.&lt;br /&gt;The FBI estimates that well over 100,000 children and young women are trafficked in America today. They range in age from 9 to 19, with the average age being 11.&lt;br /&gt;And many victims are no longer just runaways, or kids who've been abandoned. Many of them are from what would be considered "good" families, who are lured or coerced by clever predators, say experts.&lt;br /&gt;"These predators are particularly adept at reading children, at reading kids, and knowing what their vulnerabilities are," said FBI Deputy Assistant Director, Chip Burrus, who started the Lost Innocence project, which specializes in child- and teen-sex trafficking.&lt;br /&gt;And, he said, these predators are going where the kids are.&lt;br /&gt;"What you can see, time and time again, is that the predators will adapt their means to whatever the young people are doing -- whether it's malls, whether it's ski slopes, whether it's beaches," Burrus said. "Predators ... are going to do everything in their power to try to convince young girls, young boys, to come with them and enter this particular lifestyle."&lt;br /&gt;Abducted From Her Own Driveway, Teen Says Debbie's story is particularly chilling. One evening Debbie said she got a call from a casual friend, Bianca, who asked to stop by Debbie's house. Wearing a pair of Sponge Bob pajamas, Debbie went outside to meet Bianca, who drove up in a Cadillac with two older men, Mark and Matthew. After a few minutes of visiting, Bianca said they were going to leave.&lt;br /&gt;"So I went and I started to go give her a hug," Debbie told "Primetime." "And that's when she pushed me in the car."&lt;br /&gt;As they sped away from her house, Debbie said that one of the men told Bianca to tie her up and said he threatened to shoot Bianca if she didn't comply.&lt;br /&gt;"She tied up my hands first, and then she put the tape over my mouth. And she put tape over my eyes," Debbie said. "While she was putting tape on me, Matthew told me if I screamed or acted stupid, he'd shoot me. So I just stayed quiet."&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievably, police say Debbie was kidnapped from her own driveway with her mother, Kersti, right inside. Back home with her other kids, Kersti had no idea Debbie wasn't there.&lt;br /&gt;"I was in the house. I mean, it was a confusing night. I had all the kids coming in and out. The last I knew she had come back in," Kersti said. "It was just so weird that night. I mean, I normally check on all my kids, and that night I didn't. I should have."&lt;br /&gt;Debbie said her captors drove her around the streets of Phoenix for hours. Exhausted and confused, she was finally taken to an apartment 25 miles from her home. She said one of her captors put a gun to her head.&lt;br /&gt;"He goes, 'If I was to shoot you right now, where would you want to be shot -- in your head, in your back or in your chest?'" Debbie said. "And then I hear him start messing with his gun. And he counted to three and then he pulled the trigger. And then I was still alive. I opened my eyes, and I just saw him laughing."&lt;br /&gt;Debbie said she was then drugged by her captors and other men were brought into the room, where she was gang raped.&lt;br /&gt;"And then that's when I heard them say there was a middle-aged guy in the living room that wanted to take advantage of a 15-year-old girl," she said. "And then he goes, 'Bend her over. I want to see what I'm working with.' And that's when he started to rape me. And I see more guys, four other guys had come into the room. And they all had a turn. It was really scary."&lt;br /&gt;A Lucrative Offer at the Mall Debbie's indoctrination into the world of sex exploitation was particularly brutal. More often, young girls are unwittingly lured in to unwilling prostitution with promises of jobs, money, clothing and modeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what 19-year-old Miya said happened to her when she was working at a Phoenix mall selling sunglasses. Miya was working three jobs -- 14 hours a day -- to pay off her bills and save for college.&lt;br /&gt;One day when she was working, she was approached by a young woman and a well-dressed man. "He asked if it would be out of place if he said I was pretty," Miya said. "I was like, 'No.' I mean, it was a compliment."&lt;br /&gt;The man was charming and had a flattering offer for Miya.&lt;br /&gt;"He said that he was a model agent, [that] he was looking for new models in the area," she said. "It's not like something I've been wanting to do or anything, but, I mean, it was ... it seemed interesting."&lt;br /&gt;Taken by the idea of modeling and making extra money, Miya agreed to meet the couple that night at a local restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;"They said they were on their way to California to go back to their office and they were going to do some more photo shoots, and they wanted me to go along with them," Miya said. "He said that I could probably make about a thousand or more. ... He said I could try it for three days. ... And so I went with them."&lt;br /&gt;The next morning Miya was thrilled when the couple took her to have her hair, makeup and nails done. At that point, she said she had no idea she was not being made over for a photo shoot but for a much more insidious reason. Later, when the couple began taking pictures, Miya said she became alarmed.&lt;br /&gt;"They used just a cheap camera you can buy, the throwaway," she said. "And they said once we get to California that we would be at a photo shoot, and that they'd be using, uh, some really good equipment, they'd have makeup artists and stuff like that."&lt;br /&gt;Miya said she didn't know what happened to those pictures until later, when she arrived in California with the couple. "He showed me a Web site that he put them up on," she said. "And it was an escort service site."&lt;br /&gt;Treated Like a Dog After the horrifying gang rape, police say Debbie was trapped in one of Phoenix's roughest neighborhoods. In a rundown, garbage-strewn apartment, her captors were trying to break her down.&lt;br /&gt;"They were asking me if I was hungry," she said. "I told them no. That's when they put a dog biscuit in my mouth, trying to get me to eat it."&lt;br /&gt;After a sleepless night, Debbie was tossed back into the car and again driven around Phoenix. She said they talked to her about prostitution, and that one of the men forced her to have sex with him in the car and then later in a park.&lt;br /&gt;The same man took her back to his apartment, and Debbie said, "I ended up in the dog kennel."&lt;br /&gt;Greg Scheffer, an officer with the Phoenix police department, said Debbie was kept in a small dog crate for several days. Lying on her back in the tiny space, her whole body went numb.&lt;br /&gt;"She was subject to various abuses while in there," Scheffer said. "This is all part of the breaking down period where [he] gains complete control of this girl."&lt;br /&gt;Unbeknownst to Debbie, police say her captors had put an ad on Craig's List -- a national Web site better-known for helping people find apartments and roommates. Shortly after the ad ran, men began arriving at the apartment at all hours of the day and night demanding sex from her.&lt;br /&gt;She said she had to comply. "I had no other choice," she said.&lt;br /&gt;Debbie sais she was earning hundreds of dollars a night -- all of it, she said, going to the pimp.&lt;br /&gt;Scheffer said Debbie was forced to have sex with at least 50 men -- and that's not counting the men who gang-raped her on a periodic basis.&lt;br /&gt;Debbie had no idea who the men were. "I didn't know them," she said. "But most of them were married, with kids. And every single one of them, I asked them why they were coming to me if they had a wife at home. ... They didn't have an answer. So, like, I felt so nasty."&lt;br /&gt;For more than 40 days, police say Debbie remained captive, often beaten and forced daily to have sex of the most degrading kind. During that time, she said she did not try to escape because her captors had done what police say so many pimps do -- threatened her and terrified her.&lt;br /&gt;Debbie said that the pimps told her they would go after her family, and they even threatened to throw battery acid on her 19-month-old niece.&lt;br /&gt;"After they told me that, I didn't care what happened to me as long as my family stayed alive," she said. "And that's pretty much what I had in my head. Staying there to keep my family alive."&lt;br /&gt;Making a Break for It Miya says she endured her own brutal ordeal and was forced to work as a prostitute.&lt;br /&gt;When she failed to come home from her job at the mall, Miya's family began desperately searching for her -- they frantically called her cell phone and sent her text messages, begging her to come home. They got no response.&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, they filed a missing person report with the police, contacted the media and plastered fliers and yellow ribbons all over town.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Miya's boss at the mall called Dianne Martin to tell her he was afraid that her daughter may have been abducted by the suspicious couple.&lt;br /&gt;Miya's parents soon learned from police that more than approximately 30 other girls had been approached by the same couple in that mall and in surrounding areas -- the same couple, apparently, who were seen with Miya and who claimed to be recruiting models. But in the end, Miya was the only girl who'd gone with them.&lt;br /&gt;Within days, Miya had been moved several times, farther from home, and she said she was too scared to try to escape. "I mean, I was really far away from my house, and I didn't know where to go," she said.&lt;br /&gt;Ernie Allen, the director of the National Center for Missing and Exploited Children, said that's not uncommon for kids lured into the sex trade.&lt;br /&gt;"There are many of these kids who are seduced, thinking ... that they're gonna have economic opportunities, that they're gonna be a model, that they're gonna be in show business somehow," Allen said. "And then, later, discover themselves in a situation in which they have no control, and they're, they're slaves. So ... this is a problem that has many faces."&lt;br /&gt;Miya was essentially on tour -- she said her pimp had also taken out ads on the Internet, advertising where she would appear next. The fact that she was kept off the streets made it almost impossible for police to track her down.&lt;br /&gt;"So the Internet for the pimps is a huge benefit for them, because it allows them to make their money, do what they want to do with these juveniles or with their prostitutes and have very little contact with the police," said Scheffer.&lt;br /&gt;But then after six days, Miya said her captors slipped up. She said they decided to put her out on some of the roughest streets in San Francisco to turn tricks.&lt;br /&gt;For her, it was like a death sentence, and she finally worked up the nerve to escape. At 5:30 one morning, she made a break for it.&lt;br /&gt;"I waited till they were completely asleep. And I put my suitcase by the door. And I was about to leave and ...sure enough, the phone rings," she said.&lt;br /&gt;Miya said she handed her captor his phone and then told him she was going to go downstairs and smoke a cigarette. And then she ran for her life.&lt;br /&gt;"And that was the last time I talked to him," she said. "I grabbed my suitcase, and I ran to the elevator and I got outside and I started running until I got as far away as I possibly could."&lt;br /&gt;Reunited With Family Miya said she was moved around so much at night, she didn't even know where she was. After escaping, Miya finally felt safe enough to approach a truck driver, who told her she was in Union City, Calif.&lt;br /&gt;Miya called home and spoke to her grateful mother. "She told me she didn't know what to do or where to go," Martin said.&lt;br /&gt;Her stepfather contacted the police, who found Miya and took her to a police station. "I was just so glad I was out of their reach," she said.&lt;br /&gt;But before her journey was over, Miya had one more hurdle to overcome. Police asked her to help catch the man she said lured her away from the mall -- which would mean facing the man she said held her against her will and forced her to perform degrading sexual acts.&lt;br /&gt;Police tracked the man to a motel room. "They found out what room he was in," Miya said. "He tried jumping out the window. And they caught him."&lt;br /&gt;For Debbie, who police said been held by her captors at gunpoint and kept in a dog cage for more than 40 days, the chances of getting out alive seemed slim. But then police investigating the case heard tips that she was being kept in an apartment in the Phoenix area.&lt;br /&gt;Police searched the apartment but didn't find Debbie.&lt;br /&gt;But they were still suspicious. So on Nov. 8, police broke down the doors to the same apartment and realized with a shock why they'd been unable to find Debbie -- she was there, but she was tied up and crushed into a drawer under a bed.&lt;br /&gt;Debbie said she heard Officer James Perry calling her name but was too frightened to answer. "I didn't know what to say; I was just lying under the bed, stiff as a board, shaking," she said "And then he opens the middle drawer, and he was like, 'Oh my God!'"&lt;br /&gt;Trying to Regain Innocence When Debbie was finally freed from the drawer, she was sobbing, and said she gave the officer "the biggest hug in the world."&lt;br /&gt;"I was so relieved!" she said. "And then that's when my ... I was standing there, and my knees started ... they gave out."&lt;br /&gt;While it seems unbelievable that these girls didn't try to escape earlier, experts say it's not so uncommon.&lt;br /&gt;"These are human beings who are owned by someone else, who lack the ability to walk away, who lack the ability to make a decision in their own self-interest to do something else," said Allen. "If that's not slavery, I don't know what is."&lt;br /&gt;Police arrested two people at the apartment, and Debbie was taken to a safe house for children while her mother was called.&lt;br /&gt;"I remember I got the call while I was driving to work," Kersti said. "That was scary. I had to pull over. But, uh, it was just wild, it was. I drove as fast as I legally could. I walked in and I saw her and we just flew to each other."&lt;br /&gt;Within hours, Debbie was safely home. "I was so happy," she said. "I was so happy to see my mom. I was so happy to be home. I'm able to be with my family. I don't know -- it's crazy."&lt;br /&gt;The two officers who rescued Debbie were so touched by her strength and her story that they visited her this Christmas and gave her a cross -- a token of affection and protection.&lt;br /&gt;"She is a very strong, amazing girl," said Scheffer. "We ran into a few other girls that are like that. I don't know how they have the strength. They are very brave."&lt;br /&gt;The man Miya says lured her from the mall was charged with pimping and pandering in connection with the 17-year-old with whom he was travelling. He has pleaded not guilty.&lt;br /&gt;As for the people accused of snatching Debbie, they are charged with kidnapping and sexual assault. All have pleaded not guilty, except for one who awaits extradition from Illinois.&lt;br /&gt;Both girls are trying to go on with their lives. Miya still has three jobs -- she's even gone back to work at a mall. But she's determined now to do some rescuing of her own. She's saving money to open an animal shelter.&lt;br /&gt;Debbie has been joyfully reunited with her family, but they have put their house up for sale. They've decided to leave Arizona and move to the Midwest, where Debbie hopes she can find some of the innocence she lost one grim night in September.&lt;br /&gt;Note: This report has been revised to clarify that the man Miya says lured her into prostitution was charged with pimping and pandering only in connection with the minor with whom he was traveling.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Thanks for reading. comment on what you think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785497857615843520-8223896555356168254?l=heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com/feeds/8223896555356168254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com/2009/10/teen-girl-life-6.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785497857615843520/posts/default/8223896555356168254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785497857615843520/posts/default/8223896555356168254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com/2009/10/teen-girl-life-6.html' title='Teen Girl Life 6'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057871718430657409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07TYO0Gz4C0/TSAQg_q0LaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4LGHYmHPp6Q/S220/me%2B004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785497857615843520.post-2211584957171933562</id><published>2009-07-31T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T22:16:41.561-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calorado'/><title type='text'>Teen Girl Life 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hey everyone! I'm here in Calorado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We drove over 13 hours today. And my butt fell asleep for most of the ride. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I read and listened to music and tryed to sleep but that didn't go very well. I also looked at the grass outside and played with my laptop. That was kinda fun till it started to die on me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;   I'm hoping that this week will be fun and that i'll have fun. Jessie's been plaing so much to do I have no idea when we'll do it all. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Right now it's 11:05 and i'm no tired at all. And thats like crap. My beds even all made but I don't feel like sleeping. I can also hear my mom and brother talking down stairs too. My cousin is getting on his computer. So I can't go to bed if he dosen't. So maybe by the time he goes to bed I will be ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My uncle's house is really cool. It's really big and like you could get lost in here. Some of the rooms don't even have stuff in them yet. So i have one of the upstairs places not really a room but still it's big too. My other cousin Bree ( the one on the computer is Riff) She's at a girl scout camp till sunday. So i'll have to figger out stuff to do till she comes home. But that won't be long. Sunday isn't that far off. I also got to meet thier cat Tink. She's really cute! She's all fluffy and jumpy. It's really funny. She just jumped on my bed too. Lol. She's such a funny little cat. Riff says shes the fastest cat ever but one of my cats is like 15Lbs. When we got here like an hour ago she was scared of us now shes all cute and funny and fluffy oops i saide that already. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;On friday i will be known as a 14 year old. It'll be wired. Most years for my birthday i'll be at home sharing it with my grandpa but this year it's just going to be me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well i'm going to go do a few things. I'll put up a new post soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785497857615843520-2211584957171933562?l=heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com/feeds/2211584957171933562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com/2009/07/teen-girl-life-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785497857615843520/posts/default/2211584957171933562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785497857615843520/posts/default/2211584957171933562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com/2009/07/teen-girl-life-5.html' title='Teen Girl Life 5'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057871718430657409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07TYO0Gz4C0/TSAQg_q0LaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4LGHYmHPp6Q/S220/me%2B004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785497857615843520.post-9197409879429569616</id><published>2009-07-25T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T17:55:58.754-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Teen Girl Life 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;So, My like whole family came home last week. And it's wired having everyone home again. Summer has gone by really fast and I can't wait till school starts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;It'll be my first year of real school.And i'm hoping it will be awesome. I won't have any friends but my brother but i'm good with that to start with. Lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I've been thinking about how sometimes I can be so wired and how i bother some of my friends. But i found out that most of my friend are just as wired as me. So now we're all so wired that its just so fun that we just randomly freak out. It's just so much fun! And most of my friends would agree with me about that too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Right now my brother and I are on our new computers and we are about to hopefully play a game with my sister and her boyfriend. We just finshed eatting dinner and it was really good and we laughed about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Last night i had a friend over and we were trying to put a vid on youtube and we couldn't get it to work. so we tryed to use my webcam and that was a fail! So we're hoping that we can do better next time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I guess thats all. So i'll put a new post up soon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785497857615843520-9197409879429569616?l=heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com/feeds/9197409879429569616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com/2009/07/teen-girl-life-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785497857615843520/posts/default/9197409879429569616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785497857615843520/posts/default/9197409879429569616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com/2009/07/teen-girl-life-4.html' title='Teen Girl Life 4'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057871718430657409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07TYO0Gz4C0/TSAQg_q0LaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4LGHYmHPp6Q/S220/me%2B004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785497857615843520.post-3797281216142385737</id><published>2009-07-23T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T14:57:45.385-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My life changed'/><title type='text'>Teen Girl Life 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Hey everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;sorry that i haven't been keeping up but this past month has been insance. But it has also been good for me. I've learned so much about me and my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I went to CIY and got to know my friends better and people that I wasn't very good friends with in the first place. Then I went to a thing called Know Sweat. And I got to know people that i thought I didn't want to know. Plus I found out that when your cutting down trees its a good idea to get out of the way when they fall. I have a cut to prove it. Then I went to camp and found out that everyone in my good is diffrent and that we all have somethings we need to tell other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;All togather it has been a good summer. And its not over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Next month my brother is having a concert for Showbead. Their a really good christian band thats like screamo. And all the money we get is going to go to a place that helps girls out of Human Tafficing. And we're hoping me can make them a new house for all the girls to live in. It would be a school and the girls would learn about God and get a good edu. So if you read this i'll be telling where the concert will be so pls come and help those girls. The date I know is, Sep 7th. so pls come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I alsofound out this summer that I don't have to be a diffrent person around diffrent people. Like sometimes I would act like something I wasn't just to get them to like me but I now know that if you can't be yourself around them then maybe you don't really want to be friends with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;My friend and I are also starting a band. We even started wrighting songs for it. But we've tryed this before and it didn't turn out so well. We got mad at each other and we were blaming each other for our band breaking up. When in the end our band we found out really was never togther in the first place. I now think it was kinda funny fighting over something like that. And for no reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I've been thinking about a book a read a few years back. Called just listen. And I guess it made me look at myself at how i was blaming other people for not listening to me when they really were they just didn't know what to say about it. I mean i've had problems but I now realize that they were just me not anyone else like I thought they were. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I know in these blogs that I get alittle deep but thats why I got it. I mean thats how most teen life is. When a teen girl thinks her life is going to end she just might go insance but when that girl finds out that life isn't really as bad as she thought than maybe it won't be that bad. I've felt that way before so i know what its like. Thats how I got so addiced to Music. Its my life but thats my way of easing my anger. No matter what i'm doing i always have a song in my head and i'm singing it or I have a cd playing. I know most people use music to help them so I thought i'd try it and it works really well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I guess thats all till next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785497857615843520-3797281216142385737?l=heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com/feeds/3797281216142385737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com/2009/07/teen-girl-life-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785497857615843520/posts/default/3797281216142385737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785497857615843520/posts/default/3797281216142385737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com/2009/07/teen-girl-life-3.html' title='Teen Girl Life 3'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057871718430657409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07TYO0Gz4C0/TSAQg_q0LaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4LGHYmHPp6Q/S220/me%2B004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785497857615843520.post-6343468204180710294</id><published>2009-06-17T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T14:58:55.964-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Gone Insane'/><title type='text'>Teen Girl Life 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hey all you bloggers! Its me once again. Only right now i'm on a diffrent page of life. The moving page. We're moving on saturday and I don't really like the house we're moving into. My parents bought this house and my brother and I don't like the house at all. But still we have to move into it. Have you ever had your parents do that when you didn't even know it? Well if you have i'm sorry. I feel for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm looking for a new school and I thought I was going to one school but now I want to go to a diffrent one. Its so hard to pick. It's eather pick stalking my brother for a year or go have fun with friends for 4 years. So i'm alittle confused. And hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Have you ever felt like you were the last one in a huge fad and yet you really wish you were the first? Well welcome to my world if you have. Sence i'm the youngest I thought I might beable to follow my brother and sister in ever move they made. But now I realize that I can't. I know its a wired thing to think about but I do think about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well i should go, I'm guessing the next time I wright that i'll be the girl on the move. With a new address and a new life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785497857615843520-6343468204180710294?l=heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com/feeds/6343468204180710294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-all-you-bloggers-its-me-once-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785497857615843520/posts/default/6343468204180710294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785497857615843520/posts/default/6343468204180710294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-all-you-bloggers-its-me-once-again.html' title='Teen Girl Life 2'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057871718430657409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07TYO0Gz4C0/TSAQg_q0LaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4LGHYmHPp6Q/S220/me%2B004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785497857615843520.post-8470549505169122799</id><published>2009-04-22T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T20:37:19.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day one of teen girl life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sometimes a teen girl life is hard to live. But i think you must just live through it and love it. Because it's not going to last long. I know i'm only a teen myself  but with the help of my friends and family i've made it this far. I hope to make it farther then I could even think of. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;With starting a new school i'm quite worried. I've never had friends other then my friends at church. And I hope to make some when I start but who says i will? Atlest I have the friends I have now or I might go mad! Sometimes I think I might go mad anyway. And sometimes I do! And believe me its not very pretty when I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I've been thinking lately why most boys only think girls are there to be the're's. I mean i've ment alot of guys who think girls are small and helpless. Well I mean we should be somewhat but all the time.... My bestfriend wouldn't be able to take it. But sometimes I think we act like the perfect little girls we we're told to be that that we don't really get to see who we really are. Some girls are cutout to be the perfect girls but I know alot of girls who act like something the're not. And I think thats just wrong! Girls should be who they are not what the're told to be. Sometimes yes its good to do what you're told but other times its better to be who you are and do whats right. And not listen to things some people tell you. You just have to break the rules sometimes. Yeah its hard if you've done what you're told for years but you just have to break it if you know what is really right. I may be filling your mind with something parents hate but i believe its true. What do you think? comment and tell me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785497857615843520-8470549505169122799?l=heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com/feeds/8470549505169122799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-one-of-teen-girl-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785497857615843520/posts/default/8470549505169122799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785497857615843520/posts/default/8470549505169122799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartoffireteengirllife.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-one-of-teen-girl-life.html' title='Day one of teen girl life'/><author><name>Grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14057871718430657409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07TYO0Gz4C0/TSAQg_q0LaI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4LGHYmHPp6Q/S220/me%2B004.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
