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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2009 6:09 am
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2009 10:34 am
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2009 11:30 am
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2009 4:02 pm
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Madison, who had been clenching his jaw as she started to speak, was grinding his teeth when she finished. He spoke levelly, but with obvious anger in his voice. "Tell me . . . what is it about me that you hate so much? Because I have more friends? Because I'm liked? You think I care?"
He turned and gave her a cold hard stare. "You have no idea what its like to be me, here in your castle. You have no idea what its like, to not have a family to turn to. I may have lots of friends, and be popular at school, but outside, in the REAL WORLD, none of that matters. And you can be d***ed if you ever think I'd work for someone like you, a prissy little girl with no idea what that real world is like for normal people."
He turned and swung open the door. "You want to help me?" He laughed and took a breath. "No, you don't . . . let me put it to you this way. I need you to help me, but if you think I'm going to come begging and crawling to you, you've got another thing coming. See all this?" He pointed around her house. "This doesn't impress me in the least. What impresses me is what people say, and do. Popularity doesn't matter, I can't hold it, and once I'm outta here, I can't take it with me. If you value stuff like that, then boy . . . you got another thing coming."
He stepped outside the door and turned again. "You see this?" He ruffled his jacket. "This is all I am, and all I've got. I want more out of life than just this. But, not a person on Earth would want to see someone like me succeed."
He walked toward his car. Yelling over his shoulder. "You got one chance to prove me wrong. I'll be at the Library for a couple hours. I got nothing else to do."
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2009 6:10 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2009 10:04 pm
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Madison frowned. "Oh, the rich girls got it rough, right . . . " He turned and walked toward the top of the library, Marley trailing behind. "At least you got your little butlers there to love you. Me I might as well be out on the street. I ain't got parents, and the folks I'm staying with, I'd rather be on the street than there most of the time. I've been through home and home, getting beaten, getting neglected. No one cares, I've got to rely on me, no one else."
He turned and looked at her. "I don't expect you to understand. No one does, and that's why I'm here, failing, asking someone who doesn't know who I really am and hates me anyway for help." He said all of this, quietly, almost introvertedly.
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2009 4:38 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2009 1:23 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2009 4:18 am
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2009 9:56 am
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2009 11:21 am
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2009 2:21 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2009 2:35 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2009 2:51 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2009 2:58 pm
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