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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>The begining of magic</description><title>Paint it Happy</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @paintithappy)</generator><link>http://paintithappy.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>Jamie Campbell Bower as Jace Wayland in the Mortal...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ln2czbn7eo1qlv5ebo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jamie Campbell Bower as Jace Wayland in the Mortal Instruments&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Cassandra Clare spoke with MTV’s Hollywood Crush about the casting choice -&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“He auditioned with Lily, and he and Lily had incredible chemistry that sort of blazed off the scene. I’m just sitting here watching this on my computer, and you know, he was not the only person they’ve ever sent me to look at. I’ve gotten lots of headshots and this and that, and I’m watching the audition and I literally started crying because that was my Jace and Clary on the screen. And it’s an incredible feeling to see that even as an audition. This is amazing. He was snarky funny where he needed to be snarky funny, and he was badass where he needed to be badass. And he and Lily were incredible together.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The search is now on to find the perfect Simon…&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://paintithappy.tumblr.com/post/6706640061</link><guid>http://paintithappy.tumblr.com/post/6706640061</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Jun 2011 20:49:59 -0400</pubDate><category>Mortal Instruments Movie</category><category>Jace Wayland</category><category>Jamie Campbell Bower</category><category>Cassandra Clare</category></item><item><title>Did anyone read City of Fallen Angels yet? Loved it : D</title><description>Did anyone read City of Fallen Angels yet? Loved it :D</description><link>http://paintithappy.tumblr.com/post/6705075577</link><guid>http://paintithappy.tumblr.com/post/6705075577</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Jun 2011 19:59:44 -0400</pubDate><category>City of Fallen Angels</category><category>Jace Wayland</category><category>Clary Fray</category><category>Simon</category><category>YA Book</category></item><item><title>Wouldn’t he make an A M A Z I N G Jace Wayland?
Here are...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ln2a3lDAfk1qlv5ebo1_250.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wouldn’t he make an A M A Z I N G Jace Wayland?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Here are all of the Jace Wayland requests for the City of Glass movie&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cityofbonesmovie.com/jace/"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cityofbonesmovie.com/jace/"&gt;http://www.cityofbonesmovie.com/jace/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://paintithappy.tumblr.com/post/6704706394</link><guid>http://paintithappy.tumblr.com/post/6704706394</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Jun 2011 19:47:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Love in the middle of war
You create the story :)
Haha looks...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmzp21wYEo1qlv5ebo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love in the middle of war&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You create the story :)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Haha looks like something out of Transformers&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://paintithappy.tumblr.com/post/6654978283</link><guid>http://paintithappy.tumblr.com/post/6654978283</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Jun 2011 10:18:00 -0400</pubDate><category>love</category><category>vancouver couple</category><category>link</category><category>Scott Jones</category><category>Alex Thomas</category><category>Rich Lam</category><category>Riot</category></item><item><title>To be honest with you...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://beyourman.tumblr.com/post/6531472061"&gt;beyourman&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;I don’t have the words to make you feel better, but I do have the arms to give you a hug, ears to listen to whatever you want to talk about, and a heart…a heart that’s aching to see you smile again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://paintithappy.tumblr.com/post/6533805772</link><guid>http://paintithappy.tumblr.com/post/6533805772</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Jun 2011 18:13:08 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>gracehelbig:

Heads up, tumblracket ballz! Check out this funny...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmskjzKLhU1qzzw3yo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://gracehelbig.tumblr.com/post/6526251634"&gt;gracehelbig&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Heads up, tumblracket ballz! Check out &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=167349959994626"&gt;this funny show&lt;/a&gt; with lots of funny ladies that I get to be part of!  It’s got ladies!  And they’re funny!  And they’re GIRLS!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://paintithappy.tumblr.com/post/6529261953</link><guid>http://paintithappy.tumblr.com/post/6529261953</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Jun 2011 15:44:44 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"There’s nothing rational about love. Love stutters when it gets nervous. Love trips over its own..."</title><description>“There’s nothing rational about love. Love stutters when it gets nervous. Love trips over its own shoe laces. Love is clumsy, and my heart doesn’t wear a helmet.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;#Rudy Francisco (via &lt;a href="http://iwannabesuccessfulyo.tumblr.com/"&gt;iwannabesuccessfulyo&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://paintithappy.tumblr.com/post/6529236358</link><guid>http://paintithappy.tumblr.com/post/6529236358</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Jun 2011 15:43:53 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"It’s better to try and fail than to never know and wonder."</title><description>“It’s better to try and fail than to never know and wonder.”</description><link>http://paintithappy.tumblr.com/post/6524313850</link><guid>http://paintithappy.tumblr.com/post/6524313850</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Jun 2011 12:45:03 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>(1) The Begining </title><description>&lt;p&gt;Just the begining of a story I had in my head :) enjoy&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span ns1="" xml:lang="EN-US" class="TextRun SCX225164999"&gt;&amp;#8220;Hey babe.&amp;#8221;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="EOP SCX225164999"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="Paragraph SCX225164999"&gt;&lt;span ns2="" xml:lang="EN-US" class="TextRun SCX225164999"&gt; Clammy wet hands covered Avery de Luca&amp;#8217;s eyes. Hot breath warmed her ear and slim arms wrapped around her from behind. The person behind her deepened their voice as they said in her ear, &amp;#8220;What&amp;#8217;s a fine girl like you doing all by herself in this part of town?&amp;#8221; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="EOP SCX225164999"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="Paragraph SCX225164999"&gt;&lt;span ns3="" xml:lang="EN-US" class="TextRun SCX225164999"&gt; Avery laughed as she fell out of the loose grip and turned to face her best friend. &amp;#8220;Took you long enough!&amp;#8221; she accused. &amp;#8220;The movie&amp;#8217;s almost over.&amp;#8221;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="EOP SCX225164999"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="Paragraph SCX225164999"&gt;&lt;span ns4="" xml:lang="EN-US" class="TextRun SCX225164999"&gt; Olivia made a face as she flipped the purple fedora off of her head and twirled it between her fingers, thoughtful. &amp;#8220;Uh, not my fault. Traffic.&amp;#8221;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="EOP SCX225164999"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="Paragraph SCX225164999"&gt;&lt;span ns5="" xml:lang="EN-US" class="TextRun SCX225164999"&gt; &amp;#8220;You don’t drive, Liv.&amp;#8221;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="EOP SCX225164999"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="Paragraph SCX225164999"&gt;&lt;span ns6="" xml:lang="EN-US" class="TextRun SCX225164999"&gt; Olivia raised her eyebrows. &amp;#8220;And your point is?&amp;#8221; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="EOP SCX225164999"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="Paragraph SCX225164999"&gt;&lt;span ns7="" xml:lang="EN-US" class="TextRun SCX225164999"&gt; Avery shook her head, knowing any argument with Olivia was pointless. Olivia always had plenty of material to work with in an altercation, even if she had to make it up. &amp;#8220;Besides, you can&amp;#8217;t be mad at me on my birthday.&amp;#8221; Point proven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="EOP SCX225164999"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="Paragraph SCX225164999"&gt;&lt;span ns8="" xml:lang="EN-US" class="TextRun SCX225164999"&gt; Avery sighed in defeat. &amp;#8220;Whatever, Liv,&amp;#8221; she said, not mentioning that Olivia&amp;#8217;s birthday had been three months ago. &amp;#8220;Since the movie&amp;#8217;s obviously out, how about we head over to your uncle&amp;#8217;s place and get something to eat?&amp;#8221; Olivia&amp;#8217;s uncle owned a little café around the corner across the street from the high school Avery and Olivia went to. It was practically the school&amp;#8217;s second cafeteria since the school was open campus for juniors and seniors. And they had the best desserts ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="EOP SCX225164999"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="Paragraph SCX225164999"&gt;&lt;span ns9="" xml:lang="EN-US" class="TextRun SCX225164999"&gt; Avery pulled the collar of her jacket tighter around her neck as the wind picked up along with the autumn cool. The street lights flicked on, and she watched as the dust particles under the light swirled in sync with the pattern of the wind. They looked like they were dancing. Glowing actually, different colors of moving, sparkling particles growing brighter. Avery squinted against the shine. Dust isn&amp;#8217;t supposed to do that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="EOP SCX225164999"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="Paragraph SCX225164999"&gt;&lt;span ns10="" xml:lang="EN-US" class="TextRun SCX225164999"&gt; She jumped when something flew at her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="EOP SCX225164999"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="Paragraph SCX225164999"&gt;&lt;span ns11="" xml:lang="EN-US" class="TextRun SCX225164999"&gt; &amp;#8220;Avery!&amp;#8221; Olivia called, getting her attention. She turned her head to the sound of the other girl&amp;#8217;s voice, surprised to be momentarily blinded by bright headlights shining in her face. Honks and shouts from aggravated drivers heading home as rush hour came to an end came at her from the traffic block she was creating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="EOP SCX225164999"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="Paragraph SCX225164999"&gt;&lt;span ns12="" xml:lang="EN-US" class="TextRun SCX225164999"&gt; Quickly she apologized and hastily ran over to Olivia on the sidewalk, her face flaming. She hadn’t even realized that she&amp;#8217;d stopped in the middle of the street. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span ns13="" xml:lang="EN-US" class="TextRun SCX225164999"&gt;Stupid stupid stupid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span ns14="" xml:lang="EN-US" class="TextRun SCX225164999"&gt; she scolded herself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="EOP SCX225164999"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="Paragraph SCX225164999"&gt;&lt;span ns15="" xml:lang="EN-US" class="TextRun SCX225164999"&gt; Olivia grabbed the top of her arm in an iron grip, her blond curls in disarray. &amp;#8220;Are you crazy?!&amp;#8221; she shouted in her ear, making Avery frown. Avery shrugged off her hand and rubbed her face. &amp;#8220;I&amp;#8217;m sorry,&amp;#8221; she said, her words muffled against her hands. &amp;#8220;I&amp;#8230;I don’t know what I was thinking.&amp;#8221;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="EOP SCX225164999"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="Paragraph SCX225164999"&gt;&lt;span ns16="" xml:lang="EN-US" class="TextRun SCX225164999"&gt; Olivia shook her head like she couldn&amp;#8217;t believe her. &amp;#8220;Come on,&amp;#8221; she said ignoring her apology. &amp;#8220;Let&amp;#8217;s go.&amp;#8221; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="EOP SCX225164999"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="Paragraph SCX225164999"&gt;&lt;span ns17="" xml:lang="EN-US" class="TextRun SCX225164999"&gt; Avery followed as Olivia walked ahead, not even bothering to wait for Avery to follow. She knew that Olivia was mad at her. But, in all that had happened, she couldn&amp;#8217;t shake the thought that she&amp;#8217;d seen a small, human looking creature flying at her. Like a fairy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="EOP SCX225164999"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="Paragraph SCX225164999"&gt;&lt;span ns18="" xml:lang="EN-US" class="TextRun SCX225164999"&gt; But that was impossible. Fairies didn’t exist, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span ns19="" xml:lang="EN-US" class="TextRun SCX225164999"&gt;No,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span ns20="" xml:lang="EN-US" class="TextRun SCX225164999"&gt; the logic in her spoke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span ns21="" xml:lang="EN-US" class="TextRun SCX225164999"&gt; Fairies do. Not. Exist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span ns22="" xml:lang="EN-US" class="TextRun SCX225164999"&gt;She nodded as if confirming her own thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="EOP SCX225164999"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="Paragraph SCX225164999"&gt;&lt;span ns23="" xml:lang="EN-US" class="TextRun SCX225164999"&gt; The flashing open sign of Marla&amp;#8217;s Eatery came into view and Avery hurried to catch up with Olivia as the glass pane door shut behind her. &amp;#8220;Olivia, wait!&amp;#8221; Olivia continued without looking back as if she hadn’t heard her. Avery let out a frustrated breath. Fine, if that&amp;#8217;s how it was going to be. As Olivia found a seat at a table with some kids from school, not to mention taking the last seat, Avery made a face and searched the rest of the crowd. She knew that Olivia had intentionally chosen a table where there&amp;#8217;d be no room for Avery. That&amp;#8217;s just how she got when she was mad. Completely unreasonable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="EOP SCX225164999"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="Paragraph SCX225164999"&gt;&lt;span ns24="" xml:lang="EN-US" class="TextRun SCX225164999"&gt; Avery spotted a few people that she&amp;#8217;d sat with before, but they were mostly Olivia&amp;#8217;s friends. She wasn&amp;#8217;t sure she&amp;#8217;d be welcome without her friend, and she hated uncomfortable situations, so she opted for an empty booth in the dark corner of the café. It was mostly dark because the light fixture there was broken, but she liked to think that it was there to create a cozy mood in the &amp;#8220;dim&amp;#8221; lighting as she seated herself in the lonesome corner. She pretended like she wanted to be sitting there in the dark alone, trying to send off &amp;#8216;stay away&amp;#8217; signals as she sunk into the hard plastic padding on the grey-flecked white seat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span ns25="" xml:lang="EN-US" class="TextRun SCX225164999"&gt;This is ridiculous,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span ns26="" xml:lang="EN-US" class="TextRun SCX225164999"&gt; she thought as she looked over at Olivia, who, not surprisingly, looked like she was having the time of her life. Avery groaned inwardly. Why did her best friend have to have the rational  sense of a three-year-old? Very few things could get Olivia angry, but when she got mad, it was like war. But, luckily, the longest her tantrums have ever lasted was roughly a few hours. A day max. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="EOP SCX225164999"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="Paragraph SCX225164999"&gt;&lt;span ns27="" xml:lang="EN-US" class="TextRun SCX225164999"&gt; Avery sipped the green tea Marla, Olivia&amp;#8217;s aunt, had brought over to her. She&amp;#8217;d taken one look at Olivia and raised her thinly drawn in eyebrows, not needed explanation for the fake sounding laugh that only people closest to her could detect. &amp;#8220;That girl&amp;#8230; One day&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221; She walked away, muttering to herself and shaking her head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span ns28="" xml:lang="EN-US" class="TextRun SCX225164999"&gt;I agree,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span ns29="" xml:lang="EN-US" class="TextRun SCX225164999"&gt; Avery thought, agreeing to whatever Marla had said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="EOP SCX225164999"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="Paragraph SCX225164999"&gt;&lt;span ns30="" xml:lang="EN-US" class="TextRun SCX225164999"&gt; Avery slapped the yellow sugar packet against her open palm then poured the small crystals into her hand. She swished the sugar back and forth in shear boredom. Throwing her head back against the top of the seat, she sipped on her tea until she could see the scattered black remains at the bottom of her cup. Making as if she could read her future from tea, she tried to make something up. That occupied her for about a half hour before she checked her phone for the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="EOP SCX225164999"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="Paragraph SCX225164999"&gt;&lt;span ns31="" xml:lang="EN-US" class="TextRun SCX225164999"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span ns32="" xml:lang="EN-US" class="TextRun SCX225164999"&gt;Livi, your two hours are up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span ns33="" xml:lang="EN-US" class="TextRun SCX225164999"&gt;Feeling like throwing a tantrum of her own, she looked up to where Olivia was sitting, only to realize that she&amp;#8217;d left. Looking around, she saw that most of the café was empty. The only people left were Kyle, a senior that Olivia&amp;#8217;s uncle had hired just last month, moping the floors and Marla, who she could hear humming to herself in the back. Avery felt like banging her head against the table. Had she really pissed Olivia off &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span ns34="" xml:lang="EN-US" class="TextRun SCX225164999"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span ns35="" xml:lang="EN-US" class="TextRun SCX225164999"&gt; much? She hadn&amp;#8217;t really done anything that horrible, in her mind. An accident. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="EOP SCX225164999"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="Paragraph SCX225164999"&gt;&lt;span ns36="" xml:lang="EN-US" class="TextRun SCX225164999"&gt; Deciding she should probably leave, she gathered her bag, but didn&amp;#8217;t get up. She couldn&amp;#8217;t gather the energy to. How could her best friend treat her like this? And it couldn&amp;#8217;t be over what had happened outside the movie theater. Racking her brain of the past week or so, she tried to figure out what she had done wrong. After two minutes and a headache, she came up with nothing. Her face twitched, something that happened when she was angry. If this was how it was, two could play at that game. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="EOP SCX225164999"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="Paragraph SCX225164999"&gt;&lt;span ns37="" xml:lang="EN-US" class="TextRun SCX225164999"&gt; She was about to get up to leave and plot her game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span ns38="" xml:lang="EN-US" class="TextRun SCX225164999"&gt;, when suddenly the light above her table flickered. She looked up, surprised, but it was just a flicker and had gone out again. Unless she had imagined it. No time to wonder, her phone slid off the table and clattered to the floor. Eyes wide, she tried to catch it before it hit the hard tiling. It slipped past her fingers and the plastic casing shattered. Cussing under her breath, she bent down to inspect the damage. The screen was cracked, nothing that couldn&amp;#8217;t be replaced. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="EOP SCX225164999"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="Paragraph SCX225164999"&gt;&lt;span ns39="" xml:lang="EN-US" class="TextRun SCX225164999"&gt; While she was knelt on the floor, the something fell on her back, sending particles of salt and glass scattering to the floor. Tinkling laughter echoed from the booth. Avery didn&amp;#8217;t know if she should be confused, scared or angry. Sure if someone asked her if she believed in ghost, she&amp;#8217;d laugh and say that was ridiculous, but at moments like this, you couldn&amp;#8217;t be too sure. Avery yelped and covered her head as a pepper shaker came at her next. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="EOP SCX225164999"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="Paragraph SCX225164999"&gt;&lt;span ns40="" xml:lang="EN-US" class="TextRun SCX225164999"&gt; &amp;#8220;Avery!&amp;#8221; She looked up at the sound of her name, and the pepper shaker hit her smack in the forehead. She groaned and put her hand over the area that would surely be bruised. She heard the mop clatter to the floor followed by heavy footfalls. She didn&amp;#8217;t want to look up, just in case something else flew at her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="EOP SCX225164999"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="Paragraph SCX225164999"&gt;&lt;span ns41="" xml:lang="EN-US" class="TextRun SCX225164999"&gt; Kyle shouted a string of curses as he slipped on the wet floor. &amp;#8220;Kyle! Are you okay?&amp;#8221; Avery picked her head up enough to get him in her line of sight then ducked when a streaming tea pot from the counter catapulted towards her. At the last second, it changed course and made a bull&amp;#8217;s-eye for Kyle, who was still groaning and unsuspecting on the floor. She screamed as hot liquid doused him, catching her arm. Kyle shouted in pain and cursed more vividly. The door to the kitchen swung open and Marla stood there with a skillet held high in her hand. &amp;#8220;What on earth is going on here?&amp;#8221; Her eyes widened at the sight of Kyle laying curled on the floor and at Avery clutching her injured arm. Not to mention the damage done to the interior of the café. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="EOP SCX225164999"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="Paragraph SCX225164999"&gt;&lt;span ns42="" xml:lang="EN-US" class="TextRun SCX225164999"&gt; &amp;#8220;Marla watch out!&amp;#8221; she shouted as the pan in her hand flipped over and hit her in the gut. The tinkling laughter was there again, and Avery wanted to scream. Then she heard Marla say a word that she&amp;#8217;d never heard before. No, it wasn&amp;#8217;t a swear word, she wasn&amp;#8217;t even sure it was English. But it made the laughter stop. It choked off mid-breath, ending with a gasp, and a small, blue, winged creature appeared, falling to the floor. A fairy. Avery&amp;#8217;s mouth opened in an O. It was more than she could take, and she fainted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="EOP SCX225164999"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p class="Paragraph SCX225164999"&gt;&lt;span ns43="" xml:lang="EN-US" class="TextRun SCX225164999"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span ns44="" xml:lang="EN-US" class="TextRun SCX225164999"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="EOP SCX225164999"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://paintithappy.tumblr.com/post/6523813198</link><guid>http://paintithappy.tumblr.com/post/6523813198</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Jun 2011 00:00:00 -0400</pubDate><category>fairies</category><category>magic</category><category>crazy</category><category>friends</category><category>story</category><category>supernatural</category><category>paranormal</category><category>romance</category><category>avery</category><category>olivia</category><category>love</category><category>begining</category><category>blog</category></item></channel></rss>
