<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-7541241134810475948</id><updated>2025-05-01T01:25:25.332-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Path We Choose</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://les16-thepathwechoose.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541241134810475948/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://les16-thepathwechoose.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541241134810475948/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>les16</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09794765188632933939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><blogger:adultContent>true</blogger:adultContent><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541241134810475948.post-3728637402757454442</id><published>2012-01-06T20:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T20:22:52.244-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TPWC up for Fic of the Week at The Lemonade Stand</title><summary type="text">For anyone who would like to vote, TPWC is up for Fic of the Week at The Lemonade Stand.

Erin won&#39;t announce it, but I will.&amp;nbsp; Please vote for TPWC if you would like to!

Thanks!

http://tehlemonadestand.blogspot.com/

Laurel/MedusaInNY</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://les16-thepathwechoose.blogspot.com/feeds/3728637402757454442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://les16-thepathwechoose.blogspot.com/2012/01/tpwc-up-for-fic-of-week-at-lemonade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541241134810475948/posts/default/3728637402757454442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541241134810475948/posts/default/3728637402757454442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://les16-thepathwechoose.blogspot.com/2012/01/tpwc-up-for-fic-of-week-at-lemonade.html' title='TPWC up for Fic of the Week at The Lemonade Stand'/><author><name>les16</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09794765188632933939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541241134810475948.post-5283718629015171372</id><published>2011-06-24T04:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T04:36:33.525-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The PDF for The Path We Choose and Off The Beaten Path</title><summary type="text">Finally, after much work, the PDF is finished.
Laurel and I apologize for taking so long on getting this finished, but hopefully it will be worth it to all of you!
The entire story, along with the outtakes are all included in here!
Here is the link where you can download it:
TPWC and OTBP PDF Download
Enjoy!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://les16-thepathwechoose.blogspot.com/feeds/5283718629015171372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://les16-thepathwechoose.blogspot.com/2011/06/pdf-for-path-we-choose-and-off-beaten.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541241134810475948/posts/default/5283718629015171372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541241134810475948/posts/default/5283718629015171372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://les16-thepathwechoose.blogspot.com/2011/06/pdf-for-path-we-choose-and-off-beaten.html' title='The PDF for The Path We Choose and Off The Beaten Path'/><author><name>les16</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09794765188632933939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541241134810475948.post-4410924881974859766</id><published>2011-03-26T22:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T22:04:31.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Outtake Number 5</title><summary type="text">Outtake #5~EPOV~ May of 2020&quot;Crap!&quot; I heard my oldest daughter holler out from her room down the hall.Deciding that wasn&#39;t an ordinary crap because Callie had been in her room or because Eli had taken something he wasn&#39;t supposed to touch, I figured I should go check on her.When I looked in the room, I found Maddie with her headphones in her ears, eyes scrunched closed, and her head thrown back </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://les16-thepathwechoose.blogspot.com/feeds/4410924881974859766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://les16-thepathwechoose.blogspot.com/2011/03/outtake-number-5.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541241134810475948/posts/default/4410924881974859766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541241134810475948/posts/default/4410924881974859766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://les16-thepathwechoose.blogspot.com/2011/03/outtake-number-5.html' title='Outtake Number 5'/><author><name>les16</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09794765188632933939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541241134810475948.post-1222592705968981038</id><published>2011-03-26T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T22:03:01.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fandom For Preemies Outtake</title><summary type="text">~~~~OOO~~~~OOO~~~~Fandom for Preemies Outtake  Maddie/Masen POV&quot;Morning, little man,&quot; Papa said to me as he sat down beside me on the bench in their backyard. &quot;Whatcha doing out here so early in the morning?&quot;I yawned and then pointed at Rufus who was chasing a leaf that blew around the backyard. &quot;Rufus needed to go outside,&quot; I told him and smiled when he finally caught it.He sat beside me for a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://les16-thepathwechoose.blogspot.com/feeds/1222592705968981038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://les16-thepathwechoose.blogspot.com/2011/03/fandom-for-preemies-outtake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541241134810475948/posts/default/1222592705968981038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541241134810475948/posts/default/1222592705968981038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://les16-thepathwechoose.blogspot.com/2011/03/fandom-for-preemies-outtake.html' title='Fandom For Preemies Outtake'/><author><name>les16</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09794765188632933939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541241134810475948.post-3081878753762716657</id><published>2010-12-31T11:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T11:24:13.624-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Off The Beaten Path - Outtake #4 - Masen</title><summary type="text"> Masen POV~ Summer of 2019 (17-years-old)
 &quot;Nana, I&#39;ll be back later. I&#39;m going to meet Uncle Jasper for lunch,&quot; I told her as I headed for the front door of their house.
 &quot;Okay, dear. You have your key?&quot; she asked before I could make it out the door and I nodded my head. &quot;What time are you going to head home?&quot; she asked when I looked up from the text I&#39;d just sent my sometime girlfriend, Becca.
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://les16-thepathwechoose.blogspot.com/feeds/3081878753762716657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://les16-thepathwechoose.blogspot.com/2010/12/off-beaten-path-outtake-4-masen.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541241134810475948/posts/default/3081878753762716657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541241134810475948/posts/default/3081878753762716657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://les16-thepathwechoose.blogspot.com/2010/12/off-beaten-path-outtake-4-masen.html' title='Off The Beaten Path - Outtake #4 - Masen'/><author><name>les16</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09794765188632933939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541241134810475948.post-4711900155538802777</id><published>2010-12-14T20:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T20:56:50.428-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Off The Beaten Path Outtake #3</title><summary type="text">OTBP #3~ Spring 2017
EPOV

&quot;Son of a bitch,&quot; I muttered under my breath as I pulled up in my driveway and glared at HIS car parked in my spot.

I huffed and yanked my briefcase off the front seat beside me and pushed open my door, slamming it behind me in my aggravation. I tried to take a few deep breaths before I walked in the house, because if Bella saw me all bent out of shape...again, she was</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://les16-thepathwechoose.blogspot.com/feeds/4711900155538802777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://les16-thepathwechoose.blogspot.com/2010/12/off-beaten-path-outtake-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541241134810475948/posts/default/4711900155538802777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541241134810475948/posts/default/4711900155538802777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://les16-thepathwechoose.blogspot.com/2010/12/off-beaten-path-outtake-3.html' title='Off The Beaten Path Outtake #3'/><author><name>les16</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09794765188632933939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541241134810475948.post-2406864195763756916</id><published>2010-11-28T10:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T10:41:31.768-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Outtake Number 2</title><summary type="text">BPOV
 I giggled at Edward&#39;s glee at the predicament the female members of our family found themselves in. It was their own fault though, every last one of them; even poor Esme who looked at Carlisle with a sheepish smile. I had to hand it to my father-in-law; the pout she was giving him didn&#39;t look like it was working in the least.
 &quot;Jazzy,&quot; Alice whined to my best friend and tried her best to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://les16-thepathwechoose.blogspot.com/feeds/2406864195763756916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://les16-thepathwechoose.blogspot.com/2010/11/outtake-number-2.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541241134810475948/posts/default/2406864195763756916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541241134810475948/posts/default/2406864195763756916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://les16-thepathwechoose.blogspot.com/2010/11/outtake-number-2.html' title='Outtake Number 2'/><author><name>les16</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09794765188632933939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541241134810475948.post-4465948373882583765</id><published>2010-11-14T10:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T10:04:56.934-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Outtake Number 1</title><summary type="text">EPOV~ Mid January 2012
 “Say that again,” I begged, praying to God I wasn’t losing my fucking mind and Bella had just said what I thought she said.
 One look at her beaming smile and the tears that fell unchecked down her gorgeous face was all the proof I really needed, but I wanted to hear the words again. Needed them.
 She nodded her head, the smile she wore somehow grew even bigger and she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://les16-thepathwechoose.blogspot.com/feeds/4465948373882583765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://les16-thepathwechoose.blogspot.com/2010/11/outtake-number-1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541241134810475948/posts/default/4465948373882583765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541241134810475948/posts/default/4465948373882583765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://les16-thepathwechoose.blogspot.com/2010/11/outtake-number-1.html' title='Outtake Number 1'/><author><name>les16</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09794765188632933939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541241134810475948.post-1856102623545483955</id><published>2010-11-09T07:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T07:43:25.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Outtake Teaser</title><summary type="text">&quot;I want to share everything with you, Bella. Not to bring up a sore subject, but I missed all of this the first go round. I don&#39;t want to miss a moment this time, even if it&#39;s for something as simple as a check up,&quot; he told me, his eyes burning with so much emotion.
 I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair and pulled his head down to mine. I kissed him over and over again, just light </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://les16-thepathwechoose.blogspot.com/feeds/1856102623545483955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://les16-thepathwechoose.blogspot.com/2010/11/outtake-teaser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541241134810475948/posts/default/1856102623545483955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541241134810475948/posts/default/1856102623545483955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://les16-thepathwechoose.blogspot.com/2010/11/outtake-teaser.html' title='Outtake Teaser'/><author><name>les16</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09794765188632933939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541241134810475948.post-4695704237516979806</id><published>2010-10-31T10:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T10:14:53.104-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 49</title><summary type="text">BPOV



After Christmas-End of February~


&quot;Baby, do you have a second?&quot; Edward asked in the tone of voice that let me know he really needed to talk to me.


I put down the cookbook I was currently perusing for new recipes and looked at him. The wrinkle between his eyebrows was extremely pronounced. His usually bright green eyes were worried and he was chewing on the inside of his cheek as well.
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://les16-thepathwechoose.blogspot.com/feeds/4695704237516979806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://les16-thepathwechoose.blogspot.com/2010/10/chapter-49.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541241134810475948/posts/default/4695704237516979806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541241134810475948/posts/default/4695704237516979806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://les16-thepathwechoose.blogspot.com/2010/10/chapter-49.html' title='Chapter 49'/><author><name>les16</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09794765188632933939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541241134810475948.post-1408301987258371946</id><published>2010-10-17T10:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T11:10:06.418-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 48</title><summary type="text">BPOV~ Wedding day, afternoon



“Always and forever,” I said, the words somehow managing to make it past the lump in my throat. 


I hung up the phone before I could say anything else, because, really, what else was there left to say? Well, there was plenty, but there weren’t enough hours left in the day to get it all out, and the only words I wanted to say were ‘I do’ in a few short hours.


“I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://les16-thepathwechoose.blogspot.com/feeds/1408301987258371946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://les16-thepathwechoose.blogspot.com/2010/10/chapter-48.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541241134810475948/posts/default/1408301987258371946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541241134810475948/posts/default/1408301987258371946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://les16-thepathwechoose.blogspot.com/2010/10/chapter-48.html' title='Chapter 48'/><author><name>les16</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09794765188632933939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541241134810475948.post-3787368046167658851</id><published>2010-10-10T17:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T17:58:24.189-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 47</title><summary type="text">EPOV



2 weeks before the wedding~


&quot;Mase, come on, buddy. Uncle Em and the others are waiting on us. Let&#39;s move it,&quot; I yelled as I put on my shoes.


&quot;Make sure you take pictures,&quot; Bella said as she leaned against the doorway.


&quot;Baby, I&#39;m not taking pictures. We&#39;re just trying on tuxedos,&quot; I told her as I stood up and slipped my wallet and cell phone into the pocket of my jeans.


Bella </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://les16-thepathwechoose.blogspot.com/feeds/3787368046167658851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://les16-thepathwechoose.blogspot.com/2010/10/chapter-47.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541241134810475948/posts/default/3787368046167658851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541241134810475948/posts/default/3787368046167658851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://les16-thepathwechoose.blogspot.com/2010/10/chapter-47.html' title='Chapter 47'/><author><name>les16</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09794765188632933939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541241134810475948.post-8164804533474700146</id><published>2010-10-03T15:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T15:40:11.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 46</title><summary type="text">BPOV



&quot;Mommy, what about this one?&quot; Maddie asked me while we sat at the dining room table.


Edward and I had just gotten back from our brief, but much needed trip to Seattle, and on the agenda for today was picking out the dresses Maddie and Rose would wear for the wedding.


During our flight home, because I&#39;d been in no frame of mind to do it on the way there, we talked about some of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://les16-thepathwechoose.blogspot.com/feeds/8164804533474700146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://les16-thepathwechoose.blogspot.com/2010/10/chapter-46.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541241134810475948/posts/default/8164804533474700146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541241134810475948/posts/default/8164804533474700146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://les16-thepathwechoose.blogspot.com/2010/10/chapter-46.html' title='Chapter 46'/><author><name>les16</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09794765188632933939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541241134810475948.post-2896607869150452432</id><published>2010-09-26T14:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T14:24:56.471-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 45</title><summary type="text">EPOV



~~~~OOO~~~~OOO~~~~
“Jesus, Edward,” Emmett grunted as he bent over at the waist. 


I picked the towel up off the bench and wiped the sweat off my face and neck. My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath and I grabbed two bottles of water out of my bag. After throwing one to my brother, I opened the bottle and chugged the water in a few swallows. 


“You feel better now?” my brother </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://les16-thepathwechoose.blogspot.com/feeds/2896607869150452432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://les16-thepathwechoose.blogspot.com/2010/09/chapter-45.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541241134810475948/posts/default/2896607869150452432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541241134810475948/posts/default/2896607869150452432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://les16-thepathwechoose.blogspot.com/2010/09/chapter-45.html' title='Chapter 45'/><author><name>les16</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09794765188632933939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541241134810475948.post-2793538727673739274</id><published>2010-09-24T08:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T08:08:05.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 44</title><summary type="text">Jane POV



Looking up at the ceiling, I tried to count the tiles but every time I tried, I lost count. I&#39;d been trying for hours now…or at least it felt like hours.


I vaguely remembered bits and pieces of a conversation, but it was a bit fuzzy. I remembered hearing shouts and what I assumed was gunfire. I remembered hearing someone scream no. I remembered hearing someone cry.


My nose itched </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://les16-thepathwechoose.blogspot.com/feeds/2793538727673739274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://les16-thepathwechoose.blogspot.com/2010/09/chapter-44.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541241134810475948/posts/default/2793538727673739274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541241134810475948/posts/default/2793538727673739274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://les16-thepathwechoose.blogspot.com/2010/09/chapter-44.html' title='Chapter 44'/><author><name>les16</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09794765188632933939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541241134810475948.post-1453020581946939825</id><published>2010-09-19T15:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T15:30:15.648-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 43</title><summary type="text">BPOV



It felt like I was floating…or in that in between state where you were sort of awake, but still kind of asleep.


I heard a beeping sound and then the sound of a pump of some sort off to the side. My eyelids felt so heavy, like they were made of lead. My throat was raw and it burned. When I tried to swallow a few times, it hurt so badly. As I became more and more aware of the sounds </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://les16-thepathwechoose.blogspot.com/feeds/1453020581946939825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://les16-thepathwechoose.blogspot.com/2010/09/chapter-43.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541241134810475948/posts/default/1453020581946939825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541241134810475948/posts/default/1453020581946939825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://les16-thepathwechoose.blogspot.com/2010/09/chapter-43.html' title='Chapter 43'/><author><name>les16</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09794765188632933939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7541241134810475948.post-8838226285249893337</id><published>2010-09-12T14:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T14:42:35.787-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 42</title><summary type="text">EPOV



The hospital doors clanged shut and I stood there, unable to move as my entire life fought for her life without me on the other side.


My mind was a jumble of images and sounds and it wasn&#39;t until I felt someone wrap their arm around me that I was able to focus on anything.


&quot;Edward, son, you can&#39;t stand here,&quot; my dad told me as he tried to lead me away from the doorway and toward the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://les16-thepathwechoose.blogspot.com/feeds/8838226285249893337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://les16-thepathwechoose.blogspot.com/2010/09/chapter-42.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541241134810475948/posts/default/8838226285249893337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7541241134810475948/posts/default/8838226285249893337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://les16-thepathwechoose.blogspot.com/2010/09/chapter-42.html' title='Chapter 42'/><author><name>les16</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09794765188632933939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>