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      <title>Tone Challenge - 1st  by Cassandra Whitefield</title>
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      <pubDate>2017-09-19 20:53:05 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Original Story-SAM, JAYDEN, MUNCEY</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/cassandra_whitefield/v04alsf9wdhy/wish/189292787</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>It was a clear and sunny day, I felt the heat raise just above 80. I felt a giant heat wave, right as I got in the car. It brought back the old memories of me chasing the ice cream truck with my bag full of quarters, dimes, and pennies. I started to tear up as i remembered my childhood days. Later that afternoon, I decided to travel back home_&nbsp;<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-09-20 13:00:11 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Group 3: Liz, Ashtin, Micheil</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/cassandra_whitefield/v04alsf9wdhy/wish/189293021</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>He and I sat at the coffee table in the small, quiet coffee shop in San Angelo. He, Anthony, had his head held high and his arms crossed like he was thinking about something. Little did I know he was only thinking of himself. "Do you want me to get you and I something to drink?" I asked him quietly. "Yeah. Sure. Get me  a triple, venti, soy, no foam, latte." he said in the most cocky voice ever. I looked at him, shocked, but still went to get his drink. When I came back to the table, I tripped on the leg of a nearby chair, spilling both of our drinks over him, the floor, and me. I immediately started to  apologize to him and the worker that came over to clean up the mess I made. "What the heck? Why would you do that? Help this worker clean it up. Come and talk to me  when you don't want to embarass me. Anthony yelled at me and stormed out of the coffee shop,leaving me covered in coffee and embarassment</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-09-20 13:00:42 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Original Story- Melany, Clia &amp; James. Group 4 </title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/cassandra_whitefield/v04alsf9wdhy/wish/189296465</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>It is Monday and Johnny always goes to the coffee shop before work. He is always in a rush and is very impatient. On this particular morning, Johnny was not having a good day, and just to top it off he happened to run into his evil twin brother. At the instant sight of seeing him, he is angered and disgusted. Johnny tried to stay calm so he could be in and out of the coffee shop. After minutes of waiting he received his coffee, payed and headed for the door paying no attention whatsoever. When he reached for the door, he happen to run into someone who happened to be his evil twin brother. Johnny's coffee had spilled, he was furious. Johnny was instantly reminded of why he dis liked his twin brother.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-09-20 13:07:11 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Original Story - Drew &amp; Andie </title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/cassandra_whitefield/v04alsf9wdhy/wish/189297508</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>Matthew stepped into the coffee shop to settle things with davenport for cutting his shirt. davenport stood up as Matthew walked in. they argued back and forth at the fact that Matthew cut his shirt. davenport raised his voice, they started wrestling around with people pulling them apart, as Matthew was winning the fight,  davenport told Matthew that he was a lowlife and that's all he would ever be. </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-09-20 13:09:08 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Original Story - Melissa, Malik, Destinee</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/cassandra_whitefield/v04alsf9wdhy/wish/189298704</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>I loved that it was a clear and sunny day. I was walking downtown and saw all the amazing stores. I walked pasted my favorite store Cupcake Kingdom and it made me feel delighted inside. I´m supposed to meet up with my best friend Tommy. We are going to see the new movie titanic.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-09-20 13:11:24 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>New Story SAM, JAYDEN, MUNCEY</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/cassandra_whitefield/v04alsf9wdhy/wish/189299110</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>It was a clear and sunny day, in West Texas. I felt the enormous heat wave rush into my face. It brought back the ancient memories of me and my fat jiggling up and down chasing the ice cream truck. I started to tear up as I remembered the angry childhood days of mine. I decided to go back home  and sue the ice cream company and the driver that always went to fast for me to catch.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-09-20 13:12:09 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Original Story</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/cassandra_whitefield/v04alsf9wdhy/wish/189300420</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>Logan, Jaime, Makayla <br>The elderly woman grasped my big, meaty claws. I gasped in confusion. she said "Hey baby meet me in the back." I was very uncomfortable because we were in the middle of the street. I followed her to "the back" and she gave a special treat. This special treat was white, and creamy. I kindly say. "Thank you, for the lozenge. ;)</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-09-20 13:14:29 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Original Story #2 - Drew &amp; Andie </title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/cassandra_whitefield/v04alsf9wdhy/wish/189301756</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>the toddler being drug by his mom from the store after the kid had wanted a candy and mom said no. the kid then threw the candy across the store and screamed. the mom then grabbed the child and ran out of the store and said "you are four years old , you don't do that "<br> </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-09-20 13:16:53 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Original- Vinh Dinh, Justin De La Cuz, Hayden Davenport</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/cassandra_whitefield/v04alsf9wdhy/wish/189302156</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>The toddler held her mother’s hand tightly. ”Mom can we go out to dinner tonight?” the mom didn’t reply, she continues, “have game night?” still no answer from mom. “Mom are you okay?” Looking at her mom deeply in the eyes, scratching her eyes, when she opened her eyes, she realized that it was the skeleton figure in her class.&nbsp;</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-09-20 13:17:38 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Revised Story - Melissa, Malik, Destinee</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/cassandra_whitefield/v04alsf9wdhy/wish/189303156</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>It was a gloomy day and I was feeling sluggish. I was on my way downtown to see all the dark and worn out stores, My absolute favorite one was the Spirit Halloween, the most run down store. This store makes me feel fearful and ghastly inside. I keep walking so I can meet up with my best friend Alice. She loves to wear black ripped shirts and dresses. We were meeting up to go see the new movie Sinister 2.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-09-20 13:19:09 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Revised- Vinh Dinh, Justin De La Cruz, Hayden Davenport</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/cassandra_whitefield/v04alsf9wdhy/wish/189303182</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>The toddler held her mother’s hand tightly. All eyes in the class were straight to her. A random kid came dashing at the little girl and her mom. “You look so much like your mom.” The whole class burst into laughter. She then looked back up and saw that her mom was not her mom but, the class skeleton.&nbsp;</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-09-20 13:19:12 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Revised Story- Melany, Clia, James. Group 4 </title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/cassandra_whitefield/v04alsf9wdhy/wish/189303261</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>It is Monday morning and Johnny always goes to the coffee shop before going to work. He is always in a rush and is going through a tough time at the moment. Recently Johnny's mom passed away and he is having a hard time dealing with it. Right before Johnny's mom passed she gave him him a clock that had been passed down through generations and he never left the house without it. While at the coffee shop he happened to look up and saw someone he hoped to never see again, his twin brother.  Johnny had a twin brother named Sammy and they had not been on good terms since their mother had passed away. At the instant sight of seeing him he is reminded of his mother and begins to feel a hole opening up in his heart. Johnny tries to  stay calm so he could be in and out of the coffee shop as quick as possible. After minutes of waiting, he received his coffee, payed and headed for the door, paying no attention he ran into his twin brother spilling his coffee all over him. Sammy was angered and stormed out of the coffee shop without his coffee. Johnny was hurt and sorry. </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-09-20 13:19:20 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Group 3 Revised</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/cassandra_whitefield/v04alsf9wdhy/wish/189303581</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>Anthony and I sat at the table in the small coffee shop, Stango's. He looked at me with the kindest smile on his face. "Do you want me to get you something to drink?" I asked him quietly. "Yeah. Sure. Just get me a regular coffee, please." He said with a light voice. I gave him a smile  and then went to get our drinks. When I came back to the table, I tripped on a nearby chair, spilling both drinks on him, the floor, and me. I immediatlely  started to apologize to him and the worker that came over to help clean up the mess I had made. He grabbed my hand and helped me up. "Hey, it's okay. It was an accident. Don't worry about it."</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-09-20 13:19:56 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>original Ryan Grace Laura </title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/cassandra_whitefield/v04alsf9wdhy/wish/189304188</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div><br>Emily and Beck sat across from each other, their eyebrows furrowed in disgust."Why did you ask for me Beck?"Emily whispered angrily. Beck sipped her coffee quietly."Because you don't deserve my money and I want it back." "Are you serious Beck? I put my life on the line for the company and I expect some kind of reward!" Emily yelled. "You stupid idiot,you don't just get to take my money!" "I worked harder for it than anyone else,and you sat on your butt and whined ." "I did not,I got I got you the job and helped you,then you stole my money!" "Take it from me the thief you are!" "Take that back!" "Never!" "Beck stood quietly,knocking her empty coffee cup onto the floor. It shattered into bits around Emily's chair. "I'm done with you,the company,and my money. Keep it Emily.I care about it more than I care about you,but it's worthless to me now."Beck whispered as she slammed a dollar on the table and walked out of the building.Emily was in tears,the money seemed worthless to her,but Becks words didn't."I hurt her." She thought to herself, "and Beck hurt me"...<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-09-20 13:20:59 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Revised Story - Logan, Jaime, MaKayla</title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/cassandra_whitefield/v04alsf9wdhy/wish/189305985</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>The elderly woman grasped my big, meaty claws. I instantly think the worst. "Is she going to shank me with her love an affection?" She asks me to meet her "out back", and with my head full of bad things that could happens I followed the old, crippled lady. She reached in her pocket, and girl did I start sweating. She points her cane at me, and I say. " Old lady get your dirty can off my chest." Pushing the cane off himself she pulls the trigger of her CANE GUN!! DUNDUNDDDUUUNNN</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-09-20 13:23:46 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Revised Story #1 - Drew &amp; Andie </title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/cassandra_whitefield/v04alsf9wdhy/wish/189307723</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>Matthew stepped  into the coffee shop to settle things with Davenport for cutting his shirt. “What will Davenport think of me?” Matthew quietly whispered to himself. Davenport stood up as Matthew walked in.”That jerk he cut my shirt!” They had argued back and forth, at the fact Matthew cut his shirt. Each of them saying what they want to each other. Raising their voices at each other finally they had started to wrestle. People pulling them apart, as matthew had won the fight Davenport yells “you’re a low life and thats all youll ever be!” Matthew obviously hurt by his words. He says to himself “ what did i do..?” and slowly walks out of the coffee shop.</div><div><br></div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-09-20 13:26:38 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Revised Story #2 - Drew &amp; Andie </title>
         <author></author>
         <link>https://padlet.com/cassandra_whitefield/v04alsf9wdhy/wish/189310633</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>the toddler was being drug out of the store by his mom. as they were going out, there was a little man that was staring at them in question. the little kid had wated a candy, but his mom said no. the toddler got upset and threw the candy on the otherside of the store and screamed. the mom then grabbed the child then ran out of the store and said "you are four years old, you do not do that" the toddler didn't know what he had done wrong, he just wanted and candy, so he looked at her very puzzled. </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-09-20 13:31:26 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Laura, Ryan, Grace New story</title>
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         <link>https://padlet.com/cassandra_whitefield/v04alsf9wdhy/wish/189315204</link>
         <description><![CDATA[<div>&nbsp;Emily and Beck sat across from each other, their eyebrows furrowed in disgust. “Why did you ask for me Beck?”, Emily whispered angrily. Beck sipped her coffee quietly. “Because Emily, you don’t deserve my money, I want it back.” “Are you serious Beck? I put my life on the line for the company and I expect some kind of reward !”, Emily yelled . “You idiot, you didn’t work well at all, you sat on your butt and whined.” “I did not, I got you the job and helped you. Then you go and steal my money!” “Take it from me like the thief you are then!”&nbsp; “Never! I’m not a thief like you!” Beck stood knocking her empty coffee cup onto the floor. It shattered into bits around Emily’s feet.” “I’m done with you, the company, and my money. Keep it Emily. I care about it more than I care about you but it’s worthless to me now.” Beck whispered as she walked out the door. Emily stood up, and ran out the door after Beck. “You've been like this since mom died!”, Emily screamed across the road. Beck stopped dead in her tracks, tears streaming down her cheeks. Beck turned slowly and walked across the road to her sister. Out of nowhere, a truck came spiraling out of the road, hitting Beck dead on. “NO!”, Emily screamed. Emily’s head was ringing. She hadn’t just lost her mom, but her sister. She ran out into the road, the cars swooping around her. She lifted her sisters cold hand. Beck looked up at Emily. “It’s okay, it was never about the money, I love you Emil-.”, Beck whispered with her final words. Beck died in Emily’s hands. Emily was white as a sheet. She felt numb. She wished the truck had hit her instead. No amount of money could replace her sister. And no amount of money could bring her back.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-09-20 13:39:01 UTC</pubDate>
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