It's okay I'm updating now <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> Have you ever had a friend that you told all your secrets to? Because you knew she would never tell a soul? I'm that friend. To everyone. "Selene Fontana." My homeroom teacher-Ms. Adams?-calls my name from her list of students. I can hear the sighs of relief escaping from everyone in her class. They're grateful to have me. "…Alyssa Foxmara." Ms. Adams continues calling names as I stride over. The whispers already start. They're desperate to let their secret out to someone. "I was the one who stole those tests." "I'm dating both Kate and Christina." "I broke that glass sculpture in the front office, and it looked expensive." "I messed with the PA system." "My parents are getting divorced." And so it went, on and on. When would they stop telling me these things? Probably once they realize I don't care. They're like the overeager kid, pumping as much air-or secrets-as they can into their balloon. I'm the balloon that's about to explode. Ms. Adams gives us a lecture about the start of tenth grade. The secrets keep coming, flowing in a steady stream. I sigh and glance down. There's a piece of paper next to my foot that says Selene on it. Huh. Frowning, I pick it up. People usually tell me their secrets, not write them. I slowly unfold it and smooth out the crinkles. I read the note once. And again. And again. Oh no. No. This can't be happening. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> How do you like the length of the updates? Should I make them shorter? Longer? How can I improve my writing?
Okay, for the color: You type this: [*color=red] Put text here [*/color] Except you take out the asterisk (*). It comes out like this: Hey