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Wednesday, November 25

New Blog Post: Two weeks later…

Hello.

The name's Max, though you guys know me as the girl. (Honestly, Nick is so original with the aliases.) Pleased to meet you. Some of you. Fangirls—get over yourselves.

Nick was writing up a post a few minutes ago, putting you guys all up to date and whatnot about what happened after the project ended. His posts have been rare and kind of spontaneous, I know. Not my fault—not entirely, anyway. Things started to settle down a few days ago, and today he decided to get you all out of suspense.

So he was writing his post when very suddenly and out of the blue, Iggy calls and says he's needed at his house. Personally, I think he and Gazzy may have let a bomb blow where it shouldn't have.

At any rate, Nick's gone and his laptop is still here (my house), so I took up the task of writing his post for him, being the awesome girlfriend that I am.

No, I am not using this post to mark territory or any stupid thing like that. Those are the sister's words, not mine. (Speaking of the sister, she did not give us permission for us to use her name here. That's paranoia speaking, I tell you.)

Anyhow, to put you all up to date, I checked over the comments and will now answer some of your most pressing questions—seriously, guys, you're pushy!

First off, as previously mentioned, yes. Nick and I did get together. And I am very happy where I am, thank-you very much. My spot will not be available anytime soon, if ever. Deal with it and move on.

Second, the kid, whose name I am allowed to divulge, but won't because of my own paranoia, is now my adopted sister. That was a bit of a surprise that came to both me and Nick on Monday. We dealt with a few conflicting situations in the past three weeks concerning the kid, but all's good now.

My dad adopted the kid as a sign that he wants to patch things up between us. I don't know if Nick has talked about it here, but the point is that he abandoned me, my sister and my mom when I was two. He came back this summer and until Monday I hadn't so much as spared a glance at him, so to speak.

That's the brief version of it, anyway.

So the kid is now my adopted sister. Ironically enough, her friend from the orphanage (I think Nick called her the other kid in the post from my birthday) was adopted by my neighbors. Life can be nice sometimes, I guess.

Next off: the skank and blondie (Nick's aliases rule, seriously) are now avoiding each other like crazy, and they both avoid me and Nick as well. The distance is doing wonders for us all.

Nick and I scored an A+ on the project—grading consisted of an interview with the kid, so one could say we owe our grade to her.

So far, our Home Eco. classmates have carried out a total of seven adoptions (including Nick and me), so you could say that it hasn't only been us missing the kid.

What else, what else… Nick patched things up with both my friends (again, check out the birthday post, because neither of them have a given alias), meaning that our little group of friends is finally looking up. Everything overall is starting to look up.

I'm going to go a bit poetic here, the way Nick sometimes likes to do in his posts: something I thought of a lot during the project was how people alter their realities without realizing. Some people out there fear change—sometimes they fear it so much if becomes a genuine phobia.

My reality before the project consisted of my family and two best friends being my world (my dad was not included in the family group at the time), in the sense that they were what I saw every day and what I'd come to expect.

The project altered my reality when Nick and the kid became my world—my expectation. I expected to awkwardly skirt around Nick for the sake of a grade, and I expected the kid to be the sweet little girl that made my days with Nick tolerable, even fun.

These past three weeks, my reality has consisted of Nick as my boyfriend, visiting the kid at the orphanage, my family and friends' pity glaring onto me and Nick when we came back from visiting the kid.

Now my reality is the kid as my adopted sister, my friends and family behind me 24/7, and Nick is still my boyfriend.

What I mean with all this is that our realities change a little every day, even though we don't always notice. I think that was a bit of an underlining morale behind the project: expect change and learn how to deal with it.

Sometimes things change around us for the worse, but I've learned to think that those events are only parts of a chain reaction that will eventually lead to something better.

I'm saying (typing) all this to teach you guys something I had to learn the hard way—don't be afraid of changes. I used to hate them—as I said, my dad left us, I moved to Mexico, then my dad came back and I moved here… I was friends with Nick and then I wasn't… things like that. I didn't like change.

I don't think I'll ever like it (holding grudges—one of my finest attributes) but I can now understand that change doesn't mean it's the end of the world. It's not the end of my world—it's not the end of my reality.

I'm going to quote something (perhaps the only thing) I learned in Science class a few weeks back. No matter can be created nor destroyed, only transformed. I think that sort of applies to our realities—we can transform them, that's all. And sometimes those transformations aren't so bad.

Remember, people—the name's Max, short for Maximum (call me Maxine and you die).

Fly on, as Nick always says for some reason (I haven't, in fact, asked about that one),

-Max.

TAGS: Revelation; surprise; secret; the girl; the kid; Home Eco; Project: Family; Max

*Nick does not use real people's names in his blog posts without express permission from said people. These names may be aliases chosen by said people. Please don't waste your time trying to 'sue' Nick in the comments section. It gets annoying after a while. Thank-you.*

AN:

How'd that turn out?

Thanks so much for all the support for this story—whereas it did not live up to PF's fame or review count, I'm happy that some of you really enjoyed it. And I'm happy that I kept my word and finished this story (albeit around a year later).

The final wordcount for this story, without ANs or Disclaimers or Claimers, is of 16, 398 words.

I'll return in exactly one month and delete all ANs for this story, leaving you with only the story content and Disclaimers/Claimers. Until then, I thank you all again for all the support and nice reviews.

As a final note: check out Project: Family—the original story—which is now completely edited, if you haven't already.

Thanks for everything, and happy holidays!

-DemiSpy.