﻿<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"><channel><title>Pride Centre Of Edmonton Forums / Pride Centre of Edmonton Forums / Youth Discussion  / writers corner / Latest Posts</title><generator>InstantForum.NET v4.1.0</generator><description>Pride Centre Of Edmonton Forums</description><link>http://forums.pridecentreofedmonton.org/</link><webMaster>forums@pridecentreofedmonton.org</webMaster><lastBuildDate>Thu, 21 Aug 2008 08:35:14 GMT</lastBuildDate><ttl>20</ttl><item><title>writers corner</title><link>http://forums.pridecentreofedmonton.org/Topic603-9-1.aspx</link><description>Meredith glanced at her best friend. The best friend who wouldn't talk to her because Meredith wasn't straight. Chloe turned away and gathered her books up. "Meredith I'm sorry but i can't be your friend if you want this. Meredith sighed. "It's just who I am." Chloe shook her head and walked away. Meredith rode the bus home expecting another fight with her overly catholic family. She'd gone on a brief date with Elisabelle yesterday then lied about it to her mom saying that she'd met some random guy at the book store and shared a Starbucks brownie with him. Joan knelt pulling a small cardboard box from underneath Meredith's bed. It was full of letters from Meredith's other best friend to Meredith. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Meredith&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Whats up? I know it's only been two days since my last letter but I can't stop thinking about you. You're really pretty and I can't help thinking about wanting to kiss you so I'll just settle for this instead. xoxoxo. &lt;img align="absmiddle" src="http://forums.pridecentreofedmonton.org/Skins/Classic/Images/EmotIcons/Smile.gif" border="0" title="Smile"&gt; &lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Your best friend Eli. Elisabelle Conner.&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Joan crumbled the letter up, tears starting in her eyes. Had Meredith fallen out of God's favor? Was that why she was attracted to other girls? Joan walked over to the chruch where she'd taken the family for almost sixteen years and Meredith had refused to go for the past year and a half. The priest looked up smiling. "Mrs. Masen. How is your family?" Joan held out several letters with a shaking hand. "Read them please." The priest frowned shaking his head. "I don't quite see the problem. They're just letters to another girl who happens to love Meredith. We're catholic but we aren't strict about this." Joan sighed. "I still think it's wrong but if you say its fine for Meredith to be behaving like this then I just have to accept it although I don't know how Jacob will take it." The priest looked away then back at Joan. "We have a counsilling service every Wednesday evening. Maybe you could invite Meredith, Jacob and Elisabelle to it." Joan smiled. "Thank you."&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Later that day&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Jacob sat down at the table bowing his head for the evening prayer. Meredith frowned. "I don't get how God can love everyone and still punish the sinners. That doesn't make any sense." Jacob sighed. "How many times have I explained it to you. It's love the sinners, hate the sin. Get it?" Meredith sat there confused. "What if it's something that the people can't help?" Jacob bristled. "Just read the bible. Okay." Meredith stood. "The goddamn bible is full of contradictions. Do you really believe it?" Jacob froze. "I won't have you questioning my faith. Get out of here now." "Fine I will!" Meredith yelled. "But I want to tell you something first. I'm lesbian." Jacob started shouting. "I should have sent you to that Catholic school in the first place! Maybe they could of knocked should sense into you." Joan stepped between her daughter and husband. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;/EM&gt; </description><pubDate>Sat, 11 Aug 2007 17:23:29 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>blackbunny</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>