tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54639812688819845822024-02-20T05:30:37.243-08:00Bara Lotus GardenDreams, Wishes, Inspirations, Stories
Sarah Goldenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130024304675806142noreply@blogger.comBlogger1121125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5463981268881984582.post-25161256655458133502022-04-09T16:16:00.000-07:002022-04-09T16:16:28.587-07:00Happy 10th Anniversary The Lizzie Bennet Diaries!<p></p><p>It’s been ten years since Lizzie Bennet graced the screen with her snarky commentary and life lessons. I remember following the characters on tumblr and drawing fashion inspiration from both Jane and Lizzie Bennet. This web series was one of its kind. And Ashley Clemments is even doing a look back on the whole series. If you love modern day adaptions, lit stories and creative spunk, watch this series on YouTube. If you have already seen it, have fun reliving the memorable moments and reminiscing with the cast. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/uM35yqnYn5A" width="320" youtube-src-id="uM35yqnYn5A"></iframe></div><br /><p></p>Sarah Goldenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130024304675806142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5463981268881984582.post-38613506948604415972022-04-09T16:01:00.001-07:002022-04-09T16:01:33.086-07:00Just an update<p> I haven’t been on my blog for a little while. With the pandemic and other personal events, my writing was on the back burner, but I’m bringing my blog back and going back to my creative, goofy self. </p>Sarah Goldenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130024304675806142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5463981268881984582.post-26301591865235930462020-12-31T15:20:00.003-08:002020-12-31T15:21:54.643-08:00Wonder Woman 1984: A Movie Review<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO5Yq5Ew5U9qXqbBtysjJcldDhGDqwSYfKrWJ7Q771lnvuseH5c-aUsywkyg7S6uKBaa_gqvlPLQtlq0GE7MtRBz4ifhgomscBMLOYTQuj_oQerQqob4dNvCtuloYh9JPdwzDA7YGlvdrh/s1777/8068FD75-8CC1-433C-B5EE-C213140BF62F.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="756" data-original-width="1777" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO5Yq5Ew5U9qXqbBtysjJcldDhGDqwSYfKrWJ7Q771lnvuseH5c-aUsywkyg7S6uKBaa_gqvlPLQtlq0GE7MtRBz4ifhgomscBMLOYTQuj_oQerQqob4dNvCtuloYh9JPdwzDA7YGlvdrh/s320/8068FD75-8CC1-433C-B5EE-C213140BF62F.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> Wonder Woman was an amazing movie. This sequel highlighted similar themes to the first movie, but it also brought an interesting challenge to Diana. <p></p><p>Raised as a warrior, Diana valued strength and victory above all things, but she was impatient to achieve them. This sets up the movie as the inner and outer conflict. </p><p>Her perspective is very different from Barbara’s perspective of the world as a woman during 1984. While Barbara envies Diana’s life, Diana is longing for the past. When an opportunity to get what they want arises, the way Diana and Barbara react is very different, but Maxwell Lord has been searching for that opportunity for a long time. Once wishes are granted, terrible prices must be paid in return, and each character has an important choice to make. </p><p>I really liked the dynamic between Diana and Steve in this movie. While Wonder Woman had Steve guiding Diana through the world, this movie has Diana teaching Steve about all the changes that the world has gone through. It was an added bonus that the places filmed in DC were places that I had been to. </p><p>Another interesting dynamic was between Diana and Barbara. While they had much in common at the beginning of the film, their choices changed that entirely. </p><p>Wonder Woman 1984 asks a question about wishes and value. I think it was worth watching. </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKdzSNprGDSfxnURprWA1ph6mB0ELRijG-v693IpqwfIh7uRMQ8tRqVu11NPnyChmi66yM6ES3_ZMpUeH1URqLd-WLd-3kQzlbRJAbTQQFre33xJA_-cLtW_6QkQlGL7QrdgpTCf-u57lX/s2657/179E3711-C4FB-4D28-8558-4EDC9BB22E21.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1183" data-original-width="2657" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKdzSNprGDSfxnURprWA1ph6mB0ELRijG-v693IpqwfIh7uRMQ8tRqVu11NPnyChmi66yM6ES3_ZMpUeH1URqLd-WLd-3kQzlbRJAbTQQFre33xJA_-cLtW_6QkQlGL7QrdgpTCf-u57lX/s320/179E3711-C4FB-4D28-8558-4EDC9BB22E21.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Sarah Goldenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130024304675806142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5463981268881984582.post-86669260291976831632020-12-31T13:30:00.000-08:002020-12-31T13:30:39.528-08:00A Year of Reflection<p> Two years actually. Most people will say that 2020 was a very tough year. I agree. But I’m humble enough to admit I had two tough years with many lessons. </p><p>Maybe I’ll add these lessons in my stories and share them in the future. For now, I’ll just say it’s been quite a journey. </p><p>I’m optimistic, so I still have hope for the future, and I have worked hard on my novel Starlight to make it ready to publish. But I’ve also learned that publishing a novel is just one thing, and yes it’s still an important thing, and I want the book to be at it’s best when it gets published. But there are many other things I want to experience. </p><p>2020 taught me a lot about resilience. And I’m optimistic that 2021 will bring positive opportunities. </p>Sarah Goldenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130024304675806142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5463981268881984582.post-54250259755875498402019-08-20T22:30:00.000-07:002019-08-20T22:33:02.827-07:00Perspective and Mentoring It’s been a while since I blogged, but what I’ve been doing in the meantime is very important. Self care, connecting with people who understand what I’m going through, and creating a work book for people who may need a guide to help them with a similar situation.<br />
I’ve been speaking with people who have Autistic siblings, and talking with people from around the world of various ages about what they are going through or have gone through. We all agreed that a guide would help. We’ve been collaborating on how to handle extremely stressful situations, ask for help when we need it and to allow ourselves to be who we are.<br />
This guide would be about a variety of situations and the tools needed to understand it.<br />
Here’s the thing, and it’s still true today. The siblings of people with autism are not given the support they need to deal with the situations that are extremely important, often repetitive and ignored by many psychologists. This can lead to intense consequences down the line.<br />
It’s hard to share the tough stuff, but I’m finding it helpful. We’re all able to talk about some difficult topics that are not easy to discuss with parents, teachers, even psychologists and the most important thing: allow ourselves to feel what we feel about it. Including whether or not we feel safe or supported.<br />
This guide we’re working on is not just about the tough stuff. It’s also about the skills, talents and lessons we’ve learned from our experiences. We’re even discussing about a website or programs for people who need it.<br />
There arent a lot of resources out there, so I thought it would be important to create one.<br />
Siblings are the focus of the workbook, but it’s not about secluding them from the family. Isolation is part of the problem. The more people I talked to, the more I heard the same troubles, patterns and behaviors I experienced, and the more we brainstormed on what could help.<br />
I’m posting this for two reasons.<br />
One: It’s an update.<br />
Two: To get the info out there. If you have other resources to offer, feel free to comment.<br />
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Yes, I’m still writing, editing my novels and I’m taking breaks, so it’s not a sprint. But it’s a step, and a big one.<br />
Several people I talked to about this say it’s a great idea. It adds a new perspective to the situation and may lead to other resources in the future.<br />
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<br />Sarah Goldenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130024304675806142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5463981268881984582.post-23894542540325842002019-06-22T20:53:00.000-07:002019-06-22T20:53:44.309-07:00Rapunzel, Elsa and Emma Swan <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is a fascinating video that shows the connection between Elsa and Rapunzel. They’re both more powerful than they are aware of, extremely creative and they create from the heart. They take their circumstances and create something beautiful from them. This is the lesson Emma Swan learns when her powers get out of control and she doesn’t want to hurt the people she cares for. Elsa teaches Emma a very important lesson, and once she embraces who she is, Emma is able to create from her heart. I’m writing a similar story with my own elements thrown in, and I’ve been on quite the journey myself, But I wanted to post this today because I’m going to create online again. I’ve been writing, and for awhile I lost the confidence to post. This is for obvious reasons to the people who knew what I went through for awhile. But I’m back, I’ve finally gained the courage to tell my story, in the hopes to help others who understand and need guidance through the confusion and chaos in their lives. I’m posting these stories because they are dear to me, and now I’m ready to write my own.<br />
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<br />Sarah Goldenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130024304675806142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5463981268881984582.post-64751390923201802202018-03-28T11:19:00.001-07:002018-03-28T11:19:24.748-07:00A Wrinkle In Time- Spoilers Galore<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOCeSpKmewMB6DhiFXSSlsK-xccuXWgiIi3Hos8P1zLuOSGNw1dkgO5iZ00iiT2YcqUa9zjz3Ti3Z1pb2XhWvvVe5ptysyNcxR9BhyphenhyphenC4bMVBSQkabnafEEY-4Q4EjdtaVkuhsG4YlYUfe7/s640/blogger-image--1201900150.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOCeSpKmewMB6DhiFXSSlsK-xccuXWgiIi3Hos8P1zLuOSGNw1dkgO5iZ00iiT2YcqUa9zjz3Ti3Z1pb2XhWvvVe5ptysyNcxR9BhyphenhyphenC4bMVBSQkabnafEEY-4Q4EjdtaVkuhsG4YlYUfe7/s640/blogger-image--1201900150.jpg"></a></div><br><p></p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">This will not be a spoiler free review. There is no way in the world I could write one. Meg’s journey in this story is also mine. Every obstacle she faces, and the final battle that she must confront is the exact story that I have lived. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; min-height: 15px;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"></span><br></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">Meg Murry is a character after my own heart. She’s insecure and cynical, but she is also loyal and brave. And smart. Incredibly smart. Using the laws of physics and her own inner strength, Meg braves the journey to find her father alongside her brother Charles Wallace, and the boy next door Calvin with the astral travelers Mrs Who, Mrs Which and Mrs Whatsit. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">Her character growth makes this film, and that’s why it spoke to me. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">Before Meg begins her journey, Mrs Who gives her an important quote. “ The wound is the place where the light enters you.” - Rumi. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">Meg must face her own faults to battle the darkness. She doesn’t travel well, while everyone else is just fine. She is closed off to her own brilliance and what makes her special. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">Her first real test in the film is trusting The Happy Medium, who allows her to find the balance within to open her heart to her father in order to find him. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">She finds a memory, the memory of the exact moment she last saw her father, before he disappeared. That memory leads her to Camaztoz, the evil planet where her father is trapped. A planet run by an evil mind known as the IT. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">As the planet changes into obstacle after obstacle, Meg and Calvin are separated from Charles Wallace. And after a harsh battle with the darkness, Calvin gives Meg one of the best lines that any insecure person could be given, “You don’t know how incredible you are.” </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">After they find Charles Wallace, they face a strange encounter with a red eyed man who claims to know Meg’s father. Calvin and Charles trust him, but Meg is not so sure. She listens to her instinct and focuses on her goal. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">They had traveled to Camaztoz, to find her father, but the IT wants something too, Charles Wallace and his brilliant mind. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">Meg watches her brother fall to darkness and enters a realm where the path is no longer visible. Still, she is determined to find her father, and uses her will, and the gift of the unseen (given by Mrs. Who) to climb the impossible staircase leading to her father. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">When she finds him, she finally lets herself cry, allowing all the grief to wash away, but the battle isn’t over. The IT has her brother, Charles Wallace, and only Meg can save him. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">While her father and Calvin manage to get away, Meg refuses to go with them. She would never leave her brother. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">I will not lie, the final battle in this version of the story is brutal. The IT speaks harsh words through Charles Wallace, and tosses Meg like a rag doll. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">But Meg is determined to save her brother. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">What does she have that the IT doesn’t? What can she do to save her brother?</span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">She loves him. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">As the IT continues to use her brother against her, Meg screams at him, “You love me Charles Wallace, and I deserve to be loved!” </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">It is that declaration that brings her brother back, and destroys the IT entirely. Charles rushes to his sister as the evil mind bursts into light. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">Mrs. Who, Mrs Which and Mrs Whatsit return, and they congratulate Meg on her success. She knows her own brilliance now, and she is able to lead them with no pain. She has become a warrior. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">She returns home, and brings her father to her mother, and thanks Calvin for taking the journey with her. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"> As she watches the happy scene of her family reunited she whispers, “Thank you” to the universe. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; min-height: 15px;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"></span><br></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">So how did I react to this story? With my entire heart. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">I have been fighting a battle with darkness for a long time. My brother’s Autism.</span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">We all have fights with siblings, and we get angry at them. We tell them that they hurt us. Autistic siblings don’t always understand this, and that has been a struggle for me my whole life. Meltdowns, harsh words and lack of empathy. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">Confused and lost, I shut myself away from others. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">I was like Meg, closed off, sad and angry. And yes, I was bullied like Meg was too. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">So many kids are mistreated in school, and that can scar them for life. I hope they all draw inspiration from Meg in this film. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">There are times when I must remember, the Autism is not my brother. He doesn’t always understand. And yes, I love him. I love him deeply, and I would never leave him behind. But I have a right to speak up for myself too. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">I was with Meg on that battlefield screaming those words, and I left the movie theatre with a newfound strength. I had become a warrior. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">The Murrys are a wonderful family, and not without their faults. But faults can save us. Meg’s faults saved her. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">While the IT told her all that was wrong with her, Meg proudly stated that she was all that and more. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">The Murrys all possess a powerful love for each other that transcends time and space. Love is the frequency that binds them together, no matter where they are. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">My family and I have been told how amazing it is that we stick together. We do because we have that love. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">There is no book on Autism, and there is no direct type of Autism. It is still a mystery, but that mystery is just a part of my family and my life. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">We all have the ability to love beyond faults. We all have the ability to see beyond labels. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">I don’t care what the critics say about this movie. I thought it was beautiful. The diverse cast was amazing and most importantly, the message hit home. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">It’s all about the power of love, and how it reaches no matter where you are. It’s universal and beautiful. Love can overcome anything. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; min-height: 15px;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"></span><br></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">I could rate this movie, but I have a personal bias that ties me to it. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">All I can do, is look up at the stars, and whisper “Thank you” to the universe. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; min-height: 15px;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"></span><br></p>Sarah Goldenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130024304675806142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5463981268881984582.post-21864002692469833992018-02-18T17:28:00.001-08:002018-02-18T17:39:32.041-08:00Black Panther: A spoiler free review<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSHPkOJAIbsfeYHnOu_mgsRbev3e5DFNqgcEya_uJiDVcuw9I6LXoAyeL9UiDyBJcYU0TUcg6EqedKoysFM9stj9CRe1nlMwfrRgnxjCSqdtmwLcYbiA4Hn-Ss42jjCMMZnI03_ktICCC4/s640/blogger-image--1195527630.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSHPkOJAIbsfeYHnOu_mgsRbev3e5DFNqgcEya_uJiDVcuw9I6LXoAyeL9UiDyBJcYU0TUcg6EqedKoysFM9stj9CRe1nlMwfrRgnxjCSqdtmwLcYbiA4Hn-Ss42jjCMMZnI03_ktICCC4/s640/blogger-image--1195527630.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">I saw Black Panther last night and I was caught like an antelope in headlights. The movie itself is a gorgeous representation of African folklore, culture and the people of Africa. From the music to the costumes and the details on set, Black Panther offers an amazing look at the lives of warriors, princesses and of course a good king. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">The characters are memorable and well dimensioned. Even the villain of this story is not what he seems to be. Of </span><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;">course the special effects are great, the plot is well crafted and the women are represented as strong and resourceful characters.</span><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"> </span></p><div><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><br></span></div>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">What I loved most about the film though were the mythical elements interwoven in the story that tie to African fairytales and mythology. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">The goddess Bast is mentioned, but the journey T’challa makes throughout the film echoes the spiritual path of great warrior tales in legends. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">The focus on the importance of ancestors and carrying the role of those who came before is an important plot point and it is one of my favorite scenes in the film. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">The country of Wakanda carries traditional customs and characteristics of historic African tribes. The introduction to African shamanism plays a role in the film that follows T’challa’s character growth and ties tradition to modern day culture. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">I don't want to spoil the film, and I want to make sure that I discuss this film with the respect it deserves. But I will say this:</span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">The film deserves all the recognition it has and more, and the representation of an entire culture is a story worth telling. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">Five out of five claws. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; min-height: 15px;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"></span><br></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">Before I wrote this review, I watched this video to better understand the customs and traditions represented in the film: </span></p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><br></span></p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><a href="https://youtu.be/uAZh5wu4dEU">https://youtu.be/uAZh5wu4dEU</a></span></p>
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<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; min-height: 15px;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"></span><br></p></div>Sarah Goldenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130024304675806142noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5463981268881984582.post-88621380137362650142017-04-16T11:13:00.001-07:002017-04-16T12:50:47.150-07:00Taking a Shot: A Riarkle Fanfiction<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKxlx9pVsoeXST64jikuumuAAx2dAIQEa8ABF3jogCHUUU3shdiQfOv3TZi3r0qt7RMTQuusXXxKhoyz8KIrmABOqqjjsexbN6Vn44gZukqsuBxZ8xhYUlL0-021R8k6P78gLdfR4s-AoF/s640/blogger-image--1122474292.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKxlx9pVsoeXST64jikuumuAAx2dAIQEa8ABF3jogCHUUU3shdiQfOv3TZi3r0qt7RMTQuusXXxKhoyz8KIrmABOqqjjsexbN6Vn44gZukqsuBxZ8xhYUlL0-021R8k6P78gLdfR4s-AoF/s640/blogger-image--1122474292.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">Request: </span></p></div><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue'; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="font-family: HelveticaNeue-Light; -webkit-font-kerning: none;">Riarkle prompt please. Farkle decides to try out for lacrosse and Riley goes to his practice and cheers him on even though he's not that good</span><span style="font-family: HelveticaNeue-Light; font-size: 17px; -webkit-font-kerning: none;">.</span></p><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"What are we doing here?" Maya asked. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">Riley pulled her friend toward the bench. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">Riley took a seat in the stadium, watching the boys on the field. Lacrosse, an interesting sport, and one that she knew Farkle had been curious about. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"I'm not watching this," Maya said. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"Come on Maya, Farkle was there for my cheerleading tryouts." </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"Yeah, I don't think I could ever forget that. Did you really take the coach's doughnut?" </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">Riley laughed. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"Yeah, that was a fun day," Riley said as Maya looked at her. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"Maybe it was fun for you," Maya said, crossing her arms. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"It was, and today Farkle needs our support," Riley told the restless blonde. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"But he didn't tell us about this," Maya said, finally sitting down. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"I know," Riley replied, folding her hands in her lap, "That's why we're here." </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">Maya looked at Riley, and Riley raised a brow. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"How many times is Farkle there for us?" she asked her. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"Well there was that time freshman year," Maya said. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">Riley sighed. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"Well, I'm here for Farkle, and you should be too. Didn't you say he's always been there for us?" Riley asked, looking pointedly at Maya. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"Yeah, okay. You're right," Maya said with a sigh. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">The game began, and Riley spotted Farkle wearing a number ten jersey, holding a lacrosse stick and looking nervous. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"Yeah, he's dead meat," Maya said. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"Maya!" Riley scolded, "Is that anyway to support someone?" </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">Maya shrugged. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"I said the same thing about you, Riles," Maya told her, "when you tried out for cheerleading." </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">As the game began, Riley watched the players take their positions. She spotted Farkle immediately and when the whistle blew, she held her breath. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">From what Riley read, Lacrosse could be a dangerous sport. As she watched Farkle, she thought about the probability of injury. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">Suddenly, the ball landed right in front of him. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"Go, Farkle!" Riley shouted. It might have been a mistake.</span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">Farkle looked at her, his eyes wide, and then he saw the ball in front of him. He scooped it up in the lacrosse stick and made his way toward the other players. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">As a player from the other team tackled Farkle, Riley winced. He had lost the ball. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">As Farkle stood up, Riley smiled. He was okay. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">The whistle blew as the other team scored a goal, and Riley sighed. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"Maybe you shouldn't have cheered so loud," Maya told her. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"Why?" Riley asked.</span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">Maya sighed. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"You really don't know, do you, Riles?" </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">Riley just looked at her. When Maya didn't say anything, she turned away to face the field again. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">She could tell Farkle was nervous, because his leg was shaking. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"Well, now's a good time then," Riley said, "Before they blow the whistle." </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">She took a deep breath, then stood up in the stands. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">She remembered the cheer from halloween, years ago. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"Farkle! Farkle! Gonna Sparkle!" She cheered. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">Maya groaned. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">But Riley watched Farkle. His leg stopped shaking, and he smiled. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"Huh," Maya said, "How did you know that would work?" She asked Riley. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"Because he's Farkle," Riley said. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">The whistle blew, and the game started again. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">Riley watched as Farkle moved a lot smoother on the field.</span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"Riles," Maya said, "he's doing better." </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"Of course he is," Riley said. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">They watched the game, and when the ball landed in front of Farkle again, he scooped it up without hesitation, and ran. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">Riley's heart raced as Farkle made his way toward the goal. The other team chasing after him. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">When he stood in front of the goalie, Riley tensed. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"Take the shot!" Riley shouted, and Maya smiled. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">Farkle shot the ball in the net, and Riley clapped and cheered. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">She looked over at Maya who was smiling. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"I never thought I'd see the day," Maya said, "Farkle. An athlete." </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"Maya," Riley said with a laugh, "Don't you remember eighth grade?" </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"Barely," Maya said. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"Nothing's impossible if you take a shot," Riley told her. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"And Farkle just did," Maya said. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"Yeah," Riley replied, "he did." </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">Riley ran toward Farkle when the game was over. He averted her gaze until she gently lifted his chin. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"Farkle?" Riley asked, "What's wrong?" </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"We lost, Riley!" Farkle said, his frustration echoing in his tone. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"I know," Riley replied. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"So, why are you smiling?" he asked. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"Because you scored a goal, Farkle," Riley said. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"Yeah, I did, but we didn't win," Farkle said. "I might not make the team." </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">Riley sighed. She knew that Farkle was too hard on himself. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"Farkle," Riley said, "answer honestly. Did you ever think you'd score a goal today?" </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"No," Farkle said. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"But you did. Do you know why?" </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"I don't know." </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"Because you took a shot, Farkle. You tried. You learned." </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"But we didn't win." </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"That doesn't matter," Riley said. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"Yeah I know," Farkle replied, "It doesn't matter to you, but it will to the coach." </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"I'm sure the coach will say something, but you should be proud. You just did something that you thought was impossible." </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">Farkle stared at her for a moment. Her brown eyes shown in admiration. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"You're right," Farkle said with a grin, "I did." </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"Yeah, that was pretty cool, Farkle," Maya said. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"Thanks guys. That means a lot." </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"I knew you could do it," Riley said, tilting her head. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"Why?" Farkle asked. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"Because, you're Farkle," Riley said. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"But we lost because I'm not strong," Farkle said, "I probably didn't make the team." </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">Riley shook her head. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"Whether you make the team or not, you are strong, Farkle. Do you know why?" </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">Farkle just stared at her. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"Why?" Farkle asked, his eyes searching hers. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"Because you tried," Riley said. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"But that's not strength, Riley." </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"It is," Riley told him, "just not the usual kind. One that is often overlooked." </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"Are you just saying that?" Farkle asked. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"No, I'm not," Riley said, " Farkle, once you focus on a goal, you never give up. That kind of strength is not something you see every day." </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"I guess that's true," Farkle said, "but I still have one question." </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">Riley's brows furrowed. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"How did you guys know I was here?"</span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"Riley figured it out," Maya said with a smile. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"But I didn't tell anyone," Farkle told them, "I didn't want you to see me lose." </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"You didn't have to tell us, Farkle," Riley said. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"Riley wanted to be there for you," Maya said. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"Just like you've been there for me," Riley told him, "I hope you're not upset."</span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"I'm not upset, Riley," Farkle said, "but I am confused." </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"Do you remember what happened when I tried out for cheerleading?" Riley asked. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">Farkle winced. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"I don't think I'll forget it," he answered truthfully. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"You guys were there for me, even though I failed over and over again." </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"But you tried, again and again," Farkle said with a smile. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"No matter how hard we tried to convince you to stop," Maya said. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"That's right. I'm stubborn that way," Riley said. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"So, I guess Riley wanted to return the favor," Maya said, "But she wasn't surprised when you scored a goal." </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"You weren't?" Farkle asked. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">Riley shook her head and smiled. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"Why?" He asked her. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"Because, I knew you would do your best," Riley said. "I'm proud of you, Farkle."</span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">Farkle smiled, and Riley hugged him. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"Thanks, Riley." Farkle told her. </span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial;"><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;">"Anytime," Riley replied. </span></p><div><span style="-webkit-font-kerning: none;"><br></span></div></div></div>Sarah Goldenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130024304675806142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5463981268881984582.post-55796434126336689512017-03-19T09:50:00.001-07:002017-03-19T11:42:24.912-07:00Beauty and the Beast 2017: A Movie Review<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_hoegyGC84vc8TFhBEsG3FzCB7D1gULJ9BGK4e80fLd3JlknEjRQ_FBZiyj3urwQgXqJphC6Z7lO0yzTJuSGEfC7JZo-eMjLl2bAqTMO8RlX45cIexfadDR_g0MsqmbjkS5GZpPioonaB/s640/blogger-image-1783236974.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_hoegyGC84vc8TFhBEsG3FzCB7D1gULJ9BGK4e80fLd3JlknEjRQ_FBZiyj3urwQgXqJphC6Z7lO0yzTJuSGEfC7JZo-eMjLl2bAqTMO8RlX45cIexfadDR_g0MsqmbjkS5GZpPioonaB/s640/blogger-image-1783236974.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Beauty and the Beast has always been my favorite fairytale. Of all the stories I read, this one appeared to be as close to a real representation of love as a fairytale could be. Two outcasts, trapped in worlds that don't accept who they are, find comfort and solace in eachother through the relationship they build over time. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">As a live action adaption of the 1991 beloved animated classic, the story, music and casting did this movie justice. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">There were a few complaints that I heard of before I saw the film: </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Emma Watson's singing</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The animation of the Beast</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Belle's ballgown etc.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Emma Watson didn't have a strong singing voice, but I liked how pure it sounded. The animation of the Beast could have been better, but I didn't mind. As for the ballgown, I loved that when Belle twirled, it looked like a rose blooming. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">(Fun fact: Emma Watson requested a light and airy dress that was easy to move in. This emphasized the importance of freedom to Belle's story.) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I guess if I were to complain about one thing, it would be the fact that Belle didn't walk "with her nose stuck in a book" during the village scene.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">For me, the film was more than I could ever ask for in a remake. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We witness the history of the characters, and we learn and grow with them. The songs that were added to the film give it an extra dimension that builds the world of the story. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We learn why the Beast was so beastly in the first place, and we see what Gaston hides behind his vain mask. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">One of my favorite additions to the story was the fact that Belle (Beauty) asks her father for a rose as a keepsake from his journey. This is true to the original fairy tale and also influences Beauty to take her father's place. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> All the original songs are there, including the best version of "Gaston" I have ever seen. But the addition of the Beast's ballad, "Evermore" will break your heart if you have one. The melody "Home" from the broadway musical is also used in a few important moments and an element of travel was woven throughout the imagery and the theme of the narrative. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Without giving away spoilers, I give this film five out of five enchanted roses. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Nothing will ever replace the original, but I couldn't have asked for a more beautiful tribute to a tale as old as time. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3jyap1-3xw4HwK3Bowi-ZolMWniuiZhYu726cocX6h6jwPeSdl4WE0n6PstPPcFAXMCHYzhyA3rA97Y7jAHeAcMIDFj-LMpzgUvSV68MoW66mWvupIjVnkA21NiBoIXTsp2HlREWzLYch/s640/blogger-image-52377719.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3jyap1-3xw4HwK3Bowi-ZolMWniuiZhYu726cocX6h6jwPeSdl4WE0n6PstPPcFAXMCHYzhyA3rA97Y7jAHeAcMIDFj-LMpzgUvSV68MoW66mWvupIjVnkA21NiBoIXTsp2HlREWzLYch/s640/blogger-image-52377719.jpg"></a></div><br></div></div></div>Sarah Goldenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130024304675806142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5463981268881984582.post-9132259737028203642017-02-14T16:21:00.001-08:002017-02-14T16:43:49.912-08:00Poetry: A Riarkle Fanfiction<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_COIUNkknwlqoNSGkPLMeR_pCQGKp6OxiS_2v7VZj40WKYNgPXZZEyBz-OKpA3u-LS4LpEZFki8zPdJV2DEtaOjLMiV_Zkx93xsfAKgjOAdPNeEN3r7-ngq-XiGO-YnbprLtYMjqLzHQq/s640/blogger-image-759229099.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_COIUNkknwlqoNSGkPLMeR_pCQGKp6OxiS_2v7VZj40WKYNgPXZZEyBz-OKpA3u-LS4LpEZFki8zPdJV2DEtaOjLMiV_Zkx93xsfAKgjOAdPNeEN3r7-ngq-XiGO-YnbprLtYMjqLzHQq/s640/blogger-image-759229099.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Riles?" Maya asked. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Riley stood, staring at a crumpled up piece of paper under Farkle's desk. She hadn't meant to pick it up, but she had heard Farkle scribbling furiously as her father went on and on about the history of Valentines Day. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">She wasn't with Lucas anymore, and Maya and Lucas had begun a relationship. It was an easier transition for Riley than she expected, and she was happy for both of her friends. It was Farkle she was worried about. Once he and Smackle broke up, a month ago, she knew Farkle hadn't been the same. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It was hard not to notice his fidgeting while they were in class. She sat next to him after all, but his behavior in class was even more strange lately. He had scribbled and scribbled all during class, and her father hadn't even called on him once to answer a question. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">When the bell rang, Farkle hurried out the door, and a piece of paper fell from the desk. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Riley waited until the class had cleared out before she bent down to pick up the crumbled piece of paper. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It reminded her of a day, not too long ago when her father had encouraged them to write something impossible on a piece of paper, and then crumple it up and take a shot at throwing the very idea that it was impossible away. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It was a day that she would never forget. She wanted a Cory and Topanga story. Farkle had wanted to be an athlete, but what did Farkle want now?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Her heart pounded as she slowly opened the paper. She stood and smoothed the wrinkles out across his desk. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It was a poem. She read it quietly: </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> "Every day I look and see </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">A beautiful girl who sits next to me</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">This girl will always have my heart</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Because she is pretty... </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">and very smart." </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The last two lines were scribbled out, but she noticed her name at the end</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Riley Matthews" </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Farkle loved her? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Riles!" </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">She jumped. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Oh, Maya, sorry. I was, distracted." </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"By this?" Maya asked. She snatched the page out of Riley's hand with a grin, but when she read the words, her grin faded. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Farkle wrote this?" Maya asked. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Riley nodded. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"And it looks like it's about you..." Maya said. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"But that's just not possible." Riley said, shaking her head. "Because he loved Smackle." </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> Maya looked at her. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"It's very possible Riley. In fact, it makes a lot of sense." </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"No it doesn't," Riley said. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"It does," Maya says, "Because I've seen the way he looks at you. Even Lucas mentioned it the other day." </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"That's crazy!" Riley said.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"What's crazy about it?" Maya asked, folding her arms and arching a brow.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Well, Farkle and I, we've been friends for a long time. And he promised, when we met him. He loves us both the same." </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Yet my name isn't in this poem," Maya said pointedly. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Riley sighed. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"That's not the point," Riley told her. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Okay then," Maya asked, "What is the point?" </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"The point is he can't know I found this." </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Well, it is Valentine's Day," Maya said with a smirk. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"You don't think-" Riley said. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"I do think this is related to Valentine's Day," Maya said, "Why wouldn't it be? Anyway, that's not the point. The point is, how do you feel about Farkle, Riley?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Riley blushed. But no words came out of her mouth. How did she feel about him? It was difficult to grasp. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">She cared for him, a lot. She knew that. From the moment she saw him hiding in the janitor's closet to the time she learned the truth about Farkle's ancestry, Riley could barely control her heart when she was around him. She just knew when he needed her. And she would be there. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">When Riley was upset, Farkle just knew, and he would be there, climbing through the bay window for a long talk about... everything. There was something there. Was it love? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"I'm going to the library for a while," Riley told Maya, "I'll catch up with you later." </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Maya nodded. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Try not to think too much about it, Riles," Maya said. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"I'll try," Riley said, "I just want to be alone for now." </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Okay," Maya said. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">She handed Riley the poem and started to walk away. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Maya!" Riley said. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Maya turned to face her. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Please don't tell Farkle, about any of this," </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"I won't," Maya said. "This is something for you two to figure out," </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Riley nodded. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"You remember Science class?" Maya asked, "When you two passed and we all failed?" </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Yeah," Riley said, her heart pounding. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"I think it happened for a reason," Maya said, "Just something to keep in mind." </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Riley nodded. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">As Maya walked out, Riley grabbed her back pack and stuffed the paper inside it. She headed toward the library, her mind reeling with questions. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">How long? How was it possible? Had Farkle learned to understand love? Why was she so afraid? Was he afraid too? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">She set her bag down and pulled out a blank notebook. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">How did she feel about Farkle? How would she know her own heart? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">She pulled out a pen, opened the notebook to a blank sheet, and wrote Farkle's name on the top of the paper. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Farkle Minkus" </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">What did that name mean to her? The words felt heavy as she wrote them. They had history. From the moment Farkle saved her life, when they were young, to the day he discovered he might have Autism. She would never forget his words, "Please don't let me not understand love." </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">His words echoed in her mind. When she had first heard such a thing, it confused her. Hadn't Farkle always claimed to love her and Maya? He was the sweetest boy she had ever known, the most kind and caring guy she knew. She remembered the slight pang in her chest when Farkle and Smackle shared a hug at the Bay Window. Farkle had told Riley that she would love again, and Riley had thought that was true, but the truth turned out to be something more strange and confusing. She had never stopped loving Farkle. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> She thought back to the argument they had on New Years. Farkle knew that Riley was covering up her own feelings. How? But her feelings weren't what Farkle claimed them to be. She could never reveal that, not when Farkle had appeared to be happy with Smackle. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">So she loved Farkle, but was she in love with him? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">She could never hurt Farkle, she had told him that, after their play of Romeo and Juliet, which became something else; Romeo and Juliet and Farkle. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">She had cheered him on. She would always cheer him on. She still did. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">She opened her eyes, and thought of the poem. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"This girl will always have my heart" </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Hadn't Farkle told her, several times that he would always be there for her? Hadn't he claimed that he truly would take her side no matter what she was fighting for? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">She thought back to the science experiment that only she and Farkle understood, because they were able to work together, despite their different views. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">They worked well together. They always had. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Riley sighed. What if she wrote back? Maybe by writing her own poem, she could understand just exactly what Farkle meant to her. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">How did Farkle's poem start again?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Every day I look and see" </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">What did she see? What was Farkle Minkus to Riley Matthews? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">She started to write: </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Every day I seem to find </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">A special boy in the back of my mind." </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">She thought about him a lot. More than she ever thought about anyone in her life. Farkle was special to her. She had known that, even when he wasn't able to see it himself. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Farkle had said always. Always. Was that how she felt too? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Yes. Riley cared for him, and she would always be there for him. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"This boy will always have my heart." </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It was true. She had never stopped caring for Farkle, and even when he made her mad, she never wanted anything bad to happen to him. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Because he is sweet and very smart." </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Both were true. Farkle was there when she needed him, and he was a genius. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"When he takes over the world," He still wanted to, after he learned who he was. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"I'll stand by him, as his girl." </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">She put the pen down and read the words she had just written. Each word was true, and as she stared at that truth, her mind and heart spoke. Head and heart. Sense and Sensibility. Her mind and her heart agreed. It was Farkle. It had always been Farkle. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">She couldn't deny that anymore. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Riley?" </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">She looked up. There was Farkle, books of poetry in his hands. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">She closed the notebook. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Farkle? What are you doing here?" </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Farkle laughed. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Well, <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">it's Valentines Day.</span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> I thought I'd practice writing poetry." He said. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Riley knew her cheeks were flushing. If he found that poem, she was done for. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"I didn't know you were interested in poetry," Riley said as Farkle set the books down and joined her at the study table. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Well, I want to tell someone how I feel, and according to history and literature, the best way is writing a poem." </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Riley nodded. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"I was working on a poem too," Riley said. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"You were?" Farkle asked. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Yes," she said, smiling at him. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Who's it for?" </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Riley's heart pounded, but she opened the notebook and turned it to face him. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Maybe you can figure it out," Riley said, "Because I need to know what you think of it." </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Farkle's eyes went wide as he read her words. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Riley," he said, "This sounds like-" </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Riley blushed as she handed him the crumpled piece of paper. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"I'd like to know what you wrote here," she said, pointing at the dark scribbles over the last two lines. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Riley," Farkle said, "Where did you find this?" </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"It was under your desk," Riley said. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Farkle's eyes met hers. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Riley are you serious?" Farkle asked, "Because if this is a trick," </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"It's not," Riley said. "What did you think of my poem?" </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Farkle blushed. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Your poem was very... nice, Riley. I never knew you, uh, well," </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"I'm glad you liked it, Farkle," Riley said, "I'd like to know the ending of your poem." </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">She handed him the pen, and pointed at the page. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Would you mind writing it down?" She asked. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"I will," Farkle said, "But it's not Shakespeare." </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Riley laughed. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"It doesn't need to be," she said. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The library was quiet as Farkle wrote the poem down. Riley could hear the scratch of the pen on the page. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">When Farkle put the pen down, his eyes met hers, and he slid the notebook back across the table. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"I wrote this poem in seventh grade," Farkle told her. "I was trying to change it, but honestly, it's still true." </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Riley smiled. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"My poem is also true, Farkle. It's always been true," Riley said. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Farkle smiled, and Riley blushed. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Farkle stood up. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Come with me," he said. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Riley stood. Their hands were still linked over the table. Farkle guided her across the way, so they wouldn't have to let go. Riley didn't want to let go. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">As she walked past the corner of the table, Farkle lead her to a bookshelf. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Poetry," Riley read out loud. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"I found one you might like," Farkle said softly, brushing his fingertips across the book spines. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">He pulled out a red book as Riley stepped closer, her shoulder touching his. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Love and Misadventure by Lang Leav," she read out loud. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">As Farkle held the book in one hand, Riley opened it with her other hand. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">He stopped at a short poem, but the title made Riley smile.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Always," she read. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"You were you," Farkle read, "And I was I."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"We were two," Riley read, "before our time."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"I was yours before I knew," Farkle said, "And you have always been mine too."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Riley smiled as they closed the book, and she met Farkle's gaze. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Her eyes dropped to his lips, and she heard his intake of breath.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Farkle closed his eyes as Riley kissed him. It was a soft kiss, simple and meaningful like the words they had read on the page. She tasted like strawberries and the subtle scent of roses overwhelmed him. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">When she pulled away, Farkle opened his eyes and smiled. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"I like poetry," he said, cupping her cheek.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Me too," Riley replied. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Farkle's eyes asked a question that Riley answered with a nod. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">He kissed her, and both got lost in the moment. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">When they pulled away, Farkle smiled. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Happy Valentines Day, Riley," he said, red tinting his cheeks. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Riley gave him a quick peck on the lips. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Happy Valentines Day, Farkle," she said. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEmnsArLPzlrbSGaHifxtGu0ttzys7VFZ_uwjJ_36aFkTnCaEoXpkGqN7EJOGxJeyZb_iLEvdSkhlY4JZQn3cZjPid_LrlhAz6DZa9fei0xCgDVoZLGYPGlJ24p34DwCfmHVTFerYm0V02/s640/blogger-image-2016566120.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEmnsArLPzlrbSGaHifxtGu0ttzys7VFZ_uwjJ_36aFkTnCaEoXpkGqN7EJOGxJeyZb_iLEvdSkhlY4JZQn3cZjPid_LrlhAz6DZa9fei0xCgDVoZLGYPGlJ24p34DwCfmHVTFerYm0V02/s640/blogger-image-2016566120.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div></div>Sarah Goldenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130024304675806142noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5463981268881984582.post-43419734346393625822017-01-27T15:36:00.001-08:002017-01-27T16:46:03.539-08:00Not Fine: A Riarkle Fanfiction<br />
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Riley woke to a rainy day. Her new window overlooked a busy street in London where people walked by with umbrellas of every color she could imagine. </div>
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Her father, Cory Matthews was making scrambled eggs, while her mother, Topanga Matthews typed away on her laptop at the table. Her brother Auggie texted Ava on his tablet while the sound of rain echoed in the kitchen. The tapping mimicked the pattering of raindrops. </div>
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Riley poured a glass of orange juice and checked her phone. No new messages. It had been a few days since she heard from Maya, who was focused on her studies and had hinted that she was trying to be nicer to Lucas. Her video chat with Farkle the other night was mostly a conversation about Smackle and the new science fair that the school would hold in a few weeks. Lucas emailed occasionally, asking about Riley's new school and whether she was happy. </div>
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"I'll be back," she said, barely glancing at her parents. </div>
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"Hey Farkle," Riley said, "Is everything okay?" </div>
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Riley paused. There was a weird tone in Farkle's voice, one she hadn't heard in a while. He sounded... angry. </div>
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"Of course I'm fine, Farkle" Riley said, "I told you that last night." </div>
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"I saw your face, remember?" Farkle said. </div>
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"Yeah, that's why it's a video chat," Riley said, trying to lighten the mood. </div>
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"Yes, Farkle?"</div>
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"Stop lying. You're not fine. I know you're not." </div>
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"Okay, Farkle," Riley said. </div>
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"How do you really feel?" Farkle asked. </div>
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"What?" Riley asked as a tear rolled down her face. </div>
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"Tell the truth," Farkle said. </div>
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The sound of the rain got louder as Riley closed her eyes, letting all the emotions she pushed back fall like rain drops from her eye lashes.</div>
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"Farkle," she said, "It's your birthday today. Maya and I were going to call you, together to chat like old times. I don't want you seeing me like this, hearing my voice shake." </div>
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"Okay," Riley said, "I'm not okay, Farkle. I haven't been okay since we got here. I mean London isn't all bad, but it's not all good either. It's not the same without my friends. Without you." </div>
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The umbrella stopped. One black umbrella nearly ran into it. The red one moved slowly out of the way of the people on the sidewalk, and it stopped next to a tree out of the walkway. </div>
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"I know I'm supposed to start over, and that my parents wanted to take this opportunity. I know I need to support their decision, whatever they decide, but I can't pretend this was what I wanted. It's selfish, I know it is. It's also irresponsible, and lazy. I mean I have tried to make friends, and I've tried to be the happy Riley that everyone wants, but it's more difficult now than it's ever been before. I can't help feeling like it was the wrong decision." </div>
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"Why?" Farkle asked, softly. </div>
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"Because, Uncle Eric told us that day to listen to the heart. I'm not sure we did," Riley told him. </div>
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"What does your heart say?" Farkle asked. </div>
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Riley blinked.</div>
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"My heart is sad Farkle, very sad. Very lonely. So lonely that my mind can't distract it. I don't feel like I belong here at all." </div>
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As soon as the words escaped her, Riley knew she would never be able to take them back. She wouldn't be able to deny it anymore. </div>
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"I know you're sad, Riley," Farkle said, "Can you do me a favor?" </div>
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"Of course!" Riley said, "It's your birthday." </div>
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"Go outside, in front of your flat." </div>
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"But it's raining," Riley said. </div>
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"I know," Farkle said. </div>
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The phone clicked and Riley looked at the screen. </div>
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Farkle had hung up. </div>
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She looked at the red umbrella, still stagnant, next to the tree. </div>
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She wiped her eyes, grabbed her jacket and walked out of her room. </div>
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"Just a walk," Riley said. </div>
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Riley nodded and walked to the coat hangar and umbrella box near the door. </div>
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She grabbed the black one, closest to the doorway. The rain was falling harder now, as she opened the door. She didn't even know what she was looking for, a sign from the universe maybe? Possibly a letter in the mail. What she didn't expect, was Farkle Minkus, standing under a red umbrella, waiting underneath a tree. </div>
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She looked left and right, then ran. He stood, waiting as she rushed toward him. </div>
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"Farkle!" She shouted. </div>
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He turned toward her, and she saw tears in his eyes. </div>
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"Farkle? What's wrong?" </div>
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Riley dropped the black umbrella on the ground next to them. Her hand slowly cupped his cheek. A tear trailed across her fingertips. </div>
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"Riley," Farkle said. </div>
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His blue eyes focused on her, and she felt his pain. </div>
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More tears fell, and Riley found her own running down her cheek. </div>
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Farkle wiped a tear away with his thumb. And Riley stood still, shocked at the tenderness of his touch. </div>
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"Farkle," she said, "Please tell me, what's wrong?" </div>
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"Don't you know, Riley?" Farkle asked. </div>
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Riley waited, her thumb stroking a tear from his cheek. </div>
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"You're gone! You left," Farkle said, "I never wanted you to leave." </div>
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"I never wanted to leave, Farkle. But I had to go with my family. It was my mother's choice, not mine." </div>
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"But you're not okay!" Farkle said, "And I'm not okay! I wish I had never learned about Belgium 1831." </div>
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Riley stepped forward and her hand slipped from his cheek. She wrapped her arms around him. </div>
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"I'm here Farkle. I'm here, and I'll always be here for you. No matter where I am." </div>
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As the rain fell, pattering on the red umbrella, Farkle slowly wrapped his arms around her, and the umbrella was pressed between them.</div>
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"Riley, I don't want you to stay here. You deserve to be happy." </div>
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"You deserve happiness too, Farkle," Riley said, "aren't you excited about the science project that you've been working on, with Smackle?" </div>
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Riley moved to look at him, but Farkle held her tightly. </div>
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"Farkle?" She asked. </div>
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"I'm not with Smackle anymore," Farkle said. </div>
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"I'm so sorry, Farkle," Riley told him, she rubbed his back. </div>
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Farkle pulled away from her, his eyes searching hers. </div>
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"Do you mean that?" he asked her. </div>
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"Yes. You were trying to understand love," Riley said, "And I pushed you. I know I did. I'm sorry Farkle. I just wanted you to be happy." </div>
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"I know you did, Riley," Farkle said, "That's what I learned. That's what brought me here." </div>
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"What do you mean?" Riley asked him. </div>
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"You know what I mean," Farkle said. </div>
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"But I'm here, in London. And I could have a boyfriend you don't know about," Riley said, looking away. </div>
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"Do you?" Farkle asked, "answer honestly." </div>
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Riley slowly looked up at him. </div>
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"No," Riley said, "I don't," </div>
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"That's good to hear," Farkle said. She felt his sigh of relief as he pulled her toward him. </div>
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"Farkle," Riley said, "What do you want for your birthday?" </div>
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"I want you to be happy," Farkle said. </div>
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Riley pulled away from him. </div>
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"I'll be happy, when you're happy," she said. </div>
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"Okay," Farkle told her, "Then, may I kiss you?" </div>
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Her first kiss, according to Maya. Was it? She certainly remembered that moment more than the quick peck she gave Lucas on the subway. It was a feeling she denied for fear that her feelings were not returned. That Farkle would only ever see her as the sun to Maya's night. Always loving her and Maya the same, equally. </div>
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"Riley?" Farkle's eyes pleaded for an answer. She blushed. </div>
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"Yes, Farkle," she said, "but I'm sorry that I'm a mess." </div>
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"Do you mean that?" Farkle asked. </div>
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"That I'm a mess?" Riley said with a nervous laugh, "Yes, I mean that." </div>
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"No. You're not a mess Riley. Do you mean that I can kiss you?" Farkle asked. </div>
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"Of course Farkle," Riley said, tilting her head at him, "Why would I lie to you?" </div>
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The kiss was gentle at first, and then it grew more passionate. Farkle needed her. She felt that, and she was amazed to discover that she needed him too. She kissed back, locking her arms around his neck. She held on, otherwise she risked falling into the whirlpool of emotion they both created. </div>
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When Farkle pulled away, they were both breathing hard, overwhelmed by the moment. </div>
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Farkle pressed her to his chest, and she let the tears fall freely, her body shook with sobs. </div>
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"Riley, I love you. I want you to be happy," Farkle said, "That's what love is. That's the bigger picture that I missed. I've always loved you Riley." </div>
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"I love you too, Farkle," Riley said, "I miss you. It scares me how much I miss you. It's not the same, any of it. It just feels so wrong, Farkle. Being here, hiding how I feel. But this." </div>
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"This feels right. It's always felt right, Farkle." </div>
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"Riley, we'll figure this out," Farkle said. "But you're coming to visit this summer in the mean time." </div>
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"Okay," Riley said, "Hey, now that you're here, what do you want to do for your birthday?" </div>
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"I want to spend time with you," Farkle said. </div>
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"You have me all day," she said, "And I bet my parents will let you sleep over, in the living room." </div>
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"Um, about that," Farkle said, "I called your dad last week, and Maya. So, they already know." </div>
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"You really are a genius," she said. </div>
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She took his hand and laced his fingers with hers. </div>
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"Well, then," Riley said, "I think you'll love the museum here, and we have to go downtown and see the sights." </div>
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"Okay," Farkle said, "I'm here for the weekend. We have until Monday." </div>
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"Even better," Riley said, "I can't wait to show you Big Ben, and the Eye and we have to go to a phone booth." </div>
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"Before we do any of that," Farkle said, "Can I have one more kiss?" </div>
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Without hesitation, Riley put her arms around him and kissed him gently, the rain was still falling, and they were soaked to the shoulders, but neither of them cared. </div>
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"Thank you," Farkle said. </div>
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"Anything else, Farkle?" Riley asked. </div>
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He kissed her again, and she giggled when they pulled away. </div>
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"I missed that laugh," Farkle said. </div>
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"I missed something too," Riley said. </div>
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"Yeah?" Farkle asked. </div>
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Riley waited. </div>
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Riley nodded. </div>
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Sarah Goldenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130024304675806142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5463981268881984582.post-5588796686972486262017-01-04T16:27:00.001-08:002017-01-04T18:29:16.253-08:00A Prince For Ms. Matthews: A Riarkle Fanfiction<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUEa4T_FDF8WPVFbcU4TWuWQI4x_6o7A8PiCaNqXc4wQCHOlhFStxvcBMQmVZWdDuWOqgaqctoG-Ag2DtarbArdPwbx5krQwYel-acPqoUPRvRWLFWmzKKqSmuyedNG2-PldXdgtznoRht/s640/blogger-image--1525051125.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUEa4T_FDF8WPVFbcU4TWuWQI4x_6o7A8PiCaNqXc4wQCHOlhFStxvcBMQmVZWdDuWOqgaqctoG-Ag2DtarbArdPwbx5krQwYel-acPqoUPRvRWLFWmzKKqSmuyedNG2-PldXdgtznoRht/s640/blogger-image--1525051125.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><p style="margin: 1em 0px 0px; line-height: 1.6;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> Request: </span></p><p style="margin: 1em 0px 0px; line-height: 1.6;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Riley accidentally tells her fifth grade class that she’s in love with Farkle. However she doesn’t give names, but her class won’t stop asking questions about the guy she likes. And unfortunately Farkle is scheduled to come that day to talk to her class.</span></p></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>"Ms. Matthews?" </div><div>Riley looked up from the quiz she was grading. </div><div>A young girl with her blonde hair in a braid stared at her.</div><div>The class had been quiet during their reading time, and she knew that a guest speaker would be there to talk with them soon. Principal Harper hadn't said who the speaker was, but Riley liked to think she was prepared for anything. </div><div>"Yes, Ashley?" she asked. </div><div>It was Riley's idea to give the class reading time early. That way, they would be calm enough to respect the guest speaker. </div><div>"I have a question," Ashley said, holding a book in her hand. </div><div>Riley smiled at her. </div><div>"What's your question?" she asked. </div><div>"Why aren't you married?" Ashley asked. </div><div>Riley blushed, but she also knew how blunt children could be. At times, it was almost endearing. There was something about how the truth always came out when children spoke. </div><div>"Well," Riley said, "You know that book you're reading?" </div><div>Riley pointed to the bright green chapter book in the girl's hands. A princess in a bright pink dress stared at a green frog, sitting on top of a well. </div><div>Ashley nodded. </div><div>"You remember how the princess has to kiss a frog to turn him back?" </div><div>Ashley nodded again. </div><div>"So far, I have found a lot of frogs, but no princes," Riley told her. </div><div>Ashley laughed. </div><div>A boy with red hair, Billy, looked up from his book. </div><div>"My mom says you have to kiss all the frogs until you find a prince," Billy said. </div><div>Riley shook her head. </div><div>"That's not a good idea," she said, "Because then you'll just have a pile of frogs around you! Who wants that?" </div><div>The class laughed. </div><div>"So what would a prince be like to you?" Ashley asked her. </div><div>Riley felt a pang in her chest. She had once dreamed of finding a hero, but he wasn't what she thought he was. And by the time she noticed that her prince had been there all along, it was too late.</div><div>Still, as the class looked at her, waiting for an explanation, Riley found that she couldn't lie. </div><div>"Well," Riley said, placing her red pen on the desk- "to me a prince would be kind, smart and loving." </div><div>"But what would he look like?" Ashley asked. </div><div>Riley sighed. There would be no way around this. You could never satisfy a young, curious mind. </div><div> "He would be tall, with brown hair and blue eyes." </div><div>"What would he wear?" </div><div>Riley smiled. </div><div>"Orange," she said, "My prince would wear orange, and he would be from Mars." </div><div>"That's not possible!" Billy said, "How could he be from Mars?" </div><div>"My mom told me that all men are from there," A raven haired girl, Vivian replied, putting her chapter book down. </div><div>"Is he an alien?" Another boy with blonde hair, Steven asked. </div><div>Riley smiled at the sci-fi book he had in his hands.</div><div>By now the whole class had given up on their stories, and they were far more interested in hers. </div><div>She looked at the clock. When would the presentation start? Riley had not planned to speak of her love life in front of the entire class, and she couldn't even bear to think of what would happen if the principal heard this conversation. </div><div>"What would his name be?" Vivian asked</div><div>A knock came on the door. </div><div>Riley sighed in relief. She was saved. </div><div>Principal Harper walked in. </div><div>"Are you ready Ms. Matthews?" she said. </div><div>"Ready, Principal Harper," Riley said with a smile. She was more than ready at that point. Any more questions, and she would have been as red as the apple on her desk. </div><div>"Ms. Matthews," Principal Harper said. "Our guest speaker is here, and he's ready." </div><div>"Great," Riley said, hoping the Prince topic would die quickly. </div><div>"He'll need to use the projector," Principal Harper said, "Were you able to get it fixed?" </div><div>"Oh," Riley said, blushing. She had been so distracted with the class conversation, that she had forgotten. </div><div>"It should work," Riley said. </div><div>She got a stepping stool and placed it directly below the projector. As a class, they used it rarely, since Riley enjoyed teaching with chalk like her father did. </div><div>They used it so little in fact, that Riley had hung their solar system project right next to it. Vibrant styrofoam planets brushed against her as she turned the projector on. </div><div>"Maybe you should move that," Principal Harper said. </div><div>Riley laughed. </div><div>"Okay. You don't have to wait for me though, it's rude to keep a guest speaker waiting." </div><div>"If you're sure," Harper told her, but Riley didn't reply. She was very focused on pulling the hangar from one of the ceiling tiles next to the projector. </div><div>The door opened and Riley heard the class clap and cheer.</div><div>"It's a prince!" Vivian shouted. </div><div>Riley blushed. Apparently the topic wasn't over. </div><div>"Is she alright?" A male voice asked. The voice seemed familiar to her somehow.</div><div>Riley was too embarrassed to turn around, and the stubborn ceiling tile didn't want to budge. </div><div>"She's fine," Principal Harper said, "She just wanted to move that display for you." </div><div>"Well, I can help," the male voice said. </div><div>Riley's heart skipped a beat. She heard footsteps behind her. </div><div>"That's okay," Riley said, "I've almost got it." </div><div>She tugged on the hangar, and it finally broke free, but she lost her balance and her foot slipped on the stepping stool. </div><div>She would have fallen, were it not for the strong arms that caught her. </div><div>"Are you alright?" The now very familiar voice asked. </div><div>Riley slowly opened her eyes, and she was stunned to see bright blue eyes staring at her underneath creased eyebrows and short brown hair. She blinked and noticed the NASA name tag on his shoulder.</div><div>She was in the arms of Farkle Minkus. </div><div>The planets brushed against them as Riley realized she was still holding the planet display above her head. Pluto tickled her nose as Farkle brushed Mars aside. </div><div>"Riley?" he asked. </div><div>"Farkle?" Riley asked. </div><div>They stayed there, just staring, until Principal Harper cleared her throat. </div><div>"Ms. Matthews found her prince!" Ashley said. </div><div>"Prince?" Farkle asked. </div><div>Riley blushed and steadied herself, she pushed away from him. </div><div>"I'm sorry about that," Riley said, "We don't use the projector very much." </div><div>"Are you alright?" Farkle asked. </div><div>"Yes. Thank you, for catching me," Riley said with a blush. </div><div>"He's wearing orange," Billy said. </div><div>Billy was right. Farkle stood there, briefcase in hand, wearing a black suit with an orange buttoned shirt. </div><div>"Are you from Mars?" Steven asked. </div><div>Farkle laughed.</div><div>"No," he told the boy, "but I plan to go there someday. Are you guys ready to learn about space?" </div><div>The class cheered. </div><div>Riley put the stepping stool away and walked toward the corner of the blackboard. </div><div>Farkle set his bag down on her desk, along with his laptop. </div><div>Riley couldn't help but smile. Of course he would have the latest technology. </div><div>As Farkle opened the laptop, he turned to Riley, </div><div>"Do you mind if I..." he said, picking up her nametag. </div><div>"One second," Riley said. </div><div>She took the name tag, and found a black marker. </div><div>She flipped it over and wrote "Farkle" in big letters. </div><div>When she set it down on the desk, away from the computer, Farkle smiled at her. </div><div>"Thanks," he said. </div><div>Riley smiled back. </div><div>"Do you need anything?" Riley asked him. </div><div>"Could you close the blinds?" Farkle said, "For this to work, it needs to be dark." </div><div>Riley nodded and closed the blinds. Harper placed a piece of construction paper over the window on the door. </div><div>"Perfect," Farkle said. </div><div>Riley heard a click, and then the stars and the planets surrounded her.</div><div>The children gasped. </div><div>"Welcome to the universe," Farkle said, "We are just one speck in a thing called space. Who knows the name of the planets? </div><div>The kids raised their hands. </div><div>"How about you?" he asked Vivian. "What planet do you want to see up close?" </div><div>"Mars!" She said, "That's where Ms. Matthews' prince is." </div><div>Farkle glanced at Riley. </div><div>"It's a long story," Riley told him. </div><div>"Mars it is, then," Farkle said. </div><div>The stars zoomed in to a 3D map of Mars. </div><div>"It's beautiful!" Riley said, before she could stop herself. </div><div>"Thank you," Farkle said, "My team and I worked very hard on it." </div><div>"What's on Mars?" Steven asked, "Are there aliens?" </div><div>"Well, there might be," Farkle said with a wink. "You never know." </div><div>Riley watched him. Was he joking? Farkle had never been one to believe in things without proof.</div><div>"I think Ms. Matthews's prince lives at the very top," Ashley said. </div><div>Riley's cheeks burned. She was grateful for the darkness in the room. Farkle's eyes caught hers again.</div><div>"I think I need to hear this story," he said. </div><div>"You really don't," Riley replied with a nervous laugh.</div><div>"He'll be orange!" Steven said. </div><div>Farkle's brows furrowed again as he looked at Riley. </div><div>"Why orange?" He asked. </div><div>Riley laughed. </div><div>"It's a silly story," she said, "Didn't you want to show us Mars?" </div><div>Farkle pressed a button, zooming in on what appeared to be a lake placed in a crater. </div><div>"This is the Holden crater," Farkle said, "It's about a hundred forty kilometers wide. We believe it contains water, because a layer of it actually contains some type of clay." </div><div>"Martians must live under it to survive," Steven said, very seriously. </div><div>Riley smiled at him. </div><div>"Maybe so," Farkle said. </div><div>As Farkle showed the class different landmarks and places on Mars, Riley couldn't help noticing how his eyes shone with excitement. Science still fascinated him. </div><div>"Maybe we'll go there!" Billy said. </div><div>"Ms. Matthews wants to go to Mars!" Stephen said. </div><div>Farkle looked over at Riley. With the projection of Mars and the darkness surrounding her, Riley couldn't read his expression. </div><div>"Does she?" Farkle asked softly. </div><div>The room got quiet, as if everyone anticipated how important Riley's answer would be. </div><div>Farkle clicked a button, and Mars zoomed out again, a round red planet hovering above his head. </div><div>"Do you want to go to Mars, Riley?" Farkle asked. </div><div>She felt all eyes on her as Farkle stood up. </div><div>Principal Harper clicked the lights on, and Riley finally saw Farkle's expression. </div><div>His eyes were focused on her, eyebrows raised, and his lips were slightly parted.</div><div>She watched him take a step toward her. </div><div>"I've always wanted to go to Mars, Farkle," Riley said. </div><div>The bell rang, and the class hurried out the door excitedly. Principal Harper, Farkle and Riley stayed where they were. </div><div>"Farkle," Principal Harper said, "I'll have Riley escort you to the teacher's lounge for recess. Riley, I'll watch your class." </div><div>As Principal Harper walked out of the classroom, and the door closed, Riley and Farkle continued to stare at each other, not moving. </div><div>Finally, Riley broke the gaze, moving to open one of the blinds on the window behind her. </div><div>"Riley," Farkle said. </div><div>"Yes, Farkle?" Riley replied, facing the window. </div><div>"How long have you wanted to go to Mars?" </div><div>His question hung in the air between them, and she heard him step toward her. Her heart pounded as she replied. </div><div>"I don't know," Riley said, "A very long time, longer than I can remember." </div><div>"Riley," Farkle asked, "Why didn't you tell me?" </div><div>"Because you were trying to understand love. I didn't want to get in your way." </div><div>Farkle took another step toward her. She quickly walked to the other window and opened the blinds. </div><div>"You wouldn't have been in my way," Farkle said. </div><div>Riley looked around the room. She was running out of options to distract herself. She found the solar system display and walked toward it. </div><div>"Riley," Farkle said. </div><div>She stopped. </div><div>Farkle walked toward the desk, picked up the display and found one small planet tied to the string furthest from the sun. It was painted bright orange. </div><div>"What about Pluto?" He asked, "Do you still believe in it?" </div><div>"Well, it hasn't been considered to be a planet again." </div><div>"But you still have it, don't you?" Farkle asked. </div><div>Riley slowly met his eyes. </div><div>Farkle took the bright orange styrofoam ball and placed it in Riley's hand. </div><div>"Do you still believe in Pluto, Riley?" he asked, "or did you stop believing in things?" </div><div>Riley searched his eyes for an explanation. She thought back to the day she, Farkle, Maya and Lucas each placed a trinket in a time capsule. How had Farkle remembered what she said? After all those years?</div><div>"Do you believe in things, Farkle?" Riley asked, "Things that science can't explain?" </div><div>Farkle placed his hand over hers and he stepped forward. </div><div>"I do now," he said. </div><div>Farkle gently pulled Riley over to her desk. </div><div>Without explanation, he let go of her hand, shut the blinds for both windows, clicked the projector on and turned off the lights. </div><div>As Farkle walked over to Riley, the stars surrounded them, and they watched one small planet grow closer and closer until Riley recognized its appearance. </div><div>"Pluto will always be a planet to me," Farkle said.</div><div>Riley watched him, her heart racing.</div><div>She stepped toward him and he pulled her into a hug. As they stood there, Riley pulled back to look at Farkle again. </div><div>"I didn't know you were speaking to the class today," Riley said, "Do you think it's a coincidence?" </div><div>"I don't believe in coincidences anymore," Farkle told her, his gaze drawn to her lips. </div><div>Riley leaned forward and Farkle kissed her gently, the universe surrounding them. </div><div>When they broke apart, Riley saw a small red dot in the distance above Farkle's shoulder. </div><div>"I guess I found my prince after all," Riley told him with a smile, "The kids are going to love this story." </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi-W4l6aLjuHtUVxKvJXgmEr5cbAE7oFZwKTtfaQtfBBxVnND81EFTTSutyQcWLDGXzMoaWicj1G8pKCDFPJJBEmDup7zzgTDwZYar7tAWpeT0dW48aY6vXC9ZLPLW9fdkXLA6JeO_WTUR/s640/blogger-image--563698249.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi-W4l6aLjuHtUVxKvJXgmEr5cbAE7oFZwKTtfaQtfBBxVnND81EFTTSutyQcWLDGXzMoaWicj1G8pKCDFPJJBEmDup7zzgTDwZYar7tAWpeT0dW48aY6vXC9ZLPLW9fdkXLA6JeO_WTUR/s640/blogger-image--563698249.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Last picture in aesthetic created by girlmeetsparkleyfarkley: </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">http://girlmeetsparkleyfarkley.tumblr.com/post/151028239825/it-was-through-all-these-little-moments-that</div></div><br></div>Sarah Goldenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130024304675806142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5463981268881984582.post-89904873195367867622016-12-31T09:17:00.000-08:002016-12-31T09:21:01.374-08:00New Beginnings: A Riarkle Fanfiction<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
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Happy New Year! </div>
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This fanfiction was inspired by "All This Time" by One Republic</div>
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She never told him. </div>
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All those years of being Farkle's friend, and Riley never told him her feelings. </div>
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Why? There were several reasons. </div>
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First, there was his decision to go out with Smackle. Those two were steady for at least two years. Riley could never get in the way of that. </div>
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As her own relationship with Lucas fell apart, and she learned just how selfish she had been, Riley Matthews had vowed to give herself a year. One year to really discover who she was. </div>
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It wasn't easy. As the group all started their college semesters, Riley found that her roommate, Chai was trying to set her up with a friend of a friend. </div>
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That was a test of her patience. While Chai pushed her, Riley decided to avoid the situation as much as possible. But she wouldn't be able to tonight. </div>
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New Years Eve. </div>
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Chai had convinced Riley that she had been out of the game long enough, and even though Riley protested, Chai refused to back down. </div>
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"It's time you meet someone new," she said, "You need to get that guy you told me about off your mind. He's not here now, is he? Live in the moment!" </div>
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But it wasn't that simple. Riley knew Farkle, more than anyone. But, as his relationship with Smackle grew, and he was accepted to NASA for astronaut training, she drifted away, in favor of his happiness. </div>
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Farkle had always wanted to go to Mars. She knew that, but she felt guilty. She didn't want him to go, which was selfish. And she had been very selfish. </div>
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Of all the lessons Riley learned in High School, the most important was being a true friend. Finally recognizing Maya's unhappiness helped her realize that if she told Farkle to stay, it wouldn't make him happy. </div>
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He had seemed excited on the last day of High School, as Smackle stood with him, both wearing NASA shirts. </div>
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And Riley was busy anyway, with college, and deciding what to major in. </div>
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She texted Maya that morning. Maya was busy with her art college, and she and Lucas were going steady. Riley didn't want to intrude. </div>
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She shook her head, as she stepped out of the closet in her best sparkly purple dress. </div>
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The year was up, and it was time for new beginnings. </div>
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As she brushed her hair, Riley looked in the mirror, and for the first time, in a long time, she was proud of the person staring back at her. </div>
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The year had been a great lesson, and her father and mother had always reminded her that you were never too old for a lesson. Life was learning. </div>
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She finally knew how to say no. And, she had learned that she actually loved fashion.</div>
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As her first semester at NYU wrapped up, Riley was looking for study abroad trips in Paris and choosing special classes in fashion design. </div>
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She still needed one more science class for credit. And she knew it would be Astronomy. Even though it reminded her of Farkle, Riley knew that no matter what class she chose, science itself would bring back the memory of a sweet boy with orange turtlenecks who grew into a handsome genius. But with Astronomy, they would talk about Pluto. And Riley had always believed in Pluto. </div>
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As she put the finishing touches on her makeup, Chai knocked on the door. </div>
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"Are you ready, roomy?" Chai asked. Riley noted that her roommate had also chosen a sparkly dress in silver. </div>
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"Ready as I'll ever be," she replied. </div>
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"Oh come on!" Chai told her, "Your bizarre vow of single-hood is up. Tonight you snag a hunk! Let's see some enthusiasm!"</div>
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Riley tried to smile, but thoughts of Farkle intruded her mind. Hadn't Smackle called Farkle a hunk? Why hadn't she kept in contact with him since graduation? It wasn't like he had tried himself, but still. </div>
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"Okay," she said, "So, where are we going? Do I need to grab some cash?"</div>
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"Only if you want to buy a drink. The punch should be free. The guy throwing this thing is filthy rich. He rented a whole ballroom! It's going to be fancy!" </div>
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"I'll bring some cash just in case," Riley said, grabbing a formal purse. It was a purple cat. She smiled at the memory of her art projects, and her art teachers' frustration. </div>
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"Well, we're ready to go," Chai said. </div>
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They locked the apartment door and walked down to Chai's car. </div>
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"How'd you hear about this party?" Riley asked her. </div>
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"My classmate," Chai told her. "Her father works for the company." </div>
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"What company?" Riley asked, sliding in the front seat. </div>
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"I don't remember," Chai said, "but it's one of the most successful brands in the city. They just bought a new technology, and they might sell it to NASA!" </div>
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"That's interesting," Riley said, but her chest tightened at the mention of NASA. Maybe it was time to move on. Farkle had, as far as she knew.</div>
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"So anyway, it's going to be crowded, plenty of guys you can flirt with," Chai said. </div>
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"What did I say about sulking?" Chai asked. </div>
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"I know, I know," Riley said. "Let's just get there in one piece." </div>
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She liked to tease her roommate about her driving habits. Chai was a speed demon with a lead foot. </div>
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"Alright girl," Chai said, "Lets turn up the tunes and get moving." </div>
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Riley listened to the music, trying to focus on every word, and push all thoughts of Farkle out of her mind. She remembered a time, not so long ago, when New Years had been very important to both of them. When Farkle was determined to let everyone know how she felt at exactly midnight.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It probably wasn't healthy to pine after him anyway. The last she had heard, he and Smackle were the dynamic duo of the science department. It would be hard to compete with that. </div>
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"We're here," Chai said, parking the car. </div>
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"There must be some mistake," Riley said horrified. </div>
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Chai pulled a flyer from her purse. </div>
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"No mistake, it's the right address. See?" She handed Riley the flyer. </div>
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"Oh no," Riley said. </div>
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"I can't go in there," Riley said. </div>
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"Why not?" Chai asked. </div>
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"You know that guy you told me not to think about?" Riley asked. </div>
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"Yeah," Chai answered, "His name was kind of strange. Wasn't it ..." </div>
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"Farkle Minkus," Riley said, pointing to the flyer. </div>
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The name was right there, staring at her in bright orange letters. </div>
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"No way!" Chai said, "I mean, this is probably a coincidence."</div>
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"I don't believe in coincidences," Riley told her, "I can't go in there!" </div>
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"Why not?" Chai asked, "He won't be the only guy. There will be so many people, you may not even see him." </div>
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"It's more important that he doesn't see me," Riley said. </div>
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Riley sighed. Her mind went back to the day after graduation. The day she had spoken to Farkle for the last time. </div>
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"Congratulations on your acceptance at NASA," Riley told him. </div>
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"Thanks Riley," he said. </div>
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"I know Smackle's proud," Riley told him. </div>
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"What about you?" Farkle asked her. </div>
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"I'm always proud of you," Riley told him, "I knew you'd rule the world someday." </div>
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"I don't know," Farkle said, "I'm nervous." </div>
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"You'll do great!" Riley told him. </div>
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"You think so?" Farkle asked. </div>
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"I know you will," Riley said. </div>
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"I am excited," Farkle said. </div>
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"And you've wanted to go to Mars for a long time," Riley said. </div>
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"Yeah," Farkle told her, "And Smackle will be there too!" </div>
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"Then you'll have all you need," Riley said. </div>
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For a moment, Farkle met her eyes. </div>
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"Do you mean that?" He asked her. </div>
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"Every word," Riley said. </div>
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"Well what about you, Riley?" Farkle asked. </div>
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"I'll be fine," she said. </div>
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"Are you sure?" he asked.</div>
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"Don't worry about me," Riley said. </div>
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"Not another word. I learned my lesson. I won't be looking for a relationship for at least a year." </div>
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"Promise me that you'll find happiness," Farkle said. </div>
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"I promise," Riley said. "And in one year, I'll be back in the game." </div>
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"A year," Farkle said. </div>
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"That's right," Riley told him. "It'll be good for me. There's still so much I need to learn." </div>
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"And in one year you'll be ready?" Farkle asked. </div>
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"I think so," Riley told him, "A year away from guys would be a good thing." </div>
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"All guys?" Farkle asked. </div>
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"All guys," Riley answered. </div>
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"I'm positive," Riley said. </div>
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"It's not," Riley said, "Farkle! Can't you just be happy and move on?"</div>
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Her words rang through the air as the music died down. </div>
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"I'll move on, Riley," Farkle said, "If you really want me to." </div>
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"Go, Farkle. Be the first man on Mars. Be the scientist you've always wanted to be," Riley said. </div>
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Farkle took one step closer to Riley, and she moved one step back. The closer Farkle was to her, the more nervous she felt. </div>
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"Alright Riley, one year." Farkle said, "I hope you find happiness." </div>
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He stepped forward, and when she stepped back, he pulled her into a hug. </div>
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Riley slowly returned it. </div>
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"Be happy Farkle," Riley said. </div>
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"You too," Farkle replied, "take care of yourself." </div>
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Then he let go, and walked away. </div>
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Riley tried to find him later during the graduation ceremony, but he was nowhere to be seen. She even went by the Minkus residence, but Farkle was long gone by the time Stuart answered the door. </div>
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She sent texts. He never replied. She tried to email him. No answer. </div>
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Eventually, halfway through the year, Riley stopped trying. Farkle had clearly made his decision. </div>
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And now, here she was, with her new roommate on the night she was ready to move on. Unbelievable. </div>
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"You can't turn back now!" Chai told her. "Maybe this is fate! You won't know if you still care unless you see this guy again." </div>
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"I don't want to," Riley said, "Especially if he's happy." </div>
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"Well you won't know until you see him," Chai said, "Didn't you tell me that you knew this guy more than anyone?" </div>
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"I used to," Riley said, "And, it's been a year." </div>
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"Supposedly," Riley said. </div>
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"Riley Matthews," Chai said, "If you don't walk in that building then you have no choice but to go out with the next blind date I find. Do you understand?" </div>
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"Alright," she said, opening the car door and stepping out slowly. "Let's do this." </div>
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"That's my girl!" Chai said. </div>
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Riley clutched the purple cat purse for dear life. </div>
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Questions flooded her mind. Would Farkle even recognize her? How would he look now? Can one year really change someone that much? </div>
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As she walked into the ballroom, she noticed a specific color. Purple. </div>
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It was everywhere, from the balloons on the ceiling to the ribbons tied on the wall. The room appeared to have a purple glow with the stars projected on the walls and the lights shining on the stage, dance floor and the tables where guests clinked champagne glasses and munched on snacks. </div>
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The detail surprised her. Hadn't Farkle always liked orange? She thought back to his favorite orange turtleneck, buried in the time capsule they wouldn't open for another ten years. Had he forgotten? </div>
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Chai gave their names and the host checked them off the list. </div>
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"Please write on the board," the host said, gesturing to the right. </div>
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Riley walked past the bright banners that read, "Happy New Year" to a giant chalk board, where people scribbled and chatted excitedly. At the top in bright purple letters, it read: New Years Resolutions. </div>
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Chai tapped her on the shoulder. </div>
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"We're supposed to write one resolution we have for the year." Chai said, handing Riley a piece of chalk. </div>
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Riley thought for a moment, then she started writing on the board. </div>
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"To understand true love," Chai read. "That sounds like a good goal." </div>
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Riley smiled. "What are you going to write?" </div>
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Chai scribbled on the board quickly. </div>
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"To choose a major," Riley said, "That's a good goal too." </div>
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"I like yours better," Chai said, "because you've been single long enough." </div>
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Riley laughed. </div>
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"I learned a lot this year," she said, "And I don't think that's a bad thing. Relationships aren't everything after all. As my Dad says, it's important to know who you are." </div>
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"Well, now that you know who you are," Chai said, "Let's go learn who those hunks are," </div>
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She pointed to some good looking guys that stood by the punch bowl. </div>
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Riley saw the guys, but she also saw the purple curtain that hung behind them. Purple everywhere! It was starting to annoy her. If Farkle had arranged this party, why hadn't he used his favorite color? Had Smackle chosen the theme? Why purple? </div>
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She walked up to the guys standing in front of the punch bowl. Chai giggled. </div>
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As Chai introduced herself and Riley, all Riley could do was stare. </div>
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The punch bowl had apples in it. </div>
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"Oh," one of the guys, she thought his name was Fred, told her. "I know the apples are a little weird, but you just go around them for the punch." </div>
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He demonstrated by taking a glass, and pouring the clear sparkly liquid in the cup. </div>
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Riley noticed that her hand was shaking. </div>
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"Thank you," she told Fred, trying to collect herself. There was only one thought in her head as she stared at the punch bowl. The moment Farkle Minkus saved her life. </div>
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She was watching for him around every corner, expecting him to show up the moment she let her guard down. What even was the theme of this party? </div>
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"Riley?" Chai said, "Fred just asked you something." </div>
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"Huh?" Riley said, "Oh, sorry Fred, I guess I was a little distracted. Maybe it's the punch." </div>
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"Did you want to sit down?" Fred asked. </div>
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"Uh, yes," Riley said, "I think that would be a good idea." </div>
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Fred offered Riley his arm as he walked over to a table. At the center of the table, Riley finally found something orange. A clock. Around the clock were party favors that said "Happy new year" and "Make a wish."</div>
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"I'm going to get some food," Fred said, "will you be okay?" </div>
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Riley nodded, but she knew it was a lie. She hadn't been okay since she learned whose party this was. Still, Fred appeared to be a nice guy. Maybe Chai was right. She deserved some closure. Didn't she?</div>
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As Riley moved forward to pick up the clock, the music stopped. </div>
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Everyone looked up at the stage, and there he was. Farkle Minkus. </div>
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Riley was surprised at how fast she recognized him. He was dressed in a fine suit, and he was as handsome as she remembered him. If not more so. </div>
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He stood, addressing the crowd that cheered. </div>
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"Thank you," Farkle said, "Thank you all for coming to my New Years Celebration. In a half an hour, we will go to the roof to see the fireworks above Times Square." </div>
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The crowd cheered. </div>
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"I hope you all have written your resolutions and you keep your heart open to the possibility that they can come true. Someone very special in my life taught me that, and I hope she's here tonight." </div>
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Riley waited for Smackle to walk on the stage, but she never came. </div>
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Fred returned with the food. </div>
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"So that's the guy," He said. </div>
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"What do you know about him?" Riley asked. </div>
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"Well, I know he's the most sought after bachelor in New York City." </div>
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"Bachelor?" Riley asked. </div>
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But before he could explain, Farkle spoke again. </div>
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"Tonight is the end and the beginning. I hope you all enjoyed what the year has brought you, and that you look forward to the future." </div>
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The crowd applauded. </div>
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"So, let's get this party started!" Farkle said. </div>
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The crowd cheered again, and Farkle handed the microphone back to the DJ. </div>
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Riley turned to Fred. </div>
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"What did you mean by bachelor?" Riley said. </div>
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Fred laughed. </div>
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"You know exactly what I mean. And I'm afraid if I tell you anymore, you'll lose interest in me all together." </div>
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Riley's heart skipped a beat. She watched Farkle walk off the stage. None of this made sense. </div>
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She stood up to go find him but he disappeared in the crowd. As Riley walked toward the dance floor, Fred took her hand. </div>
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"I'm sorry, Fred," Riley said, "I'm not really in the mood to dance right now. I have to talk to someone." </div>
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"Come on," Fred said, "Just one dance? You won't regret it." </div>
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Riley tried to free herself from his grip. </div>
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"I'm not interested right now, please," she said. </div>
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"You sure like to play hard to get, don't you?" Fred said. </div>
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Riley went numb. She knew that voice. </div>
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"There shouldn't be," Fred said, "Right, Riley?"</div>
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Riley glared at him. </div>
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"I said I don't want to dance right now!" </div>
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She stomped on his foot, and he let go of her hand. </div>
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Riley smirked, watching Fred slowly walk away. </div>
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"Well," Farkle's voice came from behind her, "I was going to save you again, but it seems like you can save yourself." </div>
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Riley slowly turned around. His soft, blue eyes met hers, and it was almost as though the year had never happened. That same gleam in his eye. The same proud smile. </div>
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"Farkle," she said, unable to think of anything else. </div>
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"Hello, Riley," Farkle told her, "how was your year?" </div>
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"My year?" Riley asked him, "Oh, it was good. How was yours?" </div>
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"Enlightening," Farkle said, "I learned more this year than all our High School years put together." </div>
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"Oh," Riley said, "Well I guess my father wouldn't be happy to hear you say that." </div>
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"Interesting," Riley told him. </div>
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"But you still didn't answer my question," Farkle said, "How was your year away from guys?" </div>
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Riley blushed. </div>
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"You remembered that?" she asked. </div>
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"I couldn't forget it," Farkle told her. </div>
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"Why?" Riley asked him. </div>
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"I'm saving that answer for midnight," Farkle said. </div>
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Riley watched him. He wasn't smiling, and his eyes focused on her so intently that she couldn't help blushing. </div>
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"What happens at midnight?" she asked, "I'm afraid you won't be able to blow Gabriel's horn again." </div>
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Farkle smiled, and her heart pounded in her chest. </div>
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"Are you sure about that?" he asked. </div>
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Riley watched him. </div>
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"Farkle," she asked, "What is all this? Why all the purple? And what's with the theme of this party?" </div>
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"You don't approve?" he asked her. </div>
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Riley laughed. </div>
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"Why would it matter if I approved?" she asked him. </div>
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"You haven't figured it out yet?" Farkle asked. </div>
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"You're being cryptic," Riley told him. </div>
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"Maybe," he said. </div>
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"Then maybe I should go find another Charlie Gardner!" Riley said, anger boiling in her. Did he not care? Was he messing with her?</div>
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"Wait," Farkle said, taking her hand. </div>
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Unlike Fred's harsh grip, Farkle's was gentle, almost hesitant. </div>
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She searched his gaze. </div>
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"What?" she asked him. </div>
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"It will be midnight soon," Farkle told her, "and I want you standing next to me." </div>
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"Me?" Riley asked. </div>
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"Yes, you," Farkle told her. </div>
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"Why?" Riley asked him, flustered. "We haven't spoken since graduation. I texted you, emailed you, and you never replied." </div>
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"Well, at least you're not denying it," Riley said. "Okay then, here's my question. If you want me standing next to you at midnight, you have to answer it." </div>
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Farkle nodded. </div>
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"Why? Why didn't you write back?" </div>
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Farkle looked away for a moment. </div>
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"I had my own year of self discovery," he said, " and I needed to learn what I wanted." </div>
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"That's fine and all," Riley told him, "but that doesn't explain why you just dropped all communication." </div>
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"Yes it does," Farkle told her, "Remember what you said to me? You wanted a entire year, away from guys. All guys. Riley, I am a guy! You knew that when you told me. You shouldn't be surprised." </div>
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"But we're friends, Farkle. And friends talk to eachother, and they listen, and they're there for each other, like we used to be." </div>
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"Riley," Farkle said, his eyes locked on to hers, "This is what I learned, just this year. We have always been more than just friends." </div>
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Riley gulped. Farkle was serious, and she couldn't escape his gaze. </div>
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"And now!" the DJ announced, "It's nearly midnight. Time to head up to the roof. Five minutes until the fireworks." </div>
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Everyone walked out of the ballroom. Everyone except Riley and Farkle. </div>
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Riley stood there, trying to calm her pounding heart while Farkle watched her every move. </div>
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"What do you mean, Farkle?" she asked. </div>
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"You know what I mean," Farkle said, "You never treated me the same way you did Zay, or even Lucas. Riley, I know you! I've always known who you are. And, you've always known who I am." </div>
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"But NASA," Riley said. </div>
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"It all means nothing to me, if you're not there to share it with." </div>
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"This is a joke, right?" Riley asked, waiting for some guy to pop out and say they were on candid camera. </div>
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Farkle stared at her for a moment, then he pulled her hand gently. </div>
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"Please, come with me," </div>
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Riley allowed Farkle to lead them up the stairs. But there was no crowd eagerly waiting for the fireworks. </div>
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"Where are we going?" Riley asked. </div>
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She didn't know what to say as Farkle opened a door that lead out to a single platform balcony. A single table with two chairs awaited them, and two glasses of champagne stood on the table, confetti stars sprinkled between them. </div>
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Farkle let go of her hand and offered her a glass. </div>
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"Farkle," Riley said, "Is this?" </div>
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"For you?" he asked, "Yes Riley. It's all for you. The theme, the purple. I even put apples in the punch! I wanted to remind you that we have a history. And it's important to me." </div>
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"But what about Smackle?" </div>
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"We broke up, not long after my first week at NASA," Farkle said. </div>
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"Farkle, I'm sorry," Riley said. </div>
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"I'm not, Riley. I learned a very important lesson." </div>
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"What lesson?" Riley asked, stunned. </div>
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"I need you." </div>
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Riley blushed. </div>
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"But I've been selfish, and blind," Riley said. </div>
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"So have I," Farkle told her, "You remember that night in eighth grade, when we worked on that Thomas Jefferson project?" </div>
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Riley nodded.</div>
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"You asked me a question, and it never left my mind. Did you ever think when you look through a microscope..." </div>
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"You miss the bigger picture?" Riley finished. </div>
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"I did," he said, "I missed the bigger picture, Riley. I missed you." </div>
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Riley took a sip from her glass, unsure what to think. Was this really happening? How strong was that punch earlier? But, as she placed the glass back down on the table, and walked toward the balcony, Times Square in the distance, the pieces slowly came together. </div>
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She heard Farkle walking behind her, and then when she looked to her left, there he was, by her side. He always had been, hadn't he?</div>
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"I missed you too, Farkle," Riley said. She could hear the countdown from the balcony below them, people cheering. </div>
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"Five!" </div>
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She stepped closer to Farkle. </div>
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"Four!"</div>
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She took his hand. </div>
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"Three!"</div>
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She looked in his eyes, and he looked back. </div>
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"Two!" </div>
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He smiled and leaned in. </div>
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"One!" </div>
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Their lips met. </div>
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She heard the fireworks bursting in the air, and the people cheering, shouting Happy New Year. But none of that compared to the warmth and the gentle touch of Farkle's lips against her own. As they deepened the kiss, Farkle pulled her close and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Like two puzzle pieces, they fit perfectly. </div>
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When they pulled apart, both breathless, Riley smiled. </div>
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"I guess my resolution came true," she said. </div>
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"What was it?" Farkle asked. </div>
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"To understand true love," Riley told him. </div>
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Farkle smiled. </div>
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"Huh," he told her, "That was mine, too." </div>
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"I love you, Farkle," Riley said. </div>
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"I love you, Riley," Farkle said, "Happy New Year." </div>
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Sarah Goldenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130024304675806142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5463981268881984582.post-68434918560843741952016-12-24T09:55:00.001-08:002016-12-24T10:06:33.184-08:00A Riarkle Christmas<div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Winter came to New York in a soft flurry outside the window. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Riley stood inside the warmth of the new apartment that she and Farkle had recently purchased. As the snow fell softly outside, she watched the snowflakes land on the glass, slowly melting from the warmth of the window. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>The sound of soft footsteps echoed in the room.</div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Ready, honey?" Farkle said. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>She turned from the window and smiled. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Her husband, her Farkle stood at the bottom of the stairs, wearing a red turtleneck and brown coat. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Just a minute," Riley told him, grabbing her own purple coat. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Well, I'm in no rush," Farkle said with a laugh, "but if know you, we're going to be late." </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"I just want to look my best," Riley said, zipping up her coat. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"You already do," Farkle said. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>She smiled as Farkle stepped toward her, brushing a lock of hair away from her forehead. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"That's easy for you to say," Riley said, straightening the neck of her own matching red turtleneck. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Farkle raised a brow. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"You always look good," Riley told him. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Farkle lifted her chin. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Always?" He said </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Always," she said with a smile, her eyes shining.</div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>He kissed her softly, then grabbed the key to the apartment from the hook on the wall. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>They pulled away and held hands. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Now," Farkle said "You'll tell me if you're too cold?" He asked. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Riley smiled. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"We can always grab a hot chocolate on the way," she said as they headed out the door. The air was a little chilly, but not as cold as she expected. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>New York itself was a winter wonderland, and as the evening came, the Christmas lights lit up one by one. Snow softly fell around them, tickling Riley's cheeks. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Wow!" Riley said, watching a moving light display. A bright reindeer stomped its foot and bobbed its head. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"How do they make it move?" She asked. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"It's simple Riley," Farkle said, pointing at the display. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Do you see the faint outline there?" </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>He drew the outline in the air. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"It's more than one frame, see?" </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Riley watched Farkle's eyes light up as the light display created the illusion. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"You're not paying attention," Farkle said with a pout. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Riley laughed and linked her arm in his. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"I am. I promise," She replied. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Oh yeah?" Farkle said, "Then what did I just show you?" </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Riley took his hand in hers and drew the outline of the reindeer. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Did I get it right?" She asked him, turning. He was watching her, his eyes shining. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>She sighed as Farkle kissed her forehead. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"What was that?" She asked him. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"A reward," Farkle said. His goofy grin made Riley's heart race. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>She kissed his cheek. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>They started walking again, the lights surrounding them in a canopy. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>As the people walked past them, Riley barely noticed. She could tell that Farkle was excited. It had been nearly a year since they had seen Lucas, Maya, Zay and Smackle. Even after college, their group of friends remained strong. Something that Riley learned from her father. It was a lesson they all had to learn. Even after life changed their paths, they were still there for each other. A cause worth fighting for. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"So, do you remember what route we take on the subway?" Riley asked Farkle. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Of course," Farkle said. "It just might be more crowded in Central Park this year." </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"I think we'll be okay," Riley told him. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>They walked down the stairs to the subway, and as they waited for the train, Riley looked around. The stay in school poster still hung on the wall, Mr Feeny smiling at the passerby. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Farkle looked at his watch. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Don't worry," Riley told him. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"I'm not," Farkle replied, but her look silenced him. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>It was just something that Riley knew about Farkle. He liked when things were just so, and he loved being on schedule. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>She was always happy to remind him that sometimes life didn't go according to plan, but it all worked out anyway. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>She took his hand and hid his watch under the sleeve of his coat. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Hey," Farkle said, but she silenced him with a quick kiss on the lips. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"We have all the time in the world," Riley whispered as she kissed him again. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>She felt Farkle give in, just as the train arrived. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Well, that was a nice way to spend it," Farkle replied. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Riley led him on the platform of the train, and she found a pair of seats together. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>As she put her head on his shoulder, she traced his knuckles with her finger tips. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Don't fall asleep," Farkle teased. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>She giggled. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"I'll try not to," she replied, but no promises. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>She smiled as Farkle put his other hand over hers. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"What?" She asked as he stopped her tracing. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"That tickles," Farkle told her. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"I know," she replied. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Farkle lifted her hand to his lips. He kissed it softly. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Now will you stop?" He asked, breathing on her hand. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>She looked at him. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Butterflies formed in her stomach. His eyes locked on hers with a steady, hungry gaze. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Riley blushed despite herself. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"That's cheating," she replied. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Farkle laughed. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>She bit her lip as Farkle took her hand in both of his. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>She looked away, pretending to pout. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Riley?" Farkle asked softly. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>She ignored him. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Come on," Farkle said, "It's all in good fun." </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Riley stayed still as she felt Farkle lean closer. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Are you upset?" He asked. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>She turned her head to face him, and her heart melted at the genuine concern she found in his eyes. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>They stayed that way for a moment. Riley saw Farkle's gaze drop to her lips. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>She leaned forward, just as signal for the door went off. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Both pulled away in surprise as they stood and left the train. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Woah," Farkle said. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"We nearly missed our stop," Riley said with a laugh. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Farkle blushed. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"This is your fault," he told her, "You're too distracting." </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"It's not my fault you went Boylalaloo," Riley said. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Farkle smiled. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"You did too," he replied, "And you know it," </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Riley shook her head, but she couldn't hide her smile. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Farkle was smooth, and he definitely knew that. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>They walked closer together, shoulders brushing as they entered the crowd of people chattering excitedly and shuffling up the subway stairway. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Almost there," Farkle said. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Riley pulled out her phone. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Maya's on her way with Lucas," Riley said. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Farkle nodded. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Still no word from Smackle and Zay," she said. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"They'll be here," Farkle said, "Zay emailed me this morning." </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Riley put the phone in her pocket as Farkle guided them around a group of children in a snowball fight. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"We're meeting at the skating rink," Riley said. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Sounds good," Farkle replied, pulling her closer as more people walked around them. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Riley felt safe as her shoulders pressed against his. the crowd grew as the people gathered near the entrance to the park. Riley grinned as Farkle put his arm around her and she looped her arm around his again. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"It's about to get crazy," Farkle said. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Okay," Riley said. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Farkle was right. People stepped on her feet and bumped into her, but Farkle's presence made the chaos better. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Oh," Farkle said. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>He moved his arm and took Riley's hand again. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Hot chocolate," he said with a grin. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Riley noticed the chill in the air as Farkle ordered two cups of hot chocolate.</div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Careful," he said, handing one to her. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Thank you," Riley said. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>As they sipped the hot chocolate, Riley's phone rang. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Hey Maya," she answered. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"We're here," Maya's voice came from the line, "Huckleberry's here too. He almost took a wrong turn." </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Hey, that's not true!" Lucas's voice echoed in the background. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Riley laughed. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Farkle and I are about three minutes away," Riley said, "Any word from Smackle or Zay?" </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Smackle texted me ten minutes ago," Maya said, "They're probably caught in the subway traffic." </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Okay, we'll be there soon," Riley said. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"See ya soon," Maya said. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Riley hung up and looked at Farkle. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Ready?" She asked. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Farkle nodded. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>She linked her arm in his again as they maneuvered through the crowd. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Riley saw Maya first, her bright blonde hair a trademark. Lucas stood next to her, They were laughing about something as Riley and Farkle walked up. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Riles!" Maya said when she recognized her. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Peaches!" Riley grinned as they hugged. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"I'm so glad you made it!" Maya said, "Huckleberry has been my only company for two hours." </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"It was longer than that," Lucas said, "And from what I saw, you were having fun." </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Huckleberry, Huckleberry," Maya said as she pulled away from Riley, "You should know by now that it's all an act." </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Lucas laughed, while Farkle walked up to him. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Lucas shook Farkle's hand. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"How ya doin' Freak Face?" Farkle asked. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"I haven't been called that in a while," Lucas said. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Well, it's never too late to make up for lost time." Farkle said with a laugh. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Zay and Smackle walked up to them. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Well, well," Smackle said, "If it isn't my former arch nemesis," </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Smackle," Farkle said with a grin, "How have you been?" </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"She's been winning nobels and impressing my parents," Zay said with a grin. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"It's nice to know they approve," Smackle said. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Zay shook his head. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Isadora Babineux," he said, "you know very well how incredible you are." </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"But boasting is not acceptable behavior," Smackle said with a gleam in her eyes. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"It is around me," Zay said, pulling her close. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Now that we're all here," Riley said, "Guess what it's time for!" </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"If you say it," Maya told her, "I will pinch you." </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Secret Santa!" Riley said. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Maya pinched her arm. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Ow," she replied. They laughed. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>After the gift exchange, the snow fell harder. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"We should probably get home," Farkle told Riley, "It's getting colder." </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Merry Christmas, guys!" Riley said, giving each of her friends a hug. <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>As Farkle and Riley walked back to the subway, Farkle stopped. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"What?" Riley asked him. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Farkle looked around. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Just one last thing," he said. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Riley gasped as Farkle drew her to him. Their noses touching. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>He kissed her gently as the soft snow fell around him. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>When they pulled away, Riley smiled. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Smooth," she said, a little breathless. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"There's more where that came from," Farkle said with a wink. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Okay, genius," Riley said with a giggle, "but let's go inside where it's warm." </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>The moment Farkle and Riley arrived back at the apartment, Riley raced up the stairs. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Riley?" Farkle asked. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>He wondered what had persuaded her to take off so suddenly. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>As he walked slowly up the stairs, Riley's voice came from the bedroom. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Don't come up just yet," Riley said. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Yes," Riley replied from the hallway, "But not one step more Farkle Minkus!" </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Does this have to do with presents?" He asked. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Yes," Riley said. "Stay put for five more minutes!"</div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Farkle looked at his watch, timing the minutes down to the second. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>He heard paper shuffling and the rip of scotch tape. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Okay, Riley," he said, "You've got one more minute." </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>The rustling grew louder, and he suspected more frantic.</div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>As the minute passed, Farkle slowly stepped toward the room and knocked on the door. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"I'm coming in," Farkle said. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>He opened the door. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>He saw a box wrapped in red and green paper with a bright red bow. Riley was no where to be seen. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Riley?" He asked. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>She walked out of the closet, and Farkle laughed. There was scotch tape in her hair. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>He walked toward her, and she blushed as he gently pulled the tape from her brown curls. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Well done," he said. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>She grimaced. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"So, are we opening gifts tonight?" Farkle asked softly. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Well, I was hoping we could do just one," Riley said. "I mean Mom, Dad and Auggie come over tomorrow, but I got you something for Hanukkah." </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Farkle smiled as his heart swelled. His wife was the most thoughtful and considerate person he knew. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Okay," Farkle said, "Then you have to open a gift too." </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Deal!" Riley said. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>She picked up the gift and walked downstairs as Farkle followed. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>The tree was lit up by the time Farkle made it to the living room. He smiled at the menorah on the mantelpiece. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Happy Hanukkah Farkle," Riley said, handing him the gift that she had previously made such a fuss about. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Thank you Riley," Farkle said softly. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>He walked to the tree and found a small red box. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Open this first," he told her. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Not fair," Riley said. "Let's open them at the same time." </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Okay," Farkle said.</div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Mars," Riley said, "You can put it on the tree." </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Farkle!" She said, "Did you know?" </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Farkle shook his head.</div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"I didn't know at all," Farkle said, "but I'm starting to think the universe is telling us something." </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Riley lifted the glass ornament out of her box. It was Pluto. The perfect match to Farkle's Mars. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"Merry Christmas, Riley," Farkle said, "Happy Hanukkah, Happy everything." </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"I guess Pluto and Mars belong together after all." Riley said. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"The universe seems to say so." Farkle replied with a happy sigh of his own. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Farkle placed Mars gently beside Pluto. </div>
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<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>"And," Farkle said, "I think it happened because you never gave up on them." </div>
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Dear Disney Channel, </div>
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You know, as well as I that times are tough. And, when times got tough, Walt Disney himself always found the bright side and learned from his mistakes. </div>
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Girl Meets World is an amazing story that teaches the world good lessons on very difficult topics. </div>
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This show is more than a sitcom. It's a powerful story with characters that touch the hearts of all generations. </div>
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The story of Riley Matthews, Maya Hart, Farkle Minkus, Lucas Friar, Zay Babineaux, Isadora Smackle and many other characters has influenced the current generation to be the best person they can be. The message of this tale is so important for people of all ages and from all walks of life to consider, especially during the hard times we now face. </div>
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The Disney company has always been a beacon of light in a dismal world. It's your mantra.</div>
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Walt Disney himself lived this philosophy, and this show does that better than any show I have ever seen on your television network. </div>
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It's based on reality, but it's also based on possibility. </div>
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The power to believe in yourself, and to trust that life knows what it's doing. Even when you feel lost or scared, there are ways to face the world and take it head on. That message, and that lesson means more than any slapstick comical cartoon that airs on television. It means more than any soap opera with a love triangle. </div>
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The world needs this story, now more than ever to keep the hope alive. </div>
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Renewing Girl Meets World is staying true to Walt Disney's work ethic. </div>
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"The greatest moments in life are not concerned with selfish achievements but rather the things we do for the people we love and esteem." - Walt Disney</div>
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I'm asking you now, Disney. Do you love your audience? You claim to. You pride yourself on how your audience reacts to your creations. </div>
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You've got people that love these characters and they are learning from them. You've got multiple ages watching this show. It's your largest audience base. </div>
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You have a following that cares about this story, and an entire generation growing with Riley Matthews. </div>
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Are you really going to let something that incredible go? </div>
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What's your plan after airing such a complex and interesting story? </div>
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Do you have a better one? </div>
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I'll tell you right now, I have never seen its like in any other media format. </div>
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This is a new Renaissance. </div>
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Girl Meets World isn't about sitcom jokes and comedy. It's about learning who you are, and discovering that you influence people everyday. </div>
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People change people. </div>
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You've got people telling you how much this story means to them. </div>
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Stories have always been the best way you kept Walt Disney's legacy alive. </div>
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Don't take this show away from them! </div>
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Please Renew this show, because this story needs to be told. A story that reaches so many people in so little time always deserves to be shared. </div>
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Walt Disney was a storyteller. </div>
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This story is something I believe he would want to share. </div>
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Don't lose the very heart of your company. </div>
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Give Riley a chance to meet the world, so we can see the possibilities. </div>
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Sarah Goldenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130024304675806142noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5463981268881984582.post-49844873207349152432016-12-05T11:49:00.001-08:002016-12-05T22:59:57.606-08:00The Farkle Nutcracker Prince: A Girl Meets World Theory<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimoc9BTu3KOe2cxPkUy5ZpbPwDwP8qIlEQguTPPZX6yxUnAH5ZvKMWuuxC7vJbWYpEW4SJnCWc9xdpamMm80iwOt5giaY-BHCKlrnGTWZZDT_f8l_YloTMfnv_R0jfU19kuegb0RjFuGIr/s640/blogger-image--421094424.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimoc9BTu3KOe2cxPkUy5ZpbPwDwP8qIlEQguTPPZX6yxUnAH5ZvKMWuuxC7vJbWYpEW4SJnCWc9xdpamMm80iwOt5giaY-BHCKlrnGTWZZDT_f8l_YloTMfnv_R0jfU19kuegb0RjFuGIr/s640/blogger-image--421094424.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div>In Girl Meets A Christmas Maya, while Riley and Maya talk about Secret Santa, one of her pillows is a Nutcracker, placed convienently in the center of the frame. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdRKW5y2JJJDxoGut_VB9hyn02feZdrlWSmg2LesjvFyYqCkS1a2f8bf8pek5tweSgP4x9HXS9b8iBoDATC9gz0gFop1kmTV7YVo7nw9gt4_WS0WEj0cTobxYssrrCnPR6aJIAQH66SJ3B/s640/blogger-image-148357731.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdRKW5y2JJJDxoGut_VB9hyn02feZdrlWSmg2LesjvFyYqCkS1a2f8bf8pek5tweSgP4x9HXS9b8iBoDATC9gz0gFop1kmTV7YVo7nw9gt4_WS0WEj0cTobxYssrrCnPR6aJIAQH66SJ3B/s640/blogger-image-148357731.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>The Nutcracker is a wonderful Christmas story, and one of my favorites. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXcvBxVvnQwb7OKRHJ-17I7SSuJ7fn9FmUcUyMhyRVYYDB5aMKoaCqHZ8F9jUCw18J9sb_WLmOSF1QgEZ8bHzO3xGlQMJlH4_WeTML_Zs3lodVflyheeYg5js7uwpDaJExTj-v78sHi2Ck/s640/blogger-image-854379600.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXcvBxVvnQwb7OKRHJ-17I7SSuJ7fn9FmUcUyMhyRVYYDB5aMKoaCqHZ8F9jUCw18J9sb_WLmOSF1QgEZ8bHzO3xGlQMJlH4_WeTML_Zs3lodVflyheeYg5js7uwpDaJExTj-v78sHi2Ck/s640/blogger-image-854379600.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div> I think the narrative has been tied to Riley, Farkle and the BMW assumptions. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3zDG5N03Qihh8YoETxFI7IOVzNU4J6snucALUHOjuB_Q7wYve3r_bHf4S5mOqe5C4RGLaNUBRdZCS_0oZXHHs4pmDAq3ikxZdF9ASA3ymjGeFkAXwIGikQowbemt6tER2Vb3zzNPpOdd5/s640/blogger-image--2031076523.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3zDG5N03Qihh8YoETxFI7IOVzNU4J6snucALUHOjuB_Q7wYve3r_bHf4S5mOqe5C4RGLaNUBRdZCS_0oZXHHs4pmDAq3ikxZdF9ASA3ymjGeFkAXwIGikQowbemt6tER2Vb3zzNPpOdd5/s640/blogger-image--2031076523.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>In the story, Clara is a sweet girl with dreams to be a ballet performer. <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Clara is also known as Marie in the ballet. </span></div><div>She is very excited on Christmas Eve when her Grandfather Drosselmeyer brings his Christmas gifts. </div><div>After telling the children a story about a young man cursed by the Mouse king, Grandfather Drosselmeyer gives Clara a nutcracker. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3RfVsueAJ_Cf__TWgJSsRyOrvFAvmShau8tc-sbemgc7LKxH7-E6-8eFBml1YXZae2ORxRx0CVOtbrP7l0HxTpy_pxnz1F5HO11Xu0VeMLDHaQ2YXI5pyu6R9LDFDsigMIR09fQS8kFj-/s640/blogger-image--2065228773.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3RfVsueAJ_Cf__TWgJSsRyOrvFAvmShau8tc-sbemgc7LKxH7-E6-8eFBml1YXZae2ORxRx0CVOtbrP7l0HxTpy_pxnz1F5HO11Xu0VeMLDHaQ2YXI5pyu6R9LDFDsigMIR09fQS8kFj-/s640/blogger-image--2065228773.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>As Clara cradles her new gift in her arms, her little brother grabs it from her and causes the nutcracker to lose his jaw. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggoGQIngRFkMPUyp77SdyhRYCcyNuKq4uaky_rudkSHKfMKFAD_dV4LhB80UM1B0FkXUV1ADtjCLfiXl6GCgSAXVrmWfUnYsuicpyj5fW1faJQDDAGA5KKyJuZxBz7rUuNCsYwPxzCOlbv/s640/blogger-image-1811705232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggoGQIngRFkMPUyp77SdyhRYCcyNuKq4uaky_rudkSHKfMKFAD_dV4LhB80UM1B0FkXUV1ADtjCLfiXl6GCgSAXVrmWfUnYsuicpyj5fW1faJQDDAGA5KKyJuZxBz7rUuNCsYwPxzCOlbv/s640/blogger-image-1811705232.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>(This sounds very similar to a certain Barry the Bear Bear losing a face, doesn't it?) </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCK4WcyLzx4aR31VhigzB76hqROCtuLPcF2hAartgc77rAgXRTCPpGAYysugnr9Kno7ahvOlMu2w5kCSqSBSds1hNlEP_0KupRWIg2y0gBZiWG9sqSrVzV4dsGfo0uFhGXy7Ri0xGLIOXN/s640/blogger-image-1790122309.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCK4WcyLzx4aR31VhigzB76hqROCtuLPcF2hAartgc77rAgXRTCPpGAYysugnr9Kno7ahvOlMu2w5kCSqSBSds1hNlEP_0KupRWIg2y0gBZiWG9sqSrVzV4dsGfo0uFhGXy7Ri0xGLIOXN/s640/blogger-image-1790122309.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>The rest of the children don't appreciate the Nutcracker the way that Clara does. </div><div>As Grandfather Drosselmeyer ties a bandage around the Nutcracker, he promises to fix it, Clara finds one of the doll beds to place the Nutcracker on with care, and she promises to nurse him back to health. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLQi2UX9NxHR4sjuh5Iz7UvCq7l584TMCW8xKsvycMBxg_R3AT27A7NxtnryufxTW2X2TXo9G6QQB9zDP_cPa-kl2mp9JMwjNBQb8bZUxdagYOeOgyANBMQw4z6Nz0GQiChLIoLDW7hsVc/s640/blogger-image--1886624260.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLQi2UX9NxHR4sjuh5Iz7UvCq7l584TMCW8xKsvycMBxg_R3AT27A7NxtnryufxTW2X2TXo9G6QQB9zDP_cPa-kl2mp9JMwjNBQb8bZUxdagYOeOgyANBMQw4z6Nz0GQiChLIoLDW7hsVc/s640/blogger-image--1886624260.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>As the Christmas festivities die down, Grandfather Drosselmeyer finishes his tale and explains to Clara that the Nutcracker is known as the prince of the dolls. He is waiting for a girl to lift the curse, and when she does, he will make her his princess. </div><div>("Who will treat me, like a princess," "Like me!") </div><div>Clara is intrigued by the story, and after she has to go to bed, she returns to the living room, only to see Grandfather Drosselmeyer fix the nutcracker. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl_d4AvJLwMAB9lJIqOOS-z7ZM9xFIQzzUQXavyz6LOtSVmLzLCcLLWBHdI1TSMgcHnr1E5JSNZ-b05kKKTsxzpsd7jZqHoNH19OHEfi_xtxKdLgpueDTQuaX0z4PLb3HYL28rILg1PjXP/s640/blogger-image-20488427.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl_d4AvJLwMAB9lJIqOOS-z7ZM9xFIQzzUQXavyz6LOtSVmLzLCcLLWBHdI1TSMgcHnr1E5JSNZ-b05kKKTsxzpsd7jZqHoNH19OHEfi_xtxKdLgpueDTQuaX0z4PLb3HYL28rILg1PjXP/s640/blogger-image-20488427.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>As she goes to see him, something magical happens. The toys come to life, and the Nutcracker is once again forced to battle the dreaded mouse king. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv_F9H6i8GC2gE35KKD2W8XjooJRMrmZPjteHbJG-g_gRn_mRzZQKUpx11C18ZM9oj-gJ4noVoHwvXuprUgwj2IE7LXoMuT08Zm97wAQyEWQNHu9nOVkkCzbYA_ls-kXyUDflC207bkpMi/s640/blogger-image--1906620158.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv_F9H6i8GC2gE35KKD2W8XjooJRMrmZPjteHbJG-g_gRn_mRzZQKUpx11C18ZM9oj-gJ4noVoHwvXuprUgwj2IE7LXoMuT08Zm97wAQyEWQNHu9nOVkkCzbYA_ls-kXyUDflC207bkpMi/s640/blogger-image--1906620158.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Clara helps the Nutcracker defeat the evil Mouse King, and he invites her to go with him to the land of the dolls. As she arrives, the dolls greet them and they are treated like royalty. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXvCnUkSsCW8Ajfa8xgIm1dt0RvegARcMYN22b7a4orOZQTcc1ZsEIGjIYilqMHOUNbwGN_MPaFLlVFulHLnWx2F6L_stJy-RYMBdQGPicBTod0oYWxZx0XiRKWjnmS4jD-ZPaO5W8mDn0/s640/blogger-image-51907526.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXvCnUkSsCW8Ajfa8xgIm1dt0RvegARcMYN22b7a4orOZQTcc1ZsEIGjIYilqMHOUNbwGN_MPaFLlVFulHLnWx2F6L_stJy-RYMBdQGPicBTod0oYWxZx0XiRKWjnmS4jD-ZPaO5W8mDn0/s640/blogger-image-51907526.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>In the end, Clara goes back home, and the Nutcracker disappears. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXfr4LnWn0-IgG-xkKYtaT76VmgOyu0dEu6Ltdcfky0LwQrnOyYc2ruabmT1gj3TZFA3tZ0zOjKPcsq_qPXDA9KjIdQVRAXPIFOWc_YYBCv823d9CUAzWUydrryhpQNdDzhe-Jwvx4HAFs/s640/blogger-image--1417910404.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXfr4LnWn0-IgG-xkKYtaT76VmgOyu0dEu6Ltdcfky0LwQrnOyYc2ruabmT1gj3TZFA3tZ0zOjKPcsq_qPXDA9KjIdQVRAXPIFOWc_YYBCv823d9CUAzWUydrryhpQNdDzhe-Jwvx4HAFs/s640/blogger-image--1417910404.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Devastated, Clara rushes to tell Grandfather Drosselmeyer, only to find that a boy around her age is helping him build more toys. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8WOnHniWDDZCLJ9gBvC5WIboViv_Fm0T6eIENIxRLX4PRERf0-piHnNIwl5hRVtBL0-P21BmP3F5mNuvCaBpv94pQDb-void4LUMDzshoaZp5ZNi5dJiAVp3Sg3AwrzbBkdt1TXU6Jm5O/s640/blogger-image-1898934521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8WOnHniWDDZCLJ9gBvC5WIboViv_Fm0T6eIENIxRLX4PRERf0-piHnNIwl5hRVtBL0-P21BmP3F5mNuvCaBpv94pQDb-void4LUMDzshoaZp5ZNi5dJiAVp3Sg3AwrzbBkdt1TXU6Jm5O/s640/blogger-image-1898934521.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglDNvIG6IcOJBnKuoT2_MFlbn4zv2B9J2WEzJ6P3hdT6C0hBzA9pARV3CbVkSSNvmVYKNDVZMkVNNJdRD0sP-Yjftk1g5iAD1cinJkOgnaeAm1sglYwQhyphenhyphenN76o3mYQMSXV8L4HyviXQuO6/s640/blogger-image--945359883.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglDNvIG6IcOJBnKuoT2_MFlbn4zv2B9J2WEzJ6P3hdT6C0hBzA9pARV3CbVkSSNvmVYKNDVZMkVNNJdRD0sP-Yjftk1g5iAD1cinJkOgnaeAm1sglYwQhyphenhyphenN76o3mYQMSXV8L4HyviXQuO6/s640/blogger-image--945359883.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>In the story, Drosselmier's nephew does not appear until after Clara helps the Nutcracker. </div><div>In the ballet, he is there the whole time. </div></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg52F3r34K9oQaLLXDIBFd2izN0wqk57WvOmuvPKx11G7QbP0AFplOFjOjNhnjTxpxjOlDOO5dNy-Emhr8S1wLfP4Fzx0iELtvY2hM8Q_vtLdeYHk5zIDz1wCyiZocxtxNETHnh74ELdj9k/s640/blogger-image-588570103.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg52F3r34K9oQaLLXDIBFd2izN0wqk57WvOmuvPKx11G7QbP0AFplOFjOjNhnjTxpxjOlDOO5dNy-Emhr8S1wLfP4Fzx0iELtvY2hM8Q_vtLdeYHk5zIDz1wCyiZocxtxNETHnh74ELdj9k/s640/blogger-image-588570103.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>This story has many parallels to the "story" of Riley and Farkle. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKwqCuUtkKCMAHRt8EC8gC6jQ0tUCY2Sgion8tjToB_mHnetMuLfhysC6a16oD3A0ObUMNpT1Bim01f-r27ZHkM_ZLZP38uozvh22qgBmBXkmNvFfVlgzCvSokUvN06dIEOJqULnCFoKGA/s640/blogger-image-1029243532.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKwqCuUtkKCMAHRt8EC8gC6jQ0tUCY2Sgion8tjToB_mHnetMuLfhysC6a16oD3A0ObUMNpT1Bim01f-r27ZHkM_ZLZP38uozvh22qgBmBXkmNvFfVlgzCvSokUvN06dIEOJqULnCFoKGA/s640/blogger-image-1029243532.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Farkle would be the nutcracker, stuck in the Minkus role and taken for granted. Yet, waiting for his princess to save him.</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgse_T8BJSRdxeJhWqgzvRJ_j4b5w4JYJGJv75i55W8LYkYbJ-ov8mBmxz2iDmpz7HMAmD9Wnyu5FcTN0EOBQJWvS-TfH4f82_1e5BdliihztKjyPZb1-g1lBr5geDFN6VIC0Jg62eGTY2d/s640/blogger-image-2002423187.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgse_T8BJSRdxeJhWqgzvRJ_j4b5w4JYJGJv75i55W8LYkYbJ-ov8mBmxz2iDmpz7HMAmD9Wnyu5FcTN0EOBQJWvS-TfH4f82_1e5BdliihztKjyPZb1-g1lBr5geDFN6VIC0Jg62eGTY2d/s640/blogger-image-2002423187.jpg"></a></div> </div><div>Riley would be Clara, a dreamer with a big heart who promises to care for the Nutcracker Prince and helps him defeat the mouse king. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigXZ2ZIUJ6GS2vbnhv7zprD8qtIqcNu2Tm-dwX1XbYD7iucvu8CIgP1RSVrHM_sT8-dezuqFIUo6OMuE9-WDy-aX6T7-nLa8_jWqvga0mB6iD2Gfr93TGGEyeUBPidtIDTlVyKWa1WAiGs/s640/blogger-image-1870778148.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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(Like Clara and the Nutcracker Prince defeated the mouse king. </div><div>Once they learn from each other, their story will become clear. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqPmmXNo9dot4CqSatIsHsA9V0HtL9YGblbi2Un9zzrIUVng3mbHE2KxhcFeA-6NBHfN98NbQGYUMTLv54WydxO9oxje6ZLMZXo74dP4FI0_gcuO359F-rWTdOnOP1FFQLszYdYxlDgl0Z/s640/blogger-image--1384589077.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqPmmXNo9dot4CqSatIsHsA9V0HtL9YGblbi2Un9zzrIUVng3mbHE2KxhcFeA-6NBHfN98NbQGYUMTLv54WydxO9oxje6ZLMZXo74dP4FI0_gcuO359F-rWTdOnOP1FFQLszYdYxlDgl0Z/s640/blogger-image--1384589077.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilbYPJ3niVIB_R3Poem46ije2zDHnQU9Gy8LYN0xMv8eLH96SCCDk0NxT_OwOKjD9zyZXS03wH2bqmBvMhKMWnRJ_7W7Brzp_KmYrx1LpJjxaUoRexdIb_kqXOK7WIGMa6tRVVnW1kEvZd/s640/blogger-image-1824591021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilbYPJ3niVIB_R3Poem46ije2zDHnQU9Gy8LYN0xMv8eLH96SCCDk0NxT_OwOKjD9zyZXS03wH2bqmBvMhKMWnRJ_7W7Brzp_KmYrx1LpJjxaUoRexdIb_kqXOK7WIGMa6tRVVnW1kEvZd/s640/blogger-image-1824591021.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></div><div><br></div>Sarah Goldenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130024304675806142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5463981268881984582.post-39973530677752329732016-11-25T09:31:00.001-08:002016-11-25T09:32:42.071-08:00Moana: A Movie Review<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVuU5P5wq_01X1ujosaeDE3C3v7vrukXMM2jXzzeFdU2jOyfbrCQeXV9jmjY_7R4RUQW0TDB-wcVR0bIhxWE2cR54ClXg8M8aaEjAMKYBJrYIEOeZwiYZ2rPogRtDUBfo7aTywQYrqmqnQ/s640/blogger-image-235890921.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVuU5P5wq_01X1ujosaeDE3C3v7vrukXMM2jXzzeFdU2jOyfbrCQeXV9jmjY_7R4RUQW0TDB-wcVR0bIhxWE2cR54ClXg8M8aaEjAMKYBJrYIEOeZwiYZ2rPogRtDUBfo7aTywQYrqmqnQ/s640/blogger-image-235890921.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Moana is a beautiful tribute to the Polynesian culture and an epic coming of age tale. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLagQNap4ry9g6dsGwtz2t2MoDQ29bAG6YN_C4FD-aqQ-3Kk4riCScD8ZpMRsfgo_hN5mMCAZZQ6F0OXqYF8w6AVGvv9Z43yWka_fpyNPb0n2S4pcbzldOI5_vDGoauEU9ibfFAfVoNvr0/s640/blogger-image-1580336209.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLagQNap4ry9g6dsGwtz2t2MoDQ29bAG6YN_C4FD-aqQ-3Kk4riCScD8ZpMRsfgo_hN5mMCAZZQ6F0OXqYF8w6AVGvv9Z43yWka_fpyNPb0n2S4pcbzldOI5_vDGoauEU9ibfFAfVoNvr0/s640/blogger-image-1580336209.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Since she was born, Moana of Motunui has been drawn to the ocean, but as the chief's daughter she has a role to play. When the island begins to decay, Moana is given a new role, the savior of her people. She must find the demigod Maui and convince him to right a terrible wrong. But Maui is not just any demigod. He is a cunning trickster, who wants nothing more than human praise. </div><div>This task turns into an important journey, with many lessons along the way. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkbwtV7mPAALDIQHmoDEPSuenyuhxjTyXXlDZTOO86RVQJJtINcK57NFQj6MVJ0TAyaX_p1mSIcjbLHB7-RaCZZhfFk_u9eP9ODdA44JYe9GXumpmdMx-iiI9M_ETtbig3lvE6jAyi4NjS/s640/blogger-image-1852744277.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkbwtV7mPAALDIQHmoDEPSuenyuhxjTyXXlDZTOO86RVQJJtINcK57NFQj6MVJ0TAyaX_p1mSIcjbLHB7-RaCZZhfFk_u9eP9ODdA44JYe9GXumpmdMx-iiI9M_ETtbig3lvE6jAyi4NjS/s640/blogger-image-1852744277.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>As Moana tests her limits, learns things that she can do, and listens to her own intuition, she discovers one of the most important things in life, and one of the most difficult. There is power in knowing who you truly are. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw0vIbs-VGQZf6-LpozyyBE-ISKQsxQY9oPuvLYONaUmx20U3fSElCnku6KC2IC17qTwwvPAk4GZh-iyclv7amB06RkP1I1KBoRkCOOVBA1lEYzc1bVvAjbe_uqbZJZt2eDalY_9SvyFds/s640/blogger-image--497614297.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw0vIbs-VGQZf6-LpozyyBE-ISKQsxQY9oPuvLYONaUmx20U3fSElCnku6KC2IC17qTwwvPAk4GZh-iyclv7amB06RkP1I1KBoRkCOOVBA1lEYzc1bVvAjbe_uqbZJZt2eDalY_9SvyFds/s640/blogger-image--497614297.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>This entire movie was beautiful, from the animation to the music. The eloquent sounds of Te Vaka, and the clever lyrics of Lin-Manuel Miranda add an extra dimension to the tale. With interesting characters, and a clean-cut storyline, this film is one of the best Disney movies in a long time. The mythology is amazing, and the history compelling. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8SwUYd4wdJkEuGUW9sr2d4R9-EIwUTqFq271WS7UWFrNeik-SrB_o_PEWo9NGVPOd3hkaxtXUteXbvbjZ_OuIiiqvLAF2vWvIGV3mPEIwPv-OreraXSRag4zmbZXM9JWeR7rH8sluXpKe/s640/blogger-image-23158519.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8SwUYd4wdJkEuGUW9sr2d4R9-EIwUTqFq271WS7UWFrNeik-SrB_o_PEWo9NGVPOd3hkaxtXUteXbvbjZ_OuIiiqvLAF2vWvIGV3mPEIwPv-OreraXSRag4zmbZXM9JWeR7rH8sluXpKe/s640/blogger-image-23158519.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>I recommend this film to people of all walks of life. It is a voyage of self discovery. </div><div>Five out of five conch shells. </div>Sarah Goldenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130024304675806142noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5463981268881984582.post-84457594115383693152016-11-05T07:52:00.001-07:002016-11-05T08:07:47.374-07:00Doctor Strange: A Movie Review<div>
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Doctor Strange was a magnificent film with incredible special effects and a powerful philosophical story line. </div>
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When Doctor Steven Strange loses the ability to use his hands, his beloved career as a neurosurgeon and his sense of purpose and productivity go with it. Despite the care of Christine, his trusted friend and confidant, Strange feels broken and lost. </div>
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After seven surgeries and physical therapy sessions, Strange becomes angry at the world, and he goes on a quest for answers. He travels to Nepal in search of a place called Kamar-taj, rumored to be a healing sanctuary of spiritual enlightenment. </div>
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He meets a person called The Ancient One, and his perspective is changed by the possibilities of the universe. As Strange learns about the rules of magic, he makes a choice about who he wants to be, and he learns that you can't control anything, except your own perspective. </div>
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Steven Strange was a great character, and watching him grow from an arrogant man into a noble hero is the heart of the film. Benedict Cumberbatch did a wonderful job representing a broken man on his way to healing and purpose. His strength and weakness is his curiosity, and his desire to learn all he can about the world around him. </div>
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Every character in this film is interesting. The Ancient One was more complex than she appeared, and the audience is left to decide what is wrong and what is right. </div>
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Under the plot of the film, a powerful message about the benefits of failure and the strengths of losing the ego is delivered. One of the most important lessons in life: that it goes on, even when you believe it is the end of the world, and that only you can decide your own limits. </div>
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In terms of the rumors going around about the ethnicities cast in the film, each minority had representation in a well written character. The order of Kamar-taj was universal, with alliances all around the world. Many ethnicities were given representation, and the roles of women in the film were focused on their personalities, and not their sexuality. </div>
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Sarah Goldenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130024304675806142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5463981268881984582.post-28446262430111827482016-10-31T12:15:00.001-07:002016-10-31T21:36:19.283-07:00Farkle as Dracula: A Girl Meets World Theory<div>
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When Riley and Maya first meet Farkle, he is dressed as Dracula. That's no accident. </div>
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Dracula and Farkle have some things in common. </div>
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For one, they don't have a lot of faith. And two, they fall for the innocent and loving princess in their story. </div>
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In the original novel Bram Stoker's Dracula, the vampire was more than just a blood sucking fiend. He was a count, and he desired power and control. When he lost it all, he cursed God, renouncing his faith in him, and he became an undead (neither dead or alive) and fed off the blood of others. His true love dies, and he believes that Mina is her reincarnation, because she is kind and loving. </div>
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Mina is the wife of John Harker, who doubts himself. She wants to be like her friend Lucy, and she is often related to mentions of light throughout the narrative. </div>
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Before Dracula pursues Mina, he seduces and transforms her friend Lucy into one of his followers.</div>
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But, his pursuit of Mina is very different. He courts her, playing the role of a lover, but when Mina discovers who Dracula is, he is ashamed, and he refuses to transform Mina into a mindless follower. </div>
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He wants to make her his equal, and he promises her eternal love. Mina agrees, but Van Helsing interrupts the ritual. </div>
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When Mina is under the care of Van Helsing and Harker, she feels connected to Dracula, and she wants to save him. Darkness desires light and light desires darkness. </div>
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At the end of the story, Mina makes a choice. She kills Dracula, after Dracula himself begs her to do so. He no longer wants to be between life and death. After driving a stake through Dracula's heart, Mina tells him that she loves him saving everyone from darkness. In the end, Mina returns to Harker, and they live the rest of their lives together. </div>
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So how does this relate to Farkle? Well, Farkle has a lot of doubt in things that cannot be proven. He's cynical about things that can't be explained by science, and he likes to be in control. (He is like Harker in this way)</div>
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We see this dynamic from the beginning in the Pilot when he claims that Riley is the sun and Maya is the night. He has already set up the rules for Farkle Nation, which we see the outcome of in both Girl Meets Friendship and Girl Meets Crazy Hat. He wants to rule the world. He desires power. </div>
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But, he also holds Riley in the role of the angel, and often treats her differently than Maya. Around Riley, Farkle is supportive, caring and attentive. Around Maya, he is a major flirt with hardly any substance. </div>
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In Girl Meets Farkle's Choice, Farkle tells Riley, "there is only you." But, he still flirts with Maya, and he eventually steps back. </div>
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He doesn't feel like he's part of the story. His role is in limbo, between the ideal of Lucas and the rules that Farkle himself created. (Neither living nor dead)</div>
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In Girl Meets Flaws, we learn that Farkle is ashamed of who he is. This is a reoccurring theme in the episodes Yearbook, I Am Farkle and Girl Meets The Great Lady of New York. </div>
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Riley and Farkle have an emotional connection. They know when something is wrong with each other. Only Riley can reach Farkle emotionally. And, she has "saved" him a few times in Flaws, Yearbook, I Am Farkle, Money, and Great Lady of New York. </div>
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But despite Riley's obvious attention to Farkle, Farkle pushes Riley towards Lucas in New Years. He doesn't believe that Riley loves him, even though both said so in Texas 3. </div>
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Dracula represents the dictator side of Farkle, the logical side that wants to be in control. As Farkle denies emotion, he gains more and more power over the characters that he has influenced. </div>
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Harker represents the human side of Farkle, the real Farkle. The sweet, observant and loving guy that has been a part of Riley's life this whole time. Even though he doubts himself. </div>
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Farkle is manipulative. His concept that Riley is the sun and Maya is the night has controlled the Purple Cat World from the beginning. Farkle forced his logic on the two girls to avoid having feelings for them, but those feelings were already there. </div>
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It's obvious. He loves Riley, and he has since the moment he "saved her life". But he refuses to acknowledge that. So, he forces his logic on others (like he did on Riley in New Years). As a result, he walks in limbo, neither part of the story nor not part of the story. Until Farkle realizes what he has done, he won't acknowledge his emotions. And because Riley can reach Farkle emotionally, she needs to save Farkle, from himself. From the idea that Farkle has created (that he is nothing). Only Riley can help Farkle understand love.</div>
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Sarah Goldenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130024304675806142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5463981268881984582.post-491641232484298002016-10-18T13:12:00.001-07:002016-10-18T17:00:25.694-07:00Starry Night: A Girl Meets World Theory<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj4ly9rtknQEH9otq9i6WJQoVkOa3A4hLvGQ_HqfLNRPgp0QFUDDzbAl2HqyA6ceuvbwOTEzFFjHS7EGkjmPIqdT2zBO-M3rABTunHRIQXuGFOq94NQskvGNwJdE84xcxSMwcOGib4b5RG/s640/blogger-image-2084308371.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj4ly9rtknQEH9otq9i6WJQoVkOa3A4hLvGQ_HqfLNRPgp0QFUDDzbAl2HqyA6ceuvbwOTEzFFjHS7EGkjmPIqdT2zBO-M3rABTunHRIQXuGFOq94NQskvGNwJdE84xcxSMwcOGib4b5RG/s640/blogger-image-2084308371.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>This theory is based on the assumption that both Riley and Farkle have loved each other the entire time. This doesn't mean that they have already received their "hormonal telegram". Feelings develop subconsciously, and people who ignore feelings and push them away have a difficult time understanding and acknowledging the subconscious.</div><div>When Farkle and Riley meet, they already display a sense of affection and care. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWacO7iNYD6_4CwsCoohISspqR3lENn46KGdrpvoDYkJqoopKYHsr0objNTNPCKK2YlEKQaoqP6eMG9IuAtUkUg6AFwavK_9sh_ZBlUcrAQ-EB1agSGMkaIc2ORTvz8RtYIxGciI_WTRmo/s640/blogger-image--824073434.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWacO7iNYD6_4CwsCoohISspqR3lENn46KGdrpvoDYkJqoopKYHsr0objNTNPCKK2YlEKQaoqP6eMG9IuAtUkUg6AFwavK_9sh_ZBlUcrAQ-EB1agSGMkaIc2ORTvz8RtYIxGciI_WTRmo/s640/blogger-image--824073434.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Farkle "saves" Riley's life by pulling her gently from the bowl of apples. Riley understands that Farkle doesn't want to be laughed at and keeps her promise. </div><div>Riley clearly shows an interest in Farkle, and she asks how she can repay his kindness. </div><div>Due to the fact that Riley has always wanted a Corpanga story, she meets Farkle, and has hope that he will be her love for life.</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe5QP8EcUe4CkF4rBcxTKAuDbVgilHjE7yvfj7jHxBFfCI_DkUzrnJCq4NnO6z_ziLZJM5_Xp5YWgNFkVOmOYs5Oxp16ukxntpZC_B7x-WEw8xlFI2L5G0NLey7jaFz0KEuFRcSU1wi8Rg/s640/blogger-image-827450849.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe5QP8EcUe4CkF4rBcxTKAuDbVgilHjE7yvfj7jHxBFfCI_DkUzrnJCq4NnO6z_ziLZJM5_Xp5YWgNFkVOmOYs5Oxp16ukxntpZC_B7x-WEw8xlFI2L5G0NLey7jaFz0KEuFRcSU1wi8Rg/s640/blogger-image-827450849.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>But, Farkle says he will love both Riley and Maya the same. Riley is disheartened by this. It causes her to doubt. </div><div>She has been interested in Farkle this whole time. </div><div>I first suspected this when Riley smiled at Farkle in the Halloween World, and she had the ability to influence people through gravity (love). </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXHLUrrfW-6HwF8AV3LtGc3Qe164CriW7rt0E3b-MHybHjnZnPiep-A0TeuPJy_3jouH0nOXdjDhsYa6dqF2CEUDlNUGutVMNx_fBwKvrAkHYp7UtY7ltjjX_C-X1Hj1FH5AoH4_HLO8X0/s640/blogger-image-492565900.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXHLUrrfW-6HwF8AV3LtGc3Qe164CriW7rt0E3b-MHybHjnZnPiep-A0TeuPJy_3jouH0nOXdjDhsYa6dqF2CEUDlNUGutVMNx_fBwKvrAkHYp7UtY7ltjjX_C-X1Hj1FH5AoH4_HLO8X0/s640/blogger-image-492565900.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>So, you can have feelings and not recognize them, especially when doubt comes into play. You can doubt your own feelings. Both Riley and Farkle do this. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2SWb8SvFhHx3FzUiKMOmfnKl6LCSfxTpphH-vVEPQNorMoPbUpDXzmYMWV9OAth2H7aDzMjlj86rWUy_snvOOvzx4ICmElqixsT1hwddiD4F-6Y9EEjj_9m1_TUOWZAd3cZQ1la6Hw2PF/s640/blogger-image--1461651010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2SWb8SvFhHx3FzUiKMOmfnKl6LCSfxTpphH-vVEPQNorMoPbUpDXzmYMWV9OAth2H7aDzMjlj86rWUy_snvOOvzx4ICmElqixsT1hwddiD4F-6Y9EEjj_9m1_TUOWZAd3cZQ1la6Hw2PF/s640/blogger-image--1461651010.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Based on Bay Window, Riley was interested in Farkle the moment she met him. And, she's Auggie's age in the pilot. (And we know how Auggie was determined to have a Corpanga story, and then he met Ava) </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL9zgO_NGAFqeEz2hdZobd3NdTxEpw2L7kuaF4g85rxCYzALeAaQ_xLs9tt3pF8HASCxbFGF5-gTEvX8A2qv8ZRJlkGSCL1Q_eh2Bi8Cpg3GgmGowthvwhOqRK6_H-HQgCSSwamNcjf8y5/s640/blogger-image--1699975707.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL9zgO_NGAFqeEz2hdZobd3NdTxEpw2L7kuaF4g85rxCYzALeAaQ_xLs9tt3pF8HASCxbFGF5-gTEvX8A2qv8ZRJlkGSCL1Q_eh2Bi8Cpg3GgmGowthvwhOqRK6_H-HQgCSSwamNcjf8y5/s640/blogger-image--1699975707.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Riley's been looking for her Corpanga story, and we know that she feels like it's her horizon line. She even wears black when she tells Cory that her impossible thing is Cory and Topanga. Farkle wears black too, and we see both Riley and Farkle struggle with that doubt the entire episode. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxQu_SyWWQtpGB8WQrMByF-_UzxM_Yv7LHPl3U6xuVOTCPiGGsBbcPgHyUiU04_e6avQdpZohw6l4JuazGMXDG4jzHejrqBnlFw7HVJMVJ0clYVf7ZaShapjtPFUsiFBgWI8dKndkmnSSV/s640/blogger-image-762362141.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxQu_SyWWQtpGB8WQrMByF-_UzxM_Yv7LHPl3U6xuVOTCPiGGsBbcPgHyUiU04_e6avQdpZohw6l4JuazGMXDG4jzHejrqBnlFw7HVJMVJ0clYVf7ZaShapjtPFUsiFBgWI8dKndkmnSSV/s640/blogger-image-762362141.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Why does Riley reject Farkle under Maya's influence? Because she doubts him. She doesn't believe that he likes her, because he said he likes Maya too. </div><div>What has Jexica always wanted? </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeJsyqEYEMrZuhVe3MYOKTdJc_kLymnMi_DtpUkoDi-GF2AwpaOBekLezQUCJb0UvcYt7okKPyIiB7GuBd_y-kWJ7A8uI3aO62C5Y-JHte2Lga4lZWoFDVXXOc41-4axZ7_-64hVNt2vQC/s640/blogger-image-2091718208.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeJsyqEYEMrZuhVe3MYOKTdJc_kLymnMi_DtpUkoDi-GF2AwpaOBekLezQUCJb0UvcYt7okKPyIiB7GuBd_y-kWJ7A8uI3aO62C5Y-JHte2Lga4lZWoFDVXXOc41-4axZ7_-64hVNt2vQC/s640/blogger-image-2091718208.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Now, what does that have to do with Starry Night? </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifjNjkuCQMG5kFPWwlCvHQqUHKdb8-_a-Vx1q121sQnmJZYGooKI3Rgjfx0wWVzHPuQbL5bIVjqtIFbYdaNR7TB5uX9DnsPHKMEBcnb3b8k1VJneH1JDGXgb0pO9iIS73LPdRIy4YqHiPL/s640/blogger-image--563438774.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifjNjkuCQMG5kFPWwlCvHQqUHKdb8-_a-Vx1q121sQnmJZYGooKI3Rgjfx0wWVzHPuQbL5bIVjqtIFbYdaNR7TB5uX9DnsPHKMEBcnb3b8k1VJneH1JDGXgb0pO9iIS73LPdRIy4YqHiPL/s640/blogger-image--563438774.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>In Boy Meets World, Van Gogh's Starry Night was an important element in bringing Cory and Topanga back together. </div><div>Cory and Topanga see the painting differently. Topanga wants Cory to understand the emotion, and the love in the painting. Cory wants Topanga to believe in them. He sees the painting as just a painting. </div><div>In this scene, Cory wears red while he explains that he will always have faith in their love.</div><div>Topanga wears black as she expresses her doubt. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6CnL5DDLAYvzXfRcUrZosLaYaxKGuPwcGfI2Uif6NN_YEQZaWFCW6MGcjlvvvv-zYF99ibKboavlATsqJPkm1UwIvWYfBnuHdB48ae7mAHGOJ38U7A9OH4BOdQOyY1EGs89KRnlSKBfba/s640/blogger-image--753498404.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6CnL5DDLAYvzXfRcUrZosLaYaxKGuPwcGfI2Uif6NN_YEQZaWFCW6MGcjlvvvv-zYF99ibKboavlATsqJPkm1UwIvWYfBnuHdB48ae7mAHGOJ38U7A9OH4BOdQOyY1EGs89KRnlSKBfba/s640/blogger-image--753498404.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Riley and Farkle dance around each other. They send each other mixed messages. Some cause hope that they will be together, and others cause doubt. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwFz8vByTlVzMAhRAoOPdQ7YpvFEaKgk6Kt1wrAr_AuAhZ3JKCbaCWu6OZN5WzIXlCYB6QdSx714flIg5leBzwWDkqQRIhbAsGptDbKVvwLCtB_xQU4_nVcYmOXpVu11ZsVcRCW0zbHSkZ/s640/blogger-image-1124343790.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwFz8vByTlVzMAhRAoOPdQ7YpvFEaKgk6Kt1wrAr_AuAhZ3JKCbaCWu6OZN5WzIXlCYB6QdSx714flIg5leBzwWDkqQRIhbAsGptDbKVvwLCtB_xQU4_nVcYmOXpVu11ZsVcRCW0zbHSkZ/s640/blogger-image-1124343790.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Farkle needs proof, so as he watches Riley fall for the "face", he is filled with more and more doubt. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU6b4APjM8uMWxksBv-js1WKEFrbtuImvjVi0T1TBif6cZcBiMeaoC7VgNHH8-7ubLOHQ28sA1tsgdFMsXBPhOWNzo0IQckQ1bNTprVsQq8ImgodNhPK1DOR0Vh-tbgglVCvuW9SfrIOtm/s640/blogger-image--414590584.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU6b4APjM8uMWxksBv-js1WKEFrbtuImvjVi0T1TBif6cZcBiMeaoC7VgNHH8-7ubLOHQ28sA1tsgdFMsXBPhOWNzo0IQckQ1bNTprVsQq8ImgodNhPK1DOR0Vh-tbgglVCvuW9SfrIOtm/s640/blogger-image--414590584.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>We know that Riley has faith in things that she doesn't see. She has faith that she will find her prince charming, and she tells Maya that they should never settle for anyone less than Farkle. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwjccz9qj-zzJTIs9kJiBicDf9T9qzlCfJHothCk82FvKw0iuP2qYdVrCn26BVqI7rLMkFM2IiiGaWylHy5WtgI3P1nmVdvwQloEdr6kHQai_LHJdEPO1rb2_nVpXa8SZMZhB97Qi8J3Z4/s640/blogger-image-445694121.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwjccz9qj-zzJTIs9kJiBicDf9T9qzlCfJHothCk82FvKw0iuP2qYdVrCn26BVqI7rLMkFM2IiiGaWylHy5WtgI3P1nmVdvwQloEdr6kHQai_LHJdEPO1rb2_nVpXa8SZMZhB97Qi8J3Z4/s640/blogger-image-445694121.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>But as Riley watches Farkle pursue Maya, she begins to doubt. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6632EWJPQ13vtWsv23rmY0ZAph7smeI2QJYZ5nVGfyuVe7UymHKFwTQKE8aQ-3fs5LMc6C4eDVWPJQzjf5-LR5IdVD0EQXO_V8vDbu0uz-o-5ncnPF6ukuVdXIYuBAJQ32hgM_lYoBnBw/s640/blogger-image--231785385.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6632EWJPQ13vtWsv23rmY0ZAph7smeI2QJYZ5nVGfyuVe7UymHKFwTQKE8aQ-3fs5LMc6C4eDVWPJQzjf5-LR5IdVD0EQXO_V8vDbu0uz-o-5ncnPF6ukuVdXIYuBAJQ32hgM_lYoBnBw/s640/blogger-image--231785385.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>She doesn't believe that Farkle is sincere. In Farkle's Choice, the dynamic between Riley and Farkle is clear. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyPg9gIxuzHe6Naa80moeCfJmnT8BEnP8REFtL_ap5nmBTrjESV6D61xx1PAbtHlv8b4XvQbxOWgiPpHWHv12gVtFtpxJxvpj1mnHT4iPSo6Ys68QS-FR1itO5EUs2_tVDAAaFoWthjGy2/s640/blogger-image--836821644.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyPg9gIxuzHe6Naa80moeCfJmnT8BEnP8REFtL_ap5nmBTrjESV6D61xx1PAbtHlv8b4XvQbxOWgiPpHWHv12gVtFtpxJxvpj1mnHT4iPSo6Ys68QS-FR1itO5EUs2_tVDAAaFoWthjGy2/s640/blogger-image--836821644.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiChxZ8KVu5HluGu8RxbigST0jFP9_dGTspRY9uUgRAq6e3tJGAxJJBFPPq-swn34c8JOaNSLJLY_7YeTawjnkt7aJo4YTM01-RnXGiPmuAI5PJxk_9X4EQ0Ww_ox9KgoGVTo-CEgCCLpEl/s640/blogger-image-334314338.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiChxZ8KVu5HluGu8RxbigST0jFP9_dGTspRY9uUgRAq6e3tJGAxJJBFPPq-swn34c8JOaNSLJLY_7YeTawjnkt7aJo4YTM01-RnXGiPmuAI5PJxk_9X4EQ0Ww_ox9KgoGVTo-CEgCCLpEl/s640/blogger-image-334314338.jpg"></a></div></div></div><div>Riley is flattered by Farkle's intentions, but she still doubts him because he is pursuing Maya at the same time. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF-fOqCx7aty3OyMAU9gzk-GrOnTBOV1BjYSLOtb72GK_l0-s6K-dT5l1-3uqoc9nqZBLhLcJC7t7KK3tihlWPpVvCHvcccrzXsubGJlfmYfe-i5_zMYjPCWvDPyIRH68q90nI6V9SnTqK/s640/blogger-image--486169416.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF-fOqCx7aty3OyMAU9gzk-GrOnTBOV1BjYSLOtb72GK_l0-s6K-dT5l1-3uqoc9nqZBLhLcJC7t7KK3tihlWPpVvCHvcccrzXsubGJlfmYfe-i5_zMYjPCWvDPyIRH68q90nI6V9SnTqK/s640/blogger-image--486169416.jpg"></a></div></div><div>In Girl Meets Truth, Riley wears red when she is in the role of Juliet. Farkle's spear carrier uniform is mostly black. Farkle interrupts the play, upset that Lucas is going to kiss Riley. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxga5498zM9HLjZ1NrP-UQuAQS_ARvn_hQWbm9sNrQRLCXA6Tk-GwyX_MMJNsQs8VXt9G3FI72pvNqL8zGQDNp6y55Z4m4WYAF_nm-t5RW6PN2rd0ax04GWvYLkUtCsfOGWuJAhvDOg6BW/s640/blogger-image--1774872923.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxga5498zM9HLjZ1NrP-UQuAQS_ARvn_hQWbm9sNrQRLCXA6Tk-GwyX_MMJNsQs8VXt9G3FI72pvNqL8zGQDNp6y55Z4m4WYAF_nm-t5RW6PN2rd0ax04GWvYLkUtCsfOGWuJAhvDOg6BW/s640/blogger-image--1774872923.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>At the end of the play, everyone applauds for the kids as they walk out into the hallway. But, when Farkle walks out, only Riley applauds, causing the other kids to applaud him. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuXdlilBlfVSnS56vU_oTkTulIYF4Q0McWym8hGXt4Y8OhtP9gJ7tkcqMDKEk-eTzpu38c0xHZvkVO1rzEWFAIAb91mihJnIttx3-Z8CNAtBWLDqMBMjb3ssQAhtZ3DTBdutk8eKz55kMG/s640/blogger-image--2009044300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuXdlilBlfVSnS56vU_oTkTulIYF4Q0McWym8hGXt4Y8OhtP9gJ7tkcqMDKEk-eTzpu38c0xHZvkVO1rzEWFAIAb91mihJnIttx3-Z8CNAtBWLDqMBMjb3ssQAhtZ3DTBdutk8eKz55kMG/s640/blogger-image--2009044300.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyA3NKeyh__auIhapAxHk-C3MJExPUhyphenhyphennKPzekGciwbxRroe1aXsgvWB9pOyECGnMZ-6HpjmpUOZv8vDhxSQlv78rMO4fJPZUUCHR3nl0ejzuR4JkD-OcrhLrsVqFhE6ptANVWhxQlJZwh/s640/blogger-image-157940995.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyA3NKeyh__auIhapAxHk-C3MJExPUhyphenhyphennKPzekGciwbxRroe1aXsgvWB9pOyECGnMZ-6HpjmpUOZv8vDhxSQlv78rMO4fJPZUUCHR3nl0ejzuR4JkD-OcrhLrsVqFhE6ptANVWhxQlJZwh/s640/blogger-image-157940995.jpg"></a></div></div><br></div><div>Riley tells Farkle that he is one of the best actors in middle school. This changes him. He wears red for the rest of the episode. Riley has given him faith again. </div><div>When Riley finds Farkle after his audition, he is devastated. </div><div>After she apologizes, Farkle gets up from the slab and tells Riley that she filled him with confidence. He thanks her, and then he kisses her. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_cmY3M7XJ_0-04S3y46pO2_-4x62c0F5TPfbTuz5m4JSRiYfkU5GoIfufP8JTUB3TF0iQM-ugj6J_VmRufV2UfbAe78HN_fL-_RGEaqRiVyWg1SqrlIDo8VtglizX7HeDLugJEd8lYIJB/s640/blogger-image--1387708572.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_cmY3M7XJ_0-04S3y46pO2_-4x62c0F5TPfbTuz5m4JSRiYfkU5GoIfufP8JTUB3TF0iQM-ugj6J_VmRufV2UfbAe78HN_fL-_RGEaqRiVyWg1SqrlIDo8VtglizX7HeDLugJEd8lYIJB/s640/blogger-image--1387708572.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmsiqgyBb21lLcL4sjPAZW5pLAYseOGdi6j0lQ68HLtUhZLNLDbRUiEU7mEryJsmbg4tOD7iNMRUsK2leEFPZCxmWeG9RzWNoUeMlmjzyb0Y-_h1jCl8D8OkBCO3FBEfZd3kRe_OmtdGAv/s640/blogger-image-1936048314.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmsiqgyBb21lLcL4sjPAZW5pLAYseOGdi6j0lQ68HLtUhZLNLDbRUiEU7mEryJsmbg4tOD7iNMRUsK2leEFPZCxmWeG9RzWNoUeMlmjzyb0Y-_h1jCl8D8OkBCO3FBEfZd3kRe_OmtdGAv/s640/blogger-image-1936048314.jpg"></a></div></div><br></div><div>During this entire scene, Farkle is wearing red, symbolizing that he has faith (belief) in love again. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVNKl5CsfamqiYxubjNvKnNK43KR9YsYm5N06CFmChsrlstgvZjwzyP_2rQf0d-_-MZd6mf7Jm1G85riweHaWIkhaVd2V2IQun4b-LqsqZh__AcSKoDkS2Zq57fBfPLKtLaNa7hhoww0Ls/s640/blogger-image-1535733846.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVNKl5CsfamqiYxubjNvKnNK43KR9YsYm5N06CFmChsrlstgvZjwzyP_2rQf0d-_-MZd6mf7Jm1G85riweHaWIkhaVd2V2IQun4b-LqsqZh__AcSKoDkS2Zq57fBfPLKtLaNa7hhoww0Ls/s640/blogger-image-1535733846.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>In Girl Meets Smackle, Riley and Maya influence Farkle to pursue Smackle, and they push him toward her in Girl Meets I Am Farkle. </div><div>When Farkle asks them to help him understand love, he is wearing all black, the color of doubt. Riley is wearing red and black. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDIoaSzTwMM1kES4TmLUXKXBSDrT_0im14H_pgpHTdd4p-Kgo_msWaWLUjcNcuU3wvfRTKa4oj2maF6Llit2ujuqOwQZPw1jGhF6iCeVcyWeiNrPFfpJGOGyIyFqqKoc_B45X8aF97BIL7/s640/blogger-image-1070044159.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDIoaSzTwMM1kES4TmLUXKXBSDrT_0im14H_pgpHTdd4p-Kgo_msWaWLUjcNcuU3wvfRTKa4oj2maF6Llit2ujuqOwQZPw1jGhF6iCeVcyWeiNrPFfpJGOGyIyFqqKoc_B45X8aF97BIL7/s640/blogger-image-1070044159.jpg"></a></div></div><br></div><div>She clearly believes in Farkle and nothing will ever change that, but Farkle says that his relationship with Riley and Maya is fake, causing Riley to doubt again. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5FqM8GFtjR9XAHl2k86gmdrKO8VgBclWYSVOEkX6eoOrhpGlxe9V1R0sRR6F9JfHYDgTLTTwQl3j5jL2jeyFe8KuGWwvPmBiovhbeKio5eDRzmmpZ7AA_plr3pHlfO15oOjrTsrtRMxbm/s640/blogger-image-1367010409.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5FqM8GFtjR9XAHl2k86gmdrKO8VgBclWYSVOEkX6eoOrhpGlxe9V1R0sRR6F9JfHYDgTLTTwQl3j5jL2jeyFe8KuGWwvPmBiovhbeKio5eDRzmmpZ7AA_plr3pHlfO15oOjrTsrtRMxbm/s640/blogger-image-1367010409.jpg"></a></div></div><br></div></div><div>Riley begins to lose faith that she will ever be with Farkle after this. And, she begins to pursue Lucas more. </div><div>She doesn't push the end of the triangle until Farkle makes it clear that he is with Smackle, but Girl Meets Texas is a completely different situation. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHHJr2_F4hbo9u7Z-LqpzxXBAVsmHJBT2N0_-xWFcfoYhIi8ytVc6ofoylskKjCJMxmK1WTfS7B1cGNNCeolGbFhLw1us5NSpmFwpyqdtQYaqvJwovgqJ1_vmM4P4W_ybt8zsFzxg9Ol21/s640/blogger-image-1524225359.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHHJr2_F4hbo9u7Z-LqpzxXBAVsmHJBT2N0_-xWFcfoYhIi8ytVc6ofoylskKjCJMxmK1WTfS7B1cGNNCeolGbFhLw1us5NSpmFwpyqdtQYaqvJwovgqJ1_vmM4P4W_ybt8zsFzxg9Ol21/s640/blogger-image-1524225359.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Farkle is convinced that Riley loves Lucas, but Riley tells Farkle she loves him. Farkle doesn't get the message. He's too busy thinking that Riley cares for Lucas, not him, to understand what Riley is telling him. Still he says he loves her back without hesitation. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcYnHRpUBnJRG2_1mtbr4XOex459__MUlm0FzpRPXeL3oDNz3jUU8lNvvL7sbPA5pDA0kjbOYi7Drw5VVaMwu_KqA5cncLF1uxZIrNBrLVhnpfyZm2yqdrSbBYa0-kGAW_O_XmHumrCBUA/s640/blogger-image--1188811387.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcYnHRpUBnJRG2_1mtbr4XOex459__MUlm0FzpRPXeL3oDNz3jUU8lNvvL7sbPA5pDA0kjbOYi7Drw5VVaMwu_KqA5cncLF1uxZIrNBrLVhnpfyZm2yqdrSbBYa0-kGAW_O_XmHumrCBUA/s640/blogger-image--1188811387.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>And that leads up to the entire point of Girl Meets New Years. Sense and Sensibility. Head and heart. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv2xsQDwTx9p4tElyQPtsRy_VEfwm1r7Lw6ZM2WFmo43IOpBhe_8R-ejGoZcP7GjGnutjEzeTyTOnBKUQpw-GikAYbbfbKiNx8nYR8fGyllI_LxE0i86sBoiptWrZsnb0w9OaSSOa6Frzl/s640/blogger-image--1136709864.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv2xsQDwTx9p4tElyQPtsRy_VEfwm1r7Lw6ZM2WFmo43IOpBhe_8R-ejGoZcP7GjGnutjEzeTyTOnBKUQpw-GikAYbbfbKiNx8nYR8fGyllI_LxE0i86sBoiptWrZsnb0w9OaSSOa6Frzl/s640/blogger-image--1136709864.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>In Boy Meets World Starry Night, Topanga uses logic (her head) to determine that her relationship with Cory will not work out. Cory still believes in them (he uses his heart). </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT0O6mianPO8LOuot8PQgqGKcueTXwKdKpeFbsiAqfTyO89abov-zj9J-B7Kir16Pzwa1kd_XhGF7aJDnsczomU9UNy5Z__1aSWOqmvzslkGtqM-FJGQGUg1GbGMdW8eRBEgoCQdz8sR54/s640/blogger-image-475020132.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT0O6mianPO8LOuot8PQgqGKcueTXwKdKpeFbsiAqfTyO89abov-zj9J-B7Kir16Pzwa1kd_XhGF7aJDnsczomU9UNy5Z__1aSWOqmvzslkGtqM-FJGQGUg1GbGMdW8eRBEgoCQdz8sR54/s640/blogger-image-475020132.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>They both look at the painting, and they see it differently. </div><div>Topanga sees it as protection. Cory sees it as an attack. </div><div>Topanga uses logic to protect herself. Cory has faith and trusts his heart. The logic in this scenario is a threat to that faith. </div><div>But, they need both points of view to understand one another. </div><div>Topanga experiences a temptation and finally understands what Cory means. Cory goes back to look at Starry Night through Topanga's eyes. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN0BylG948647_fsPZpMLFGNYMzBKw-LxtaIAdJOLSDj7gQP9MT7_UVfsfd99pIZXO0eyKo2IjxOaD3ROMD0dMNRhJinKTDbyMULSU3HETSiVB_1UMgcevkdKaFx1mRofC8jM69_P_n2nk/s640/blogger-image--33894604.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN0BylG948647_fsPZpMLFGNYMzBKw-LxtaIAdJOLSDj7gQP9MT7_UVfsfd99pIZXO0eyKo2IjxOaD3ROMD0dMNRhJinKTDbyMULSU3HETSiVB_1UMgcevkdKaFx1mRofC8jM69_P_n2nk/s640/blogger-image--33894604.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>When Topanga and Cory get back together, at the end of the episode, Topanga is wearing a red jacket. This symbolizes her belief in love, which has been restored through the fact that she has acknowledged Cory's point of view. </div><div>We already know that Cory believes whole heartedly. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifcA8Uh5VuTi-DFZmrqVKVtaTRGvt8fP27uc-Q8dXI1ildwt7o0KNA1LDqzEARK9G77ZrlyHRfsF_XUYfGnTcThXoX7OisPsrNMW5_5gR2FQpiROO1n1P72gKzb-6NFuugC8tb2H9yZaVv/s640/blogger-image-634958979.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifcA8Uh5VuTi-DFZmrqVKVtaTRGvt8fP27uc-Q8dXI1ildwt7o0KNA1LDqzEARK9G77ZrlyHRfsF_XUYfGnTcThXoX7OisPsrNMW5_5gR2FQpiROO1n1P72gKzb-6NFuugC8tb2H9yZaVv/s640/blogger-image-634958979.jpg"></a></div></div><div>The way Topanga describes the painting is also used in the dialogue of Girl Meets Belief. An episode where Farkle learns to believe in the possibility that there are things that science can't explain.</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9moc-aIb-piuYdcIjP_ioNqbwCi-Gt_OMAfCuFRwQBnnPo_jrznqPqBCgH_J5z8s_dVmgf1dSr44GR8Q9_sJ3OCYCK_DcWdpqy55EHo1tLJ0LDHS1BN75MFgJbCazV_M-dUT-zrwf2fUE/s640/blogger-image-990813168.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9moc-aIb-piuYdcIjP_ioNqbwCi-Gt_OMAfCuFRwQBnnPo_jrznqPqBCgH_J5z8s_dVmgf1dSr44GR8Q9_sJ3OCYCK_DcWdpqy55EHo1tLJ0LDHS1BN75MFgJbCazV_M-dUT-zrwf2fUE/s640/blogger-image-990813168.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge4fNtGVcrMUHh_wYa2-wAWWDUHII4htqa6JI8AfaP7qQupi_vKzPmDT3ut8BDLLIzm-ybBR_71kwgZz_cHF4BImp1Qsg6bXscjcA3eLFgHks9oiZ-HKO7AJRUAvxO7jSFJnPndWScwaWq/s640/blogger-image--839821262.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge4fNtGVcrMUHh_wYa2-wAWWDUHII4htqa6JI8AfaP7qQupi_vKzPmDT3ut8BDLLIzm-ybBR_71kwgZz_cHF4BImp1Qsg6bXscjcA3eLFgHks9oiZ-HKO7AJRUAvxO7jSFJnPndWScwaWq/s640/blogger-image--839821262.jpg"></a></div></div><br></div><div>So given that dynamic, where do Farkle and Riley stand? </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitikOcmzz99xIhMDCR-7xj9pi2ApsQNl8j3PWUBIi0nG56MU2PueWvyOgTT2evDdoOdr4qFFs6mas0k3SIG6vZ_l7L45n5wKIMvm30VZCik3eL7nvLX2AatX8T9PqcC9EytVOVdeGBJAfj/s640/blogger-image-1607258631.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitikOcmzz99xIhMDCR-7xj9pi2ApsQNl8j3PWUBIi0nG56MU2PueWvyOgTT2evDdoOdr4qFFs6mas0k3SIG6vZ_l7L45n5wKIMvm30VZCik3eL7nvLX2AatX8T9PqcC9EytVOVdeGBJAfj/s640/blogger-image-1607258631.jpg"></a></div></div></div><div>Farkle uses science (logic) and he is afraid of things that science cannot explain (feelings). </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXP-ifpcX1k_v3uoe22oTSZrEuq0jN9FRhyphenhyphendjR3Eh2UYAE0o0pVnkxDkh-6mcl-o4-_KE2jgDigbiUR2e2moeN1XvBgCYyDfOuHxaELsupszKYXyfM_NPFoL2O3J7sp5x8OxyZu-YsLMmh/s640/blogger-image-1864295374.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXP-ifpcX1k_v3uoe22oTSZrEuq0jN9FRhyphenhyphendjR3Eh2UYAE0o0pVnkxDkh-6mcl-o4-_KE2jgDigbiUR2e2moeN1XvBgCYyDfOuHxaELsupszKYXyfM_NPFoL2O3J7sp5x8OxyZu-YsLMmh/s640/blogger-image-1864295374.jpg"></a></div></div><div>Riley believes in people, but she is in a state of doubt.</div><div>Even though Riley is empathetic, she doesn't always use that ability. (She doesn't acknowledge gravity/love). Her fear is based on the fact that she doesn't have her parents' love story. She feels left out. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxlZYB5EzAoV-69gBkLBONJsWeVUtK5yzBd4Gd6fSP_sdNxR9dQYfxMDA1Rs5mTOrxnbo-2f4ZMOYCWod9VC4odFicayIrsr7fThQG2KC1mSbbTLZeU2DwlDnMFjm0JMIg7dXyfwMvOOtd/s640/blogger-image--48477369.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxlZYB5EzAoV-69gBkLBONJsWeVUtK5yzBd4Gd6fSP_sdNxR9dQYfxMDA1Rs5mTOrxnbo-2f4ZMOYCWod9VC4odFicayIrsr7fThQG2KC1mSbbTLZeU2DwlDnMFjm0JMIg7dXyfwMvOOtd/s640/blogger-image--48477369.jpg"></a></div></div><div>But, when it comes to Farkle, Riley always manages to get past that doubt. She responds to him emotionally, more concerned for his well being than her own. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjEIOpeHL-LOORrlZBBkue6aBRVySMlIf_MOOmL4sRSa4DckwwSF6_6K-zdjLWH2z23kg84kxZdv5uOUBwO1spraXnv4ZO3Sh53Dv-JThwzWkW-Pd4GW4cURytKoHpXmKKo2sHLC1Fz4A_/s640/blogger-image-1000958259.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjEIOpeHL-LOORrlZBBkue6aBRVySMlIf_MOOmL4sRSa4DckwwSF6_6K-zdjLWH2z23kg84kxZdv5uOUBwO1spraXnv4ZO3Sh53Dv-JThwzWkW-Pd4GW4cURytKoHpXmKKo2sHLC1Fz4A_/s640/blogger-image-1000958259.jpg"></a></div></div><div>Farkle does the same thing. He's always there for Riley, but he relies on logic, so he doesn't acknowledge feelings. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-UwwXScCOmIhUZ4ksAUg7hZiBzfB_kPs4ouBpFE7Cv7ep7x-aZFrxiASj4kqQaWSbje_wsy29HNXQ71U02j7uCDwkBgfZg55FYmwxIQVmfmtxu2l5-1QiNeOwlCJJC4WR4GSEYtepjYQS/s640/blogger-image-41598725.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-UwwXScCOmIhUZ4ksAUg7hZiBzfB_kPs4ouBpFE7Cv7ep7x-aZFrxiASj4kqQaWSbje_wsy29HNXQ71U02j7uCDwkBgfZg55FYmwxIQVmfmtxu2l5-1QiNeOwlCJJC4WR4GSEYtepjYQS/s640/blogger-image-41598725.jpg"></a></div></div><div>Neither Riley nor Farkle realize that the answer is right there, in front of them, and they won't until they find the balance between head and heart. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Jr_-sH-bJobBe0g09B8X39dTx8WY2avW4dH-S1JYg8nvM2POGHTYxWSK-WMIZHwXk21ZVpinGYeBT03PO0WUXmwuK3MqmW4ApJ1pn_-BI4jl66ANNNU2p-VNQaZdGzTvSi-ytEFoa2Yx/s640/blogger-image--1450052738.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Jr_-sH-bJobBe0g09B8X39dTx8WY2avW4dH-S1JYg8nvM2POGHTYxWSK-WMIZHwXk21ZVpinGYeBT03PO0WUXmwuK3MqmW4ApJ1pn_-BI4jl66ANNNU2p-VNQaZdGzTvSi-ytEFoa2Yx/s640/blogger-image--1450052738.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>This is proven in Girl Meets Stem.</div><div>First, Riley and Farkle are at odds with eachother. </div><div>But once Farkle listens to Riley's point of view, he says something very interesting. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRt-lNunuKsBTTQZ13r2Iw3s0uTwEkCF9yFpYfiseOey812DTzi8ZC9XU3WsPEVQ9Kdb14ZwhO8neGwRVgfs-oKkjz95rhDAp6fc6F1oWQc8p0d7I5cjbbYOz3UObZf8PBEBOJeCOv68PE/s640/blogger-image--740199399.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRt-lNunuKsBTTQZ13r2Iw3s0uTwEkCF9yFpYfiseOey812DTzi8ZC9XU3WsPEVQ9Kdb14ZwhO8neGwRVgfs-oKkjz95rhDAp6fc6F1oWQc8p0d7I5cjbbYOz3UObZf8PBEBOJeCOv68PE/s640/blogger-image--740199399.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Farkle knows that his doubt in Riley caused their set back. (For the science experiment at least)</div><div>Riley sees what Farkle doesn't see. Farkle acknowledges the facts that Riley doesn't always pay attention to. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdHFW6yBaCnkteTG9NkQ2PXHSCT5jpU1L7E_THBaomUuaW0NQmacHGkNUXkJw4U9hPNBtue4CrkSKuEnAoAc1gV2swChyphenhyphenhiKWNeARHNIUaEzshnzt-5O7WyseyY3Gzt6MuqA9Oo5CZYm06/s640/blogger-image--1808585950.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdHFW6yBaCnkteTG9NkQ2PXHSCT5jpU1L7E_THBaomUuaW0NQmacHGkNUXkJw4U9hPNBtue4CrkSKuEnAoAc1gV2swChyphenhyphenhiKWNeARHNIUaEzshnzt-5O7WyseyY3Gzt6MuqA9Oo5CZYm06/s640/blogger-image--1808585950.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>They need each other, just like Cory and Topanga needed each other to understand Starry Night. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2jYT5-fWtv50D8JaVX3iM7tcTlaIBPNbRLID0GELCuk26V2nPUDT6vMwDhJzxvIaOMWYlu5th843NUgq_nfWMYZ0_29y6HWSOMDUA1odENF7TKYhKF_zwNrp7XOdhxND8Hl5HDPJ9zT7d/s640/blogger-image-1871877986.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2jYT5-fWtv50D8JaVX3iM7tcTlaIBPNbRLID0GELCuk26V2nPUDT6vMwDhJzxvIaOMWYlu5th843NUgq_nfWMYZ0_29y6HWSOMDUA1odENF7TKYhKF_zwNrp7XOdhxND8Hl5HDPJ9zT7d/s640/blogger-image-1871877986.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Riley and Farkle benefit from each other's point of view, but they can only do that when they are true to who they are. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3VRk2gtlIwqkO0c0lW4y0PkpFBvwPNoFCIp5Lx5lS1r_jiNEfcoEk-kj4GMvgOYGhnVvdq1ZZEZlTeZWLss46GpAmAaud5pkCdaj5ACN0gNMLfxy9qcpLqmS4xcInZ9RmXiAZFKyxuhK_/s640/blogger-image-1497816626.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3VRk2gtlIwqkO0c0lW4y0PkpFBvwPNoFCIp5Lx5lS1r_jiNEfcoEk-kj4GMvgOYGhnVvdq1ZZEZlTeZWLss46GpAmAaud5pkCdaj5ACN0gNMLfxy9qcpLqmS4xcInZ9RmXiAZFKyxuhK_/s640/blogger-image-1497816626.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNc0tTgfEwk4KARUpW5JS_GfzzAuM92Zh_40BP37INh9OCbG7_wG0zsBSatThHxsTlWPBxVL8B3Ay7EXQNziEcMzDR9_9Cf6wFSGUUuSWJ1Thujlcim7eQQwLgF99K0EWaDeQf20ryaX2a/s640/blogger-image--1470902632.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNc0tTgfEwk4KARUpW5JS_GfzzAuM92Zh_40BP37INh9OCbG7_wG0zsBSatThHxsTlWPBxVL8B3Ay7EXQNziEcMzDR9_9Cf6wFSGUUuSWJ1Thujlcim7eQQwLgF99K0EWaDeQf20ryaX2a/s640/blogger-image--1470902632.jpg"></a></div></div></div><div>They need to find their story. It's right there in front of them. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKcO9yQpEr_YprVvUTqKdQdFWZAsR7QZ4XKKT1PTYxhR76kfhUgkH8b2izdWqDH9wEwMrOXqhV0CRPGpTRejPUS-cN1eqrZLn9nLDvXSO85D0ZZJDkMrK_SEwtZqV_ms6vAOfHYI0jDWfO/s640/blogger-image--864464943.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKcO9yQpEr_YprVvUTqKdQdFWZAsR7QZ4XKKT1PTYxhR76kfhUgkH8b2izdWqDH9wEwMrOXqhV0CRPGpTRejPUS-cN1eqrZLn9nLDvXSO85D0ZZJDkMrK_SEwtZqV_ms6vAOfHYI0jDWfO/s640/blogger-image--864464943.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>All Riley and Farkle have to do is believe in what they can't see. They both have to take that leap to find the love they're looking for. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLgkawXi0FlDk5oHrqpOIGqqiuhHP7gSpNhZpu8SKl_2HNsExk-KV0KGzn5FrUTlwsFvtFmIIoEn3iLD5Y9_iNgiriAz5R6hySReUWuS9zUdHQrYrKxlHc3u5_Bg3AglW-mj3HvsNPeqQn/s640/blogger-image-962301913.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLgkawXi0FlDk5oHrqpOIGqqiuhHP7gSpNhZpu8SKl_2HNsExk-KV0KGzn5FrUTlwsFvtFmIIoEn3iLD5Y9_iNgiriAz5R6hySReUWuS9zUdHQrYrKxlHc3u5_Bg3AglW-mj3HvsNPeqQn/s640/blogger-image-962301913.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div>Sarah Goldenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130024304675806142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5463981268881984582.post-77187444036984933782016-10-08T22:11:00.001-07:002016-10-14T15:53:49.854-07:00Good and Bad Influence: A Girl Meets World Theory<div>
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In Girl Meets The Secret of Life, we learned that "people change people." </div>
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This episode was a lesson in influence. </div>
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I found a very interesting article on influence here, and I found an entire paragraph that sums up what influence is all about. </div>
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"Control over our lives is something we all want. But in a universe in which everything is mutually interdependent, none of us has absolute control over anything except ourselves (and even over ourselves our control is indirect and partial only). Instead, what we all have in abundance is influence, the power of which seems to function linearly: the closer personally and physically others are to us, the greater our influence over them, and vice versa. Even more interestingly, unlike our attempts to control, our attempts to influence don't require our conscious intent. Which is why our ability to influence others is so much more important that our ability to control them: we're always exerting influence simply by being who we are, saying what we say, and doing what we do. The only real choice we have in the matter is whether or not the influence we exert is good or bad." </div>
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There is positive influence and negative influence. </div>
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A positive influence is when someone inspires you to be the best version of you that you can be. (Usually by just being who they are) </div>
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A negative influence is when someone pressures you to do what they believe is best for you, but in reality it is not. (When they try to control you)</div>
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Warning: We're about to take a good hard look at Riley and Maya's relationship, and Farkle's promise to love them both the same. </div>
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These girls are best friends, and like sisters, but their influence on each other is too extreme. </div>
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It all starts with the Pilot. </div>
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Maya pushes Riley towards Lucas. This happens in the Pilot episode. </div>
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Why? Why does Maya do this? She wants Riley to be happy, and she believes that in order for Riley to "completely reinvent herself", she needs to take more risks. This repeats throughout the Pilot episode. Riley wants to be Maya, and she will do whatever Maya wants her to do.</div>
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Sometimes she resists, but usually Riley becomes convinced that what Maya wants for her is what she wants. </div>
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This is a negative influence. </div>
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Maya sees a cute boy on the subway. He appears to measure up to Maya's standards. She goes to him first, demonstrating the cycle of a relationship for Riley. Then, she pushes Riley towards him, because she believes that is what Riley wants. </div>
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Riley goes along with this, because she wants to be Maya. </div>
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But it's this one influence, and this one decision that creates a ripple effect. Riley begins to idealize Lucas, and she's convinced that a relationship with him will make her happy. Why? Because Maya said so. </div>
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Rley repeats throughout the pilot episode that she wants to be Maya, and this is really bad for Maya. </div>
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Cory tells Riley after Maya's "presentation" that Riley "missed the moment to stand by her girl" </div>
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He tells her, "You were so busy trying to be her, that you forgot that the best thing you can do for her is to be you." </div>
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But Riley continues to do this throughout the series. And in Girl Meets Triangle, she somehow convinces Maya that she has lost who she is. </div>
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But the actual issue is that Riley doesn't know who she is. </div>
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So, Riley allows Maya to influence her, because Riley doesn't want to be Riley. </div>
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Let's take that same event, meeting Lucas on the subway, and look at the motivation behind Maya's actions. </div>
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Maya always gives Riley what she wants. Despite the fact that Maya is attracted to Lucas, she pushes Riley towards him, because she wants Riley to have the best. This may appear sweet to the average observer, but too much give is just as bad as not enough give. </div>
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Maya focuses on Riley more than she focuses on herself. She allows Riley to dictate what will happen, and she acts accordingly. </div>
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This dynamic goes all the way back to the moment Riley and Maya met. Maya constantly tells Riley- "Whatever you want." </div>
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Why? Because Maya is afraid that if she doesn't try to make people happy, they will leave. </div>
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Throughout the series, Maya allows Riley to get what she wants, and she even pushes Lucas towards Riley, even though she knows that Lucas chose her. She pushes herself aside. </div>
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This is a negative influence. Maya doesn't consider what she wants and what she needs. The relationship has no balance, because Maya constantly pushes herself aside. This is why she was convinced that she had lost who she was in Triangle and Upstate. </div>
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So this dynamic is unhealthy for Maya, and it doesn't benefit Riley because it encourages the fantasy Riley believes the world to be. But why is Maya doing this? </div>
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Now we come full circle. Now, we're going to talk about Farkle Minkus. Because his influence is key in the constant dynamic between Riley and Maya. </div>
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In the pilot we learn that to Farkle, Riley is "the sun" and Maya is "the night". He repeatedly states this throughout the show, and he constantly tells the girls that he loves them both the same. </div>
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But how does that effect the girls? Well, we know that Riley seeks approval and will be whoever people want her to be. And, we know that Maya will do whatever it takes to make people happy so they don't leave. </div>
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Of course, with those motivations, both Riley and Maya will act on Farkle's influence. They believe themselves to be "the good girl" and "the bad girl". This is a serious problem, because neither girl is being honest about who they actually are. Maya pushes away "good" elements of her personality, and Riley will push away "bad" elements of her personality. </div>
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In Girl Meets Real World, Riley discovers that her friends and family expect her to do good things. She rebels against that and discovers that she has the ability to choose. </div>
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These episodes are very important for both characters' self discovery. Riley and Maya have finally acknowledged the other side. but they're still stuck in that dynamic, because they still make choices based on those expectations. </div>
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Girl Meets Rules demonstrates that Riley and Maya are two sides of the same coin. The class believes this and acts accordingly. Some kids go with Riley, and some kids go with Maya. But Farkle's choice is very important in that episode. </div>
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Farkle says that he can't choose between Riley and Maya because life with Riley would be sunshine and rainbows, while life with Maya would be anger and heavy metal. He chooses to go with Maya at first, but he complains that "no one" is there to see that he is cool. When the only one that wasn't there out of the main cast is Riley. The kids acknowledge that they need balance and decide to go steal a good kid. </div>
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While this goes on, Riley is playing a game of duck, duck, goose, and she's too nice to make anyone the goose. But, when the boys capture her, she replaces Maya's leadership and brings their "humanity" back from their "wildness" (visually, anyway). </div>
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When Maya is left with the good kids, they beg her to teach them how to be like her. They want to be "cool". Maya leads them in a rampage down the hall before returning to the classroom. </div>
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Both girls acted on their "expected" image at first, but when they addressed the other side, they influenced the good and bad sides of the class. </div>
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This shows that they have the potential to be a good influence on each other, but they are currently too focused on their relationship to make that happen. </div>
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So, now we go to the line that Cory says when Lucas walks in the door: "History says that bad things happen when you don't know who you are." </div>
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Maya pushed Riley towards Lucas. Riley was not herself. Maya was not herself. Riley was trying to be Maya. Maya was trying to give Riley the best. </div>
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But Farkle's influence is the most effective on their dynamic. He convinced them that they are "good" and "bad". They fell for that concept. The worst part is, Farkle doesn't realize what he has done. And, he doesn't realize that by creating a concept, he pushed his own role out of the story. </div><div>He was "looking through a microscope. he wanted to give them equal value and stuck with the logic that Riley and Maya are two different elements: night and day, dark and light. But what's actually going on is revealed in his debate in Girl Meets the Real World. </div>
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"The sun shines at night, just not on us." </div>
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Riley is the sun. Riley's trying to be Maya. The real reason Farkle cannot choose between them, and the real reason Lucas had trouble choosing between them at first, is because Riley is not being Riley. </div>
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And that brings us to Girl Meets Yearbook, an episode that focuses on the lesson that you shouldn't allow people's opinion to change who you are. </div>
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Farkle changes first, becoming "Donnie Barnes: Regular guy". </div>
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Why does he change? Because he doesn't like the role he has in the story currently. He's very upset by what people think of him. Riley is next because the class doesn't see her as the best girl for Lucas. They chose Maya. Riley doesn't like that Maya is accepted, but she isn't. She creates Morotia M Black, based on the "darker" side of her personality. Her alias isn't accepted by anyone, except Farkle/Donnie Barnes. Riley's transformation to Morotia influences Maya to become "Riley". Lucas gets very upset about this. </div>
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Now, all of these personas are exaggerated forms of the side that the kids don't acknowledge about themselves. Farkle wants to be "normal" Riley wants to be "bad" and Maya wants to be "Riley". </div>
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They become these personas to rebel the expectations of people around them. This is also a negative influence. </div>
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Both Donnie Barnes and Morotia M Black want to play by their own rules. But, Riley and Farkle allow the expectations of others to influence them too much. </div>
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Riley needs to be Riley. Once she is honest about who she is, all of these expectations and influences won't matter anymore. She will make decisions on her own, but she needs to be away from Maya to do that. And, Maya needs time away from Riley to discover what she wants. </div>
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This is the entire subtext of Girl Meets Belief. </div>
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Maya and Riley are at odds with each other, because both of them are allowing Farkle's influence that Maya is "bad" and Riley is "good" to dictate what they believe. They are partners in the assignment, but it doesn't go well. Then they switch. Maya goes with Farkle, and Riley goes with Lucas. </div>
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Now, Farkle does whatever Maya wants, so nothing gets done on the assignment. Riley and Lucas both completely agree with each other, so they ask "why do I need you?" Neither one of them as anything to benefit the project. </div>
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Maya asks Lucas what makes him believe what he believes. Lucas helps Maya learn to "listen" to herself. To quiet down. </div>
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Sarah Goldenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130024304675806142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5463981268881984582.post-47094296586950552642016-09-12T16:24:00.001-07:002016-09-15T20:31:33.486-07:00Riley and Farkle's Scrapbook: A Girl Meets World Theory<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Mg9j2Yv_GteDT7xYV7br4p-xXuqSW6lGsNfib-KSaK29zEIvilyAZfheeYMO80cfKNkVfxtDHcXqKDzbYbDmVHv9UfV5CxmABHsdcSl7HVLFA-buTz7Ead3g6nFgI9LuolP9z4M4o3Fg/s640/blogger-image--1653535490.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Mg9j2Yv_GteDT7xYV7br4p-xXuqSW6lGsNfib-KSaK29zEIvilyAZfheeYMO80cfKNkVfxtDHcXqKDzbYbDmVHv9UfV5CxmABHsdcSl7HVLFA-buTz7Ead3g6nFgI9LuolP9z4M4o3Fg/s640/blogger-image--1653535490.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Farkle and Riley have been friends since childhood. Both are unique in their own way, and usually they celebrate that, but there are times when Riley and Farkle are not confident with who they are. Whether these two realize it or not, they share a deep connection based on their response to emotions. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVdJWgviMUyXhdCHT4Iws2e_bhfrI_tNKuAUkL4w0QG3mOv3ev_HzFyi95L0ga5ax3t1OjSZkzCzFyefZPd6fle7dTtVUC9uQvXTQahRUamI3-AaA-JEcLoVD4ZzDZ1CN-oir1WCUAfpEt/s640/blogger-image--702824952.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVdJWgviMUyXhdCHT4Iws2e_bhfrI_tNKuAUkL4w0QG3mOv3ev_HzFyi95L0ga5ax3t1OjSZkzCzFyefZPd6fle7dTtVUC9uQvXTQahRUamI3-AaA-JEcLoVD4ZzDZ1CN-oir1WCUAfpEt/s640/blogger-image--702824952.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">When we first meet Riley, she's trying to be like Maya. She tells Maya, "What I forgot to mention is that I'm completely reinventing myself... I'm just as cool as you now." </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Throughout the episode, Riley follows Maya's lead, but that's just at school right? Well . . .</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeqsvgjcn1DpjFFP4rqdyRAGTDQ04IApQl1u_AhTlSq5xpFfHzNo1eE9Rdld77C48msAgzNY5qrldq2sW0MmG1ouEGm_ugS0iAG6KWSz_P77L3medv1bHVStp93rruFXug4bWtQbq08GtW/s640/blogger-image-952033054.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeqsvgjcn1DpjFFP4rqdyRAGTDQ04IApQl1u_AhTlSq5xpFfHzNo1eE9Rdld77C48msAgzNY5qrldq2sW0MmG1ouEGm_ugS0iAG6KWSz_P77L3medv1bHVStp93rruFXug4bWtQbq08GtW/s640/blogger-image-952033054.jpg"></a></div>When Riley gets home from school, and Cory and Topanga ask her why she's trying to be Maya, she responds with "How important is it that you don't know me at all?" </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">She's clearly frustrated with the image that her parents have of her, and she questions it. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl7pdbwblSq0LsHOgWbpGeNDDdwkbXD3fZEFKmso0e4GWeKCT96fFwFf3OtreGTAgVEKeYoGQLTrrVeRJJ3MSWsV77gN5n7Rv4h5PpBEiRsJaSW0_67aam3_9zXMTlqMMfFNjYDLgcIC9R/s640/blogger-image-922668077.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl7pdbwblSq0LsHOgWbpGeNDDdwkbXD3fZEFKmso0e4GWeKCT96fFwFf3OtreGTAgVEKeYoGQLTrrVeRJJ3MSWsV77gN5n7Rv4h5PpBEiRsJaSW0_67aam3_9zXMTlqMMfFNjYDLgcIC9R/s640/blogger-image-922668077.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">She asks herself "Is this who I'm going to be for the rest of my life?" And she questions whether she will ever break free of the image she has gained. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">So, who do people think Riley is? Well, that's where Farkle comes in: </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeA4j4WLeXGaBwtlRXm_lUdD1GXKzz6905JrTkXkVBnDegmoeiNN8-6eS6TIjrFBATX3nXojIUeLkjoziEQLmsBKRFKKvAQ_63GVG_-axgj7dPSyZVfrMt1Fxx-EhQaTfDXYwaG855KqqE/s640/blogger-image-200853268.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeA4j4WLeXGaBwtlRXm_lUdD1GXKzz6905JrTkXkVBnDegmoeiNN8-6eS6TIjrFBATX3nXojIUeLkjoziEQLmsBKRFKKvAQ_63GVG_-axgj7dPSyZVfrMt1Fxx-EhQaTfDXYwaG855KqqE/s640/blogger-image-200853268.jpg"></a></div>"Riley is the sun, warm and bright and lights up my whole day." </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">So there's one element of "Riley" </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The other is "good girl" as Cory and Topanga point out, but there's one more.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUk38Pj8aixWVEe0c-MSy40qjKHMVi9eycdp5Bc0aFbzX09LhXXkjRxkEUm3rYYqPPWwSblruZjTN08OUws39Pe6HpYLEgNC8sBsI5YbkQuTPJJveOVVHSeL9sD1Zn9IiZ4niUZUN8wuYG/s640/blogger-image--661807267.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUk38Pj8aixWVEe0c-MSy40qjKHMVi9eycdp5Bc0aFbzX09LhXXkjRxkEUm3rYYqPPWwSblruZjTN08OUws39Pe6HpYLEgNC8sBsI5YbkQuTPJJveOVVHSeL9sD1Zn9IiZ4niUZUN8wuYG/s640/blogger-image--661807267.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">So "Riley" is defined as someone who is "sunny", good and just like Cory. But how does she feel about that? She's trying to be Maya. Maya got the "cool" role. She's "night" and Riley wants to be cool. Why? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFZA4uvnT40MU4Eb0kgJqUa4NN5aw0j4mJf0mMql3Tt9kA2VQqeqmVOpj2azju5p8jKWm6S9b-wvSGUPNYkEmlguc0WZRevGORYL703RsN8EWhREewtLMjpEaioUbaij85YLwobV9kjpeP/s640/blogger-image-1463232283.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFZA4uvnT40MU4Eb0kgJqUa4NN5aw0j4mJf0mMql3Tt9kA2VQqeqmVOpj2azju5p8jKWm6S9b-wvSGUPNYkEmlguc0WZRevGORYL703RsN8EWhREewtLMjpEaioUbaij85YLwobV9kjpeP/s640/blogger-image-1463232283.jpg"></a></div>Riley tells us in Yearbook that she has a dark side. A side of her that no one really acknowledges because they assume she will be "Smiley Riley" all the time. So Riley's emotions, particularly the negative ones like sadness and anger are often suppressed because she feels like she has to live up to that identity. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Who else is like this? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRKfu87GgY_iyMmkBph-dDlIOQ3Il2m98JF4v6ziSsqw1JJ42QVa9RC0eyccbV53mrOmAQB42MySH7EUxBUC1_aErc4GLpIutEQR7DtDWRQ19gPICoBqLjRBzKGfbXVkZ-Wh1X_66oRQJI/s640/blogger-image--1014918164.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRKfu87GgY_iyMmkBph-dDlIOQ3Il2m98JF4v6ziSsqw1JJ42QVa9RC0eyccbV53mrOmAQB42MySH7EUxBUC1_aErc4GLpIutEQR7DtDWRQ19gPICoBqLjRBzKGfbXVkZ-Wh1X_66oRQJI/s640/blogger-image--1014918164.jpg"></a></div></div>Farkle. How is Farkle viewed in this story? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_jEZgYMdBp7LVjFeY2qseH5YUGy1M2OxllApMXdP4DuCrL3iswsLF6yS2mzgYd4GJnfNAGr2shYHQFqOg-oYnOmcSH_YBFnZ0qd06YL2lU6zVKuonPzl-nh13H-Vm7EdvEiq6qBGiDTDc/s640/blogger-image--350263083.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_jEZgYMdBp7LVjFeY2qseH5YUGy1M2OxllApMXdP4DuCrL3iswsLF6yS2mzgYd4GJnfNAGr2shYHQFqOg-oYnOmcSH_YBFnZ0qd06YL2lU6zVKuonPzl-nh13H-Vm7EdvEiq6qBGiDTDc/s640/blogger-image--350263083.jpg"></a></div>Okay. Farkle is a scientist. He's smart, answers practically every question and he's Stuart Minkus's son. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnvqbxDWZB6zdV7nxHakd9wLOvufMt7UOLHb9EnGkMRSMrmHPJc_lYh37SWy6zV263Qji6zkJazdPBAx5QdJ1EVkVGieFM0Pvtcb9G8g3sb_6jfXSbSOEfWqr8o5MuvmTE2RrydsBuo-kr/s640/blogger-image--1231002843.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnvqbxDWZB6zdV7nxHakd9wLOvufMt7UOLHb9EnGkMRSMrmHPJc_lYh37SWy6zV263Qji6zkJazdPBAx5QdJ1EVkVGieFM0Pvtcb9G8g3sb_6jfXSbSOEfWqr8o5MuvmTE2RrydsBuo-kr/s640/blogger-image--1231002843.jpg"></a></div>That's fine for him, until he gets bullied in Flaws, and called nothing. That statement really got to him. I wonder why? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR0DhiEEgwLxxTby7pa-CBS5U55xUaS794XtrVC5wllTwViEL7NXbRZMz6mB6FO4cQPpRFAMLZWhZChXcegFgHT5Dxc-rU77OtZ2G4pf_ju69P7WaQ8YUwBAzaOuo2vko3ikvoYgwps8dd/s640/blogger-image-702692558.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR0DhiEEgwLxxTby7pa-CBS5U55xUaS794XtrVC5wllTwViEL7NXbRZMz6mB6FO4cQPpRFAMLZWhZChXcegFgHT5Dxc-rU77OtZ2G4pf_ju69P7WaQ8YUwBAzaOuo2vko3ikvoYgwps8dd/s640/blogger-image-702692558.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2hmbXQ2JYZQDUv1PXy_vVmGdUaKB-djQI5r43gGlvhaV7XuCiWh0SkBlfON_s0ORx9EdeA0vUcfmkGKtoivYhDxn2i0orxZMJay-qYcB-hDkQB92gKobVK3FyuA1Frse4QYwvGZI1jBcH/s640/blogger-image-4268387.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2hmbXQ2JYZQDUv1PXy_vVmGdUaKB-djQI5r43gGlvhaV7XuCiWh0SkBlfON_s0ORx9EdeA0vUcfmkGKtoivYhDxn2i0orxZMJay-qYcB-hDkQB92gKobVK3FyuA1Frse4QYwvGZI1jBcH/s640/blogger-image-4268387.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Farkle is known as "Canada" throughout the series. He's taken advantage of, at times ignored, but he's always there for Riley and Maya. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">So, how does Farkle feel about his role? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4Op32dXiUHrNzcRAdZ9L7VTAOF8uJ97CB5MBCnU9Nl3yykeuz8VeviZLynS1z0N0aU3Bt69cuxtKxYkmfLUvBAfbWgefKy4GEZfUkf9340UWRCQwn3owcZXyEwLLyjr4lP2KlgNey2oam/s640/blogger-image-1803242905.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4Op32dXiUHrNzcRAdZ9L7VTAOF8uJ97CB5MBCnU9Nl3yykeuz8VeviZLynS1z0N0aU3Bt69cuxtKxYkmfLUvBAfbWgefKy4GEZfUkf9340UWRCQwn3owcZXyEwLLyjr4lP2KlgNey2oam/s640/blogger-image-1803242905.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">When the girls first meet Farkle, he's embarassed to tell them his name, and he tells them not to laugh. Judging by his behavior in Bay Window, he is constantly ridiculed by his name and the "role" he has to play as the "Minkus" of the story. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ_4CTopM_HcSiOQp5jENaZiWjKpBE2DjWEtwy9abTTSWyM8kSbw8q_Zry69k7Khq8ldYq7rkXMXScVxQ4hyTcL2CtmRuzFseZqJsLIGNTeNCwZJ_5KrBfACa9t9wRc9fpY7HBXHUSo6j9/s640/blogger-image--1900833664.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ_4CTopM_HcSiOQp5jENaZiWjKpBE2DjWEtwy9abTTSWyM8kSbw8q_Zry69k7Khq8ldYq7rkXMXScVxQ4hyTcL2CtmRuzFseZqJsLIGNTeNCwZJ_5KrBfACa9t9wRc9fpY7HBXHUSo6j9/s640/blogger-image--1900833664.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">He's also not sure if he's a robot or human. And he's not exactly comfortable with emotions. So Farkle doesn't really enjoy the image that people have given him either, but how does he view himself? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN1hD0PsOPTeCiu-0PlA3x-4gbuM1m_yE_plA_DdGPQcNcNYVXYFb3grFd2BULtmgo6Byy_BZM_x0M1L6wDMyYVwg1mhHu16ARw8gT-RP4WYFh7L5mcspPngoWLDybCqvtYGap36IZfuDx/s640/blogger-image--431460302.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN1hD0PsOPTeCiu-0PlA3x-4gbuM1m_yE_plA_DdGPQcNcNYVXYFb3grFd2BULtmgo6Byy_BZM_x0M1L6wDMyYVwg1mhHu16ARw8gT-RP4WYFh7L5mcspPngoWLDybCqvtYGap36IZfuDx/s640/blogger-image--431460302.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">He's his own worst critic. That's not very encouraging. So Farkle and Riley can both relate in the fact that they want to change who they are. So, how do they cope with that? Well, they are whoever anyone wants them to be. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQqwtEF4uPFwCoEw4uckBkuiDtxmZyxAArz9-CEC44O0VJYwHl-QXV4KFlA_I3QvQG-yf13MJ2MYH5_ZxGrWScrYcR1hKfvpy_VrFyjpb_ZtsQInKRaN5wl1okBVdvP9SNtXw9Gfs6jZe1/s640/blogger-image-1889267991.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQqwtEF4uPFwCoEw4uckBkuiDtxmZyxAArz9-CEC44O0VJYwHl-QXV4KFlA_I3QvQG-yf13MJ2MYH5_ZxGrWScrYcR1hKfvpy_VrFyjpb_ZtsQInKRaN5wl1okBVdvP9SNtXw9Gfs6jZe1/s640/blogger-image-1889267991.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">When Riley tells Farkle that he's the best actor in middle school, he completely changes his identity. He's pretty happy with his new role, until he learns it's a lie, but he still thanks Riley for helping him believe in himself. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2ezPt7PzoJvSsNpp_9-vx-x3_5UCMz-0UELDUFXkP6Vc7YptxJtzUIKp1GFltjSMXUvjOpFyDrz5GMSLjMeNPVcNMjwA_cDeLvQbs0vUVKZy6wraqI8KmLUY6hxLN24Agz9Gda5avSpsO/s640/blogger-image-126297884.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2ezPt7PzoJvSsNpp_9-vx-x3_5UCMz-0UELDUFXkP6Vc7YptxJtzUIKp1GFltjSMXUvjOpFyDrz5GMSLjMeNPVcNMjwA_cDeLvQbs0vUVKZy6wraqI8KmLUY6hxLN24Agz9Gda5avSpsO/s640/blogger-image-126297884.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBmMZmUQbA9IOxU6xDcpQENBejoTjPAcpHeszKKcOgF0Io0HOo6WLuaFAZ08L65oUnoZuLSrgEKKK6QFNG5W3-1JRfv3I-ZuT4ovaCrwUahmrlEra_PlQVgkQcAaTeZSglu3lTu4f8FZDu/s640/blogger-image--800275228.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBmMZmUQbA9IOxU6xDcpQENBejoTjPAcpHeszKKcOgF0Io0HOo6WLuaFAZ08L65oUnoZuLSrgEKKK6QFNG5W3-1JRfv3I-ZuT4ovaCrwUahmrlEra_PlQVgkQcAaTeZSglu3lTu4f8FZDu/s640/blogger-image--800275228.jpg"></a></div>When Farkle tells Riley that she's popular with his friends, Riley changes who she is, and she's happy with the new role that he's given her, until she realizes that it's a lie also. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Both Riley and Farkle react in the same way, because both are not happy with the roles they've been given in their story so far. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxz0qyILXNP36dEEaqodG9i8UiOFw6dWhJDxdDCVXcKjXMKT1-EKZCAD3t3fCdSfI2qr-crsgYlmXt18QADRMh8230_8Ab_WoDHZ9-hlfLYLlN-nmZr1ufHPxSItt_taeY-RtGHRcV9izM/s640/blogger-image-281694961.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxz0qyILXNP36dEEaqodG9i8UiOFw6dWhJDxdDCVXcKjXMKT1-EKZCAD3t3fCdSfI2qr-crsgYlmXt18QADRMh8230_8Ab_WoDHZ9-hlfLYLlN-nmZr1ufHPxSItt_taeY-RtGHRcV9izM/s640/blogger-image-281694961.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4c3zgYxGAv2GWojsY5O6LPhYXPec69LDy40NjVAQKb4hB7keObuCUiwwQqP2HW6MREU7rqg7gc-YghZd8btYkH19L0UxRzwL9-oADAnhOQ232L4GV8hNoLRBGQLDZUitKPdd-woR9ypvI/s640/blogger-image-30260177.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4c3zgYxGAv2GWojsY5O6LPhYXPec69LDy40NjVAQKb4hB7keObuCUiwwQqP2HW6MREU7rqg7gc-YghZd8btYkH19L0UxRzwL9-oADAnhOQ232L4GV8hNoLRBGQLDZUitKPdd-woR9ypvI/s640/blogger-image-30260177.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">This scene in Yearbook, right before Farkle changes into Donnie Barnes is very informative. We see that both Riley and Farkle really care what people think about them, and they're upset. Why are they upset? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0R6rgqDF5ItOsKN8PK-18x-zIcnh5xfNnhtLGT21UXUHk4TcorcALMrn8LDVFtbFmWB-ae5uJuSnC1y9tkk93bSdS2cAgzTCV3HKy6TNrC6EHSEaslhMlVJ_-5lrbLYMi_LTs0TIs0-CY/s640/blogger-image-191838450.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0R6rgqDF5ItOsKN8PK-18x-zIcnh5xfNnhtLGT21UXUHk4TcorcALMrn8LDVFtbFmWB-ae5uJuSnC1y9tkk93bSdS2cAgzTCV3HKy6TNrC6EHSEaslhMlVJ_-5lrbLYMi_LTs0TIs0-CY/s640/blogger-image-191838450.jpg"></a></div>And why would that hurt? Because both Riley and Farkle have been bullied, and neither feel like they can escape the box that they've been put in by the people around them. This is why Farkle "Changes' into Donnie Barnes, a cool guy, and Riley "changes" into a cool goth girl. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGyxJAGfOUpvPMoeToa0Vm7uPfshB4r-F1HOJngFkfPWvqStRwmIPzl0ktnNiMjs0ME7y-LQxLILyfXQeeaHssg-aOXddTZ1XKLl75Z8wpMYDWSK41mmGsss887RvhwRojFPuFhL3ROh75/s640/blogger-image-1422920511.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGyxJAGfOUpvPMoeToa0Vm7uPfshB4r-F1HOJngFkfPWvqStRwmIPzl0ktnNiMjs0ME7y-LQxLILyfXQeeaHssg-aOXddTZ1XKLl75Z8wpMYDWSK41mmGsss887RvhwRojFPuFhL3ROh75/s640/blogger-image-1422920511.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">So why do they change? What is their motivation?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw8_tTzDcrnao7KVIqOT5ew3EY_D6Ar9pqpd8vJcjmyO7OkYcAfajtkvkkqES_TJp_gzMX16_cxRSy-SUpPRPjm_kO2fn5dsfbyx3eMK8BowoEhpovtZMSvrSpmqXvSc4FYkDdj0dDVz5B/s640/blogger-image-953433448.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw8_tTzDcrnao7KVIqOT5ew3EY_D6Ar9pqpd8vJcjmyO7OkYcAfajtkvkkqES_TJp_gzMX16_cxRSy-SUpPRPjm_kO2fn5dsfbyx3eMK8BowoEhpovtZMSvrSpmqXvSc4FYkDdj0dDVz5B/s640/blogger-image-953433448.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAVP09iCvDbxe7QdBFImP0AIQfqJb4OlPoSwv2g8_El0A2azj2WfbCYwRQAlr8S-C3MgWdMxGdFXAn9jrXsD4jobRGTbeUF_abFSirRKPE9ln-QeywaqdlCywHF2mnNfL2TgoozYX3ojhA/s640/blogger-image--1440988118.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAVP09iCvDbxe7QdBFImP0AIQfqJb4OlPoSwv2g8_El0A2azj2WfbCYwRQAlr8S-C3MgWdMxGdFXAn9jrXsD4jobRGTbeUF_abFSirRKPE9ln-QeywaqdlCywHF2mnNfL2TgoozYX3ojhA/s640/blogger-image--1440988118.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Both Riley and Farkle want to "change the game". They don't want to be seen in the images they currently identify with. But it's a little more complicated than that. Both are repressing their emotions, how they really feel, in order to maintain the image that they have created. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi53_3M6EN3HNU0EJ0PDm32S7KmUMEA2oxyClfp_Gx2lmBmrhsUKhVOzNzzw79CujfmHPa7hGoHamG0Azaevq9wNNcjfa8W26RHDBXGJoRrw13qDw49rZZE44q2TzyUsZM0q0FwB63Z0-En/s640/blogger-image--372258527.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi53_3M6EN3HNU0EJ0PDm32S7KmUMEA2oxyClfp_Gx2lmBmrhsUKhVOzNzzw79CujfmHPa7hGoHamG0Azaevq9wNNcjfa8W26RHDBXGJoRrw13qDw49rZZE44q2TzyUsZM0q0FwB63Z0-En/s640/blogger-image--372258527.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTq_AnnTWkLXB3K88I38x4BXVtvW-tXqO23cHNh_XDR0Bq_mn2d4PmWOGjM3KeCC_LkD3mtAO1Csiz9_CwbrnJIOvMIyH3XBAY3d4f2ZYR97hrR5J7dOIt-qk5RRw8fGP0D57XxT_wAlRz/s640/blogger-image--378007811.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTq_AnnTWkLXB3K88I38x4BXVtvW-tXqO23cHNh_XDR0Bq_mn2d4PmWOGjM3KeCC_LkD3mtAO1Csiz9_CwbrnJIOvMIyH3XBAY3d4f2ZYR97hrR5J7dOIt-qk5RRw8fGP0D57XxT_wAlRz/s640/blogger-image--378007811.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Neither Farkle nor Riley feel loved and accepted in their lives. They both feel like they have to play a certain role in order to get attention or be taken seriously. They have this in common because both are neglected in similar ways. Riley has been emotionally neglected, because she is expected to be happy and naive all the time. Farkle is neglected at home, and his parents compinsate with "money and penguins." Farkle is also taken advantage of and ignored often, which is why he continues to grow frustrated with his current role in the story. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Despite the fact that Farkle and Riley constantly change who they are, they always accept who each other decide to be. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE3KDAhBmx8sEsQ7gwCBcJfLywMZDKHEEDvRO0Wtd5cmq7f__OiBcKk4CAqNjQbIwKNiZcs8C0GYd2XHNzATrmV9UTlvUawUorRFku5jaTlwjxcGCL4DxytF3dPpJptlAHGxPsQqSXJIyV/s640/blogger-image--1989865324.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE3KDAhBmx8sEsQ7gwCBcJfLywMZDKHEEDvRO0Wtd5cmq7f__OiBcKk4CAqNjQbIwKNiZcs8C0GYd2XHNzATrmV9UTlvUawUorRFku5jaTlwjxcGCL4DxytF3dPpJptlAHGxPsQqSXJIyV/s640/blogger-image--1989865324.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Farkle knows who Riley really is. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr8_8tsp2x4b4m8bOJLsgdOpylwOflRyRdP0uHcajlaXgqK59rweEofw38bFjotBcrlAra4MvaVB0QJsHMkNO2ciny3u3CGfofbujQaqQQ2yruHRHerucnYC7ddbGOkOxhl8iLDps0ebPZ/s640/blogger-image--202184187.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr8_8tsp2x4b4m8bOJLsgdOpylwOflRyRdP0uHcajlaXgqK59rweEofw38bFjotBcrlAra4MvaVB0QJsHMkNO2ciny3u3CGfofbujQaqQQ2yruHRHerucnYC7ddbGOkOxhl8iLDps0ebPZ/s640/blogger-image--202184187.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Riley knows who Farkle really is. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPy800VvY4O_KR2miIPXoemG2cazIb9Acnsep31qZ32-9u1VvD0KeOjOmw59MuqOaxnYmKrr353HorusT_EeBaQUbBMobZ-ZJ60KYDKhzXqu0Ghqc9ZQXL092-SLHeiTjZIzwfG_Zz94Nb/s640/blogger-image--143737257.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPy800VvY4O_KR2miIPXoemG2cazIb9Acnsep31qZ32-9u1VvD0KeOjOmw59MuqOaxnYmKrr353HorusT_EeBaQUbBMobZ-ZJ60KYDKhzXqu0Ghqc9ZQXL092-SLHeiTjZIzwfG_Zz94Nb/s640/blogger-image--143737257.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">But they also accept whatever versions of eachother that they have chosen to be. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvDuBa09sZyQUvz9WDwwa_iX7H7vfU1ef_wJ6IuU2XL-HfZKb-DneSHxegV7FxYlQE6beUrV4x6d5_itmhjueYMsMFxJWcMgOSZq2iyjQswhwgYYbK4CEXoHe8ZRpeMqOZIvMQ4OQ398cR/s640/blogger-image-1833185463.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvDuBa09sZyQUvz9WDwwa_iX7H7vfU1ef_wJ6IuU2XL-HfZKb-DneSHxegV7FxYlQE6beUrV4x6d5_itmhjueYMsMFxJWcMgOSZq2iyjQswhwgYYbK4CEXoHe8ZRpeMqOZIvMQ4OQ398cR/s640/blogger-image-1833185463.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2dnDJgRSbj5c553vfF22U_K8vff25Ln35VV5ZKJwzrl9Inbhs_vRAGq-6EAXOD8gGKIZQjQ0t1dDhlqw1KkpFoU5ZJ7NtIWV4WEwg8SD-aruOBv6XF7LRdxDzyseIis33SfTBenHqB40W/s640/blogger-image-1681780637.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2dnDJgRSbj5c553vfF22U_K8vff25Ln35VV5ZKJwzrl9Inbhs_vRAGq-6EAXOD8gGKIZQjQ0t1dDhlqw1KkpFoU5ZJ7NtIWV4WEwg8SD-aruOBv6XF7LRdxDzyseIis33SfTBenHqB40W/s640/blogger-image-1681780637.jpg"></a></div>Although they have been many different people throughout the series, each person that they have been still has value to both of them. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg53UJbr8YEzxSogBXyP34-fej2Iu0mmiQRUai89HQN6DHdXc7Dn0rSKydBTbMbLZTFGEfu09_Wr9T-RCFGo5PQZOth5p7lYNWHXdVg9aPpTbl1TMNbnrOYGgxX1jJ8dZ5WKHP4_FM7e_-H/s640/blogger-image-673175203.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg53UJbr8YEzxSogBXyP34-fej2Iu0mmiQRUai89HQN6DHdXc7Dn0rSKydBTbMbLZTFGEfu09_Wr9T-RCFGo5PQZOth5p7lYNWHXdVg9aPpTbl1TMNbnrOYGgxX1jJ8dZ5WKHP4_FM7e_-H/s640/blogger-image-673175203.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">All these different personas bring Riley and Farkle one step closer to learning who they are. "Because who you are isn't based on today or tomorrow, but a whole bunch of days of what you do." - Jexica</div><br></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq1EwHqQqwkuhTawNeB1fm28hbXvzYB8o8fYDA7pyP1vHI1EqeU1ybMv3vxCIzO9H2lu4_EQ4gcMY7iNahyphenhyphenEETlm51gcZqpSqXVs1a14hRU-siVAM-Sx4HA-59Qslg8O-tXUU6Z9HcPX2I/s640/blogger-image--1061103483.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq1EwHqQqwkuhTawNeB1fm28hbXvzYB8o8fYDA7pyP1vHI1EqeU1ybMv3vxCIzO9H2lu4_EQ4gcMY7iNahyphenhyphenEETlm51gcZqpSqXVs1a14hRU-siVAM-Sx4HA-59Qslg8O-tXUU6Z9HcPX2I/s640/blogger-image--1061103483.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Both of them can recognize the desire to be accepted for who they are, and that connects them in a very powerful way.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">But despite that recognition: </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6XExoX1BWmC-7avQHMr7RnzmXnHQ0h_GQ7JbQeFITCxIS8V2gKQLIW-pI1es95XLsrU-IvE1BUnN59IsqmANdkYQh3GZZv0Dc7dFsW4OfuJazEKZ64Q-181H5bvp8XcWd3onWdIVf-sgN/s640/blogger-image--1547345803.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6XExoX1BWmC-7avQHMr7RnzmXnHQ0h_GQ7JbQeFITCxIS8V2gKQLIW-pI1es95XLsrU-IvE1BUnN59IsqmANdkYQh3GZZv0Dc7dFsW4OfuJazEKZ64Q-181H5bvp8XcWd3onWdIVf-sgN/s640/blogger-image--1547345803.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Neither Farkle nor Riley have the confidence that they will break free and write their own stories. But they're getting there. First, they need to accept and acknowledge their emotions, and how they truly feel. But I believe they will get there, because they are closer than they think they are. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-MuzjTQg9nCoHqlt05j0l_DVPnE94P7YzzqFhvan06uIxpVnutC-cW1QBeJ8EA493JYjKARfaWW2FTdPY-M0QZR8nzv8g0Dluk8S88DsMUfDCuPzhlLO5DWG7eksbi_ybNY4S1ENNI_8j/s640/blogger-image--887339382.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-MuzjTQg9nCoHqlt05j0l_DVPnE94P7YzzqFhvan06uIxpVnutC-cW1QBeJ8EA493JYjKARfaWW2FTdPY-M0QZR8nzv8g0Dluk8S88DsMUfDCuPzhlLO5DWG7eksbi_ybNY4S1ENNI_8j/s640/blogger-image--887339382.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">They're already writing their own story, together.</div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>Sarah Goldenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130024304675806142noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5463981268881984582.post-77630413759887768692016-09-03T10:23:00.001-07:002016-09-04T10:18:57.388-07:00Logic versus Emotions: A Girl Meets World Theory<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcTypf2Sb5VRXzgQA6-uQ4WvY9mlbnlB7tnczuh9IHSRZ0YiBBKKyi_RwEF_bv16n6q-o2kSHk39YTnm03lVX8aSSgbJoIp-wGLWhAV5d1rklOnTRS-_dXYZISQLt5ycSRwIFmPcmEyPHS/s640/blogger-image--215502410.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcTypf2Sb5VRXzgQA6-uQ4WvY9mlbnlB7tnczuh9IHSRZ0YiBBKKyi_RwEF_bv16n6q-o2kSHk39YTnm03lVX8aSSgbJoIp-wGLWhAV5d1rklOnTRS-_dXYZISQLt5ycSRwIFmPcmEyPHS/s640/blogger-image--215502410.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0qRdF8r0lOpaSaHCUvmxBlww0ZcygVSsV-_w-Va3VGQnkO80C4Tyw93BiI_XSVWNR3uGvX9-hLsLCiyAhSJBgFNQV196aLcFQ5_jokcfYTtry2YHi2sCsDvOUNhehKjs8WctfMerK8UuZ/s640/blogger-image-1963620658.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0qRdF8r0lOpaSaHCUvmxBlww0ZcygVSsV-_w-Va3VGQnkO80C4Tyw93BiI_XSVWNR3uGvX9-hLsLCiyAhSJBgFNQV196aLcFQ5_jokcfYTtry2YHi2sCsDvOUNhehKjs8WctfMerK8UuZ/s640/blogger-image-1963620658.jpg"></a></div></div></div><div><br></div><div>It's FARKLE TIME!</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJhmla3FPaqvzsdCX8EAiXSUrXcfYCjOdF1dTy4PJBohHZPzaE83mqB3cIjrKtFs3f1yF7tcByoj79qyvI_0w1nuOIKkhLTZUtzsSXXVsh8cmPMyuc-SnNxLjDFHxn_v1YUSW2RiPPFbae/s640/blogger-image--139183807.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJhmla3FPaqvzsdCX8EAiXSUrXcfYCjOdF1dTy4PJBohHZPzaE83mqB3cIjrKtFs3f1yF7tcByoj79qyvI_0w1nuOIKkhLTZUtzsSXXVsh8cmPMyuc-SnNxLjDFHxn_v1YUSW2RiPPFbae/s640/blogger-image--139183807.jpg"></a></div></div><div>Farkle has been friends with Riley and Maya since he was little, and he's been in love with Riley since the first grade, but he's equally in love with Maya. </div><div>There's a question that's been hanging over his head for awhile: Is he a robot or a real boy? </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5hO_Vp6B2mY7e3Nkn3LC8lOjTmgtMsXSLBZmEmbTzNCStpbdVXom7dvAYbRocADbWw0UCFFc9ycAhY4geWMUol3XUfKtdL_O3I3rIrgW_iMEnbIJA6PU0KiyWBn7ywkqKmTocqu1bdk_S/s640/blogger-image-1977214558.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5hO_Vp6B2mY7e3Nkn3LC8lOjTmgtMsXSLBZmEmbTzNCStpbdVXom7dvAYbRocADbWw0UCFFc9ycAhY4geWMUol3XUfKtdL_O3I3rIrgW_iMEnbIJA6PU0KiyWBn7ywkqKmTocqu1bdk_S/s640/blogger-image-1977214558.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>He calls Riley "Day" and Maya "Night". He's "The biggest flirt in the seventh grade" and he's always there for Riley and Maya when they need him. </div><div>So who is Farkle? How does he really feel? </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDqPOrJqzg4_ANqbev864SWDhqa27Wpntr0oyW8X7vH5ndpLA1cv-6KOauemB4CXQAc_SmvQ1AGVOOU1WsSREW0W4-xMWLzxpvNeUDEj80eSHtxLKdUNl_NQV-w0O7czu39wJNC6OlwVTc/s640/blogger-image--2113799091.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDqPOrJqzg4_ANqbev864SWDhqa27Wpntr0oyW8X7vH5ndpLA1cv-6KOauemB4CXQAc_SmvQ1AGVOOU1WsSREW0W4-xMWLzxpvNeUDEj80eSHtxLKdUNl_NQV-w0O7czu39wJNC6OlwVTc/s640/blogger-image--2113799091.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>This theory explores Farkle's personality, his choices and how he truly feels. </div><div>Prepare yourselves: This one's rough. </div><div>We'll start with the day Farkle introduces himself to Riley and Maya: </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhPUVZisCdaNFPj19eoS1NFf48B12cMuUq-98dNKKRzSYL0c8-w8uOhC82m6XwDpr-ca1RCCbTazV_zKyndMs83MSITgcxMZYORFKweAZ5jJF8gViumfCu_sayUhZW_Mo0gRO5qooGoS3E/s640/blogger-image--2054071720.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhPUVZisCdaNFPj19eoS1NFf48B12cMuUq-98dNKKRzSYL0c8-w8uOhC82m6XwDpr-ca1RCCbTazV_zKyndMs83MSITgcxMZYORFKweAZ5jJF8gViumfCu_sayUhZW_Mo0gRO5qooGoS3E/s640/blogger-image--2054071720.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Farkle sees Riley and Maya at a Halloween party, and he saves Riley's life by helping her out of the apple bowl while she's bobbing for apples. She's flattered by this and asks what she can do to repay him. When Riley says that she's not smart, Farkle explains that Riley and Maya could use a friend like him, because he promises to love them both the same. Riley asks what if he married one of them, and he replies with the same answer, "both of you the same." </div><div>It's a sweet promise, but what he says next implies how he actually feels about himself: </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9Mn2L3X0o0CYeMyG8eqFCdyycS3MRHYB4GbsT6l9ia9JqcgiCLO2TVyZ1BiCWJ2hd2I_JxRZjBstHLTQkJQYNR2Yzh76G2LScy5qPUHc3FJR2Ahk8HjieIpdFGwtYZXqDUcVcYptVVLfX/s640/blogger-image--643303018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9Mn2L3X0o0CYeMyG8eqFCdyycS3MRHYB4GbsT6l9ia9JqcgiCLO2TVyZ1BiCWJ2hd2I_JxRZjBstHLTQkJQYNR2Yzh76G2LScy5qPUHc3FJR2Ahk8HjieIpdFGwtYZXqDUcVcYptVVLfX/s640/blogger-image--643303018.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnK1Lm15FgAbYzt7ihwZAajz5WpL5bYKU25oBs3PmhaWExJJqe7K86Pa7gVCFz2tONsO-OFqkqvqisg9qBKiD6HmT2pOK03ahU69nkcYjQOxusVAdSLP1zKxA-EJsdk76CT2vMMy4krfvw/s640/blogger-image-2041892753.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnK1Lm15FgAbYzt7ihwZAajz5WpL5bYKU25oBs3PmhaWExJJqe7K86Pa7gVCFz2tONsO-OFqkqvqisg9qBKiD6HmT2pOK03ahU69nkcYjQOxusVAdSLP1zKxA-EJsdk76CT2vMMy4krfvw/s640/blogger-image-2041892753.jpg"></a></div></div><br></div><div>What he says suggests that he has to be used, because he is smart. Sadly, this idea comes from Farkle's home life. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSfqlClx5oSwkU9brQuihTNGG9awuh63Mm4-h2Y7lKtJ8igxa_ZTBk0btO0mvgo_bed6KCslibr1pSPoJSiwkpxCIoUQVc3xbhWilVGDu840muxm_pEBQJVrymkBnLd3FPPZ29u6lsv5nU/s640/blogger-image--1977985594.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSfqlClx5oSwkU9brQuihTNGG9awuh63Mm4-h2Y7lKtJ8igxa_ZTBk0btO0mvgo_bed6KCslibr1pSPoJSiwkpxCIoUQVc3xbhWilVGDu840muxm_pEBQJVrymkBnLd3FPPZ29u6lsv5nU/s640/blogger-image--1977985594.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div></div><div>Education matters to Farkle. He celebrates his seven hundredth "A" in Girl Meets Father. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieVrGoKNx5XLkikquVXcbfRwLa8ETej-G3iWW3UeEP3VeZrQ8r04W_SW1aYVel_TctxfG2O7pdYE9AoF1ZY3YgMUszEwXFE8TTUI3ctgaSEWS0_dhML0nPkhPSHd9QDG7tEUkVXn6balAG/s640/blogger-image-1255013110.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieVrGoKNx5XLkikquVXcbfRwLa8ETej-G3iWW3UeEP3VeZrQ8r04W_SW1aYVel_TctxfG2O7pdYE9AoF1ZY3YgMUszEwXFE8TTUI3ctgaSEWS0_dhML0nPkhPSHd9QDG7tEUkVXn6balAG/s640/blogger-image-1255013110.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Farkle is the son of Stuart Minkus, who loved Topanga ( and possibly has never gotten over that) </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnDppo86MqCG2xTiib0AuAw9nrht2RfnEZsF7rRmWVLu4oQHJUwhIJC96Q6b7g-mBbYfpap2XYf5tdu6Y3VPDEt7mWP99ulKz_LlarOz8LptYTEiSJENc-otHmWM7ncDx3HGQrP9zZPi37/s640/blogger-image--1966405633.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnDppo86MqCG2xTiib0AuAw9nrht2RfnEZsF7rRmWVLu4oQHJUwhIJC96Q6b7g-mBbYfpap2XYf5tdu6Y3VPDEt7mWP99ulKz_LlarOz8LptYTEiSJENc-otHmWM7ncDx3HGQrP9zZPi37/s640/blogger-image--1966405633.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>We see a hint of this in Girl Meets Maya's Mom, when Topanga and Stuart compete with each other. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9nl4f6NTVcZ3b72L8Po0zdtVoD4GDwD5FDD68oZTfW079GNCPrxbfQBo60t2fPozALCRwE01olSulYQvaSQKAzZw-LC7OcGBQugrCfJYdcoDCQpBazJsdLyPPJkhMYZFktkHr3xe8am96/s640/blogger-image--809694287.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9nl4f6NTVcZ3b72L8Po0zdtVoD4GDwD5FDD68oZTfW079GNCPrxbfQBo60t2fPozALCRwE01olSulYQvaSQKAzZw-LC7OcGBQugrCfJYdcoDCQpBazJsdLyPPJkhMYZFktkHr3xe8am96/s640/blogger-image--809694287.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Money matters a lot to Farkle, just like it matters to Stuart Minkus. In Crazy Hat and Friendship, we see how far Farkle will go to "give the people what they want." </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDCo899rTob7Cw6UbwJXD31dVQyXYeiSr4mkjLTtcGdOjD7Ir2nn6OxM56ehbnKAILGIlqMEtkWrDgkJ4cBIU8RJDjy6dBZHzQ8JlSPRhzlFJbgMVmZ_TMACtwKvHd9_Vzc_DU_XM3ktn5/s640/blogger-image--1279488209.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDCo899rTob7Cw6UbwJXD31dVQyXYeiSr4mkjLTtcGdOjD7Ir2nn6OxM56ehbnKAILGIlqMEtkWrDgkJ4cBIU8RJDjy6dBZHzQ8JlSPRhzlFJbgMVmZ_TMACtwKvHd9_Vzc_DU_XM3ktn5/s640/blogger-image--1279488209.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>But where did he did get that idea? </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgbLjgkMkvx12uitA0fuT2BFGFgAfOXOaeiBnZ8KlEc3Ycmt9Sn2p0Q-IOTYFH3Paiwwp25VXta4CjTIBz_3AAKV3Fqkgg-yS2QhGlSvhefJc0oxZsqniAeIqvSyspmZ8j_GumQ_CKzROC/s640/blogger-image-792331372.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgbLjgkMkvx12uitA0fuT2BFGFgAfOXOaeiBnZ8KlEc3Ycmt9Sn2p0Q-IOTYFH3Paiwwp25VXta4CjTIBz_3AAKV3Fqkgg-yS2QhGlSvhefJc0oxZsqniAeIqvSyspmZ8j_GumQ_CKzROC/s640/blogger-image-792331372.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Well, in Girl Meets The New World, Farkle gives us a hint: </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimsXK6A9w0Drs4HjL2JONyLL28Jwq0ZznGmD2QA4S-H7RR6Raq9hsuUyMRLRZQqpTA18frrwn1tdc_IfuotDYSAkiKio_DOvS-VCRkBokoGE4GgAdYgT_RRlMBeiH6WtIhPTqKR06qRDfK/s640/blogger-image-1447754041.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimsXK6A9w0Drs4HjL2JONyLL28Jwq0ZznGmD2QA4S-H7RR6Raq9hsuUyMRLRZQqpTA18frrwn1tdc_IfuotDYSAkiKio_DOvS-VCRkBokoGE4GgAdYgT_RRlMBeiH6WtIhPTqKR06qRDfK/s640/blogger-image-1447754041.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqrp-ZnJMiIM7dBiu3zFOMz1gb5mCZNAxXiNBVAF13nVUd-_9qSHCCX9o_8YoLEYkf_Fp2gIRybQxN1dgBICXy5DIfH0olkfSVxiXo137YNS8NKlEkzR2xnUIf_O44zecAGGNy3zumnKP6/s640/blogger-image--593461691.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqrp-ZnJMiIM7dBiu3zFOMz1gb5mCZNAxXiNBVAF13nVUd-_9qSHCCX9o_8YoLEYkf_Fp2gIRybQxN1dgBICXy5DIfH0olkfSVxiXo137YNS8NKlEkzR2xnUIf_O44zecAGGNy3zumnKP6/s640/blogger-image--593461691.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></div><div>Farkle's mother is Jennifer Basset. We get a glimpse of his parents' relationship in I Am Farkle. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEQ4jOCpoI5v5SQDHy0jwxESBOVyJ5MKar-zRbij-FXfbtRVIsuiEGVM-SAovgXa2H9gJUt4b3wbZGelbct0jl8cWrFqR2DtTGpz8L9tHrHTPbLuSmv1JOk2KC7XUpKV51qkTBWfyY_Xzf/s640/blogger-image-697422453.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEQ4jOCpoI5v5SQDHy0jwxESBOVyJ5MKar-zRbij-FXfbtRVIsuiEGVM-SAovgXa2H9gJUt4b3wbZGelbct0jl8cWrFqR2DtTGpz8L9tHrHTPbLuSmv1JOk2KC7XUpKV51qkTBWfyY_Xzf/s640/blogger-image-697422453.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihVnK_yjPAzL7Pw1ZoFJx4ab5tg7P3IAwQdBE_TGINWFYVYDuHwekrtp2dANsB0uq9vT7rjERyu8xQ7La3YNWNG8jKIOMLS7BDADnXxMoIPlVFqWzzEdGzaK_qLPnrX6rz80kUbLypACLm/s640/blogger-image-1630202304.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihVnK_yjPAzL7Pw1ZoFJx4ab5tg7P3IAwQdBE_TGINWFYVYDuHwekrtp2dANsB0uq9vT7rjERyu8xQ7La3YNWNG8jKIOMLS7BDADnXxMoIPlVFqWzzEdGzaK_qLPnrX6rz80kUbLypACLm/s640/blogger-image-1630202304.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAJxLY-0-vrBlFIunNUFTBJbmwdqXi5BX0y8_rJQsAgVMoTCDl0vEx_Zlzh_CEXSQlJPGjeavgY2Q1hDlGcvOYj_5nigXEIuxFCs_xO0XWf6NaeiuFrxSI-xAJFAKv5ainhU9WzBp-F92X/s640/blogger-image-408568384.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAJxLY-0-vrBlFIunNUFTBJbmwdqXi5BX0y8_rJQsAgVMoTCDl0vEx_Zlzh_CEXSQlJPGjeavgY2Q1hDlGcvOYj_5nigXEIuxFCs_xO0XWf6NaeiuFrxSI-xAJFAKv5ainhU9WzBp-F92X/s640/blogger-image-408568384.jpg"></a></div></div></div></div><div><br></div><div>This episode is also when Farkle learns that he is a real boy, a moment that means the world to him. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIU7its6d4uzyVWGLBlKmfZhNfTtneHPg5AMByfxkhX6C_8DD1gqK7qKQxAX89IFFHR5lYJboJ5WjGc0pxYiPBWLm239UQ8biGWfXHPu9i6YI4rC0TtMgwx2Ymvj9E9yN8H42Jq5e6BGyo/s640/blogger-image-1922490777.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIU7its6d4uzyVWGLBlKmfZhNfTtneHPg5AMByfxkhX6C_8DD1gqK7qKQxAX89IFFHR5lYJboJ5WjGc0pxYiPBWLm239UQ8biGWfXHPu9i6YI4rC0TtMgwx2Ymvj9E9yN8H42Jq5e6BGyo/s640/blogger-image-1922490777.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>But Girl Meets Money makes it abundantly clear just how lonely Farkle is, despite his parents' money and success. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXUv5Ca5Z1-Xnmqg1gWTYBlvSuozqjRWrMeLwNFu_8qrixQ1Q0dmj7NR5bzBCvKhQT6D5Qg2-WJ-5vJHflqaLh5-F-IJ5OFFRCSzWLHmTekRoUw06u09C4QGfQC-X0KpUYVOAofXOQuur5/s640/blogger-image-1725972725.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXUv5Ca5Z1-Xnmqg1gWTYBlvSuozqjRWrMeLwNFu_8qrixQ1Q0dmj7NR5bzBCvKhQT6D5Qg2-WJ-5vJHflqaLh5-F-IJ5OFFRCSzWLHmTekRoUw06u09C4QGfQC-X0KpUYVOAofXOQuur5/s640/blogger-image-1725972725.jpg"></a></div></div><div>This theme is repeated throughout the show. Money isn't everything. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg5TedWVB7hEt8LYXsDG0A47fG_MlJs4CBtWiS6Mw2cm5xwt4H7sK70BLn-cUaSVqpZ4ywdAFyaAtlqbiUR2yRY14fpaqyUQOzytvlQN5cQ4jX-7_XwTFfdYq8IlLLWidoezzuhPyp25vR/s640/blogger-image-692094293.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg5TedWVB7hEt8LYXsDG0A47fG_MlJs4CBtWiS6Mw2cm5xwt4H7sK70BLn-cUaSVqpZ4ywdAFyaAtlqbiUR2yRY14fpaqyUQOzytvlQN5cQ4jX-7_XwTFfdYq8IlLLWidoezzuhPyp25vR/s640/blogger-image-692094293.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>So, with that background in mind, here's Farkle, trying to win a girl's affection and getting constantly rejected. But which girl? He loves Riley and Maya both the same, right? But who does he pursue first every time? Riley. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSpFncUiJPQrdNTBoPB5hB35_YYeZtVZ3bivfmH-BWM5SpvBvgvJkD_-o1fR4IFXH2N-VkupLjTmN_tyLGxTc6wENPS3rVuF97NNw1conqMCzqjWkQrk0poBA5fzyrYhgZpr9kJPhw0uSn/s640/blogger-image--1755011784.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSpFncUiJPQrdNTBoPB5hB35_YYeZtVZ3bivfmH-BWM5SpvBvgvJkD_-o1fR4IFXH2N-VkupLjTmN_tyLGxTc6wENPS3rVuF97NNw1conqMCzqjWkQrk0poBA5fzyrYhgZpr9kJPhw0uSn/s640/blogger-image--1755011784.jpg"></a></div></div><div>Okay, so every time Farkle pursues Riley, what happens? </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7hxR6yrTbaK_ZodwmUfIbS0d1jnyZFJEx68zuWIJPdHh9KaFncHM8ue5yY1XYzihcDBmfBKMlqgd74UodKnDC3QhGC2YXdVzMoqCUdYO_vAygQnVGsPjKZupsYFmhemnQ4djAlUdqIHAC/s640/blogger-image--1363510637.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7hxR6yrTbaK_ZodwmUfIbS0d1jnyZFJEx68zuWIJPdHh9KaFncHM8ue5yY1XYzihcDBmfBKMlqgd74UodKnDC3QhGC2YXdVzMoqCUdYO_vAygQnVGsPjKZupsYFmhemnQ4djAlUdqIHAC/s640/blogger-image--1363510637.jpg"></a></div></div><div>She rejects him or Maya stops Riley from saying yes.</div><div>I can only imagine how that would make a boy in love feel :( </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJItypJZjkSje0j91WeiZYHne1CVeEF7belbohcoppbuNq6FPjwsSRBi2j55I_1y-Y73y7EPR06-ZeRgfx4u7jgbQFbPSgIphgEDV1ZAag__Y0qez3mgDuPgtN2A6OngudAEVli1jS2KN2/s640/blogger-image-1616136911.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJItypJZjkSje0j91WeiZYHne1CVeEF7belbohcoppbuNq6FPjwsSRBi2j55I_1y-Y73y7EPR06-ZeRgfx4u7jgbQFbPSgIphgEDV1ZAag__Y0qez3mgDuPgtN2A6OngudAEVli1jS2KN2/s640/blogger-image-1616136911.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Not to mention, Farkle doesn't feel like he's part of the story: </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSpA4Z7oihkPspYxDceJDA-IzAfqIE5Vb_BQzjuLhYreTGSKyHKn2KyiLUZmw8XRjWLf3RvsRjMpdpKDdDCNcyeXqXbfrnvHlUpVUdNUA15EA6G0X7mbTPG_uAUm64PW1dCwLUPmt22S6z/s640/blogger-image--2087536669.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSpA4Z7oihkPspYxDceJDA-IzAfqIE5Vb_BQzjuLhYreTGSKyHKn2KyiLUZmw8XRjWLf3RvsRjMpdpKDdDCNcyeXqXbfrnvHlUpVUdNUA15EA6G0X7mbTPG_uAUm64PW1dCwLUPmt22S6z/s640/blogger-image--2087536669.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div><div>Then in Girl Meets Flaws, Farkle gets bullied. How does he respond to this? </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipMyynq9IhqAUV-UucQQuMMGpPBZVh33LXyUcydV67uWJGNgJckkA1isWnXO1OQSXpxg0Ht13LzMov9KH1doOs4zz2EMngP3I3AiKR31fLjpTKs2j-TkFaamAeRrB4iYXRlqnQtYxbzE5Y/s640/blogger-image--1270654132.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipMyynq9IhqAUV-UucQQuMMGpPBZVh33LXyUcydV67uWJGNgJckkA1isWnXO1OQSXpxg0Ht13LzMov9KH1doOs4zz2EMngP3I3AiKR31fLjpTKs2j-TkFaamAeRrB4iYXRlqnQtYxbzE5Y/s640/blogger-image--1270654132.jpg"></a></div></div><div>Despite winning the confidence award, Farkle hides out, until Riley convinces him otherwise.</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhof5Zsg7CvvaSJPwKudH7WH7fF4Pv19n6LDW_gkTQzPYa0kmt5_S634DlwkceiUQt04i3Pf5g5QWt94rdzFB7fiqXOth0tTa3hIRPlxD8y6wiUDbMLzyfMGZolDrJvjQZd308MUN4r6Hkw/s640/blogger-image-1642100285.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhof5Zsg7CvvaSJPwKudH7WH7fF4Pv19n6LDW_gkTQzPYa0kmt5_S634DlwkceiUQt04i3Pf5g5QWt94rdzFB7fiqXOth0tTa3hIRPlxD8y6wiUDbMLzyfMGZolDrJvjQZd308MUN4r6Hkw/s640/blogger-image-1642100285.jpg"></a></div></div><div>The whole class joins in. He is touched by their concern. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzw70rQOmRNMGDhjnNOeG74B4z4vAfr4PCCb7Vc9SS0fGMBYVkP8eEesMxQbZQ6VMaIszFQ5rX_S7cMVM91MuHmpc_8ey4YkuRUMEzGEW5vYzYprFND_7toZFwwIb3u309ZC2hfO7ezLrb/s640/blogger-image-1229962722.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzw70rQOmRNMGDhjnNOeG74B4z4vAfr4PCCb7Vc9SS0fGMBYVkP8eEesMxQbZQ6VMaIszFQ5rX_S7cMVM91MuHmpc_8ey4YkuRUMEzGEW5vYzYprFND_7toZFwwIb3u309ZC2hfO7ezLrb/s640/blogger-image-1229962722.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div><div>In Girl Meets Farkle's Choice, we see a significant difference in how Farkle treats Riley, and how he treats Maya. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRX8Dcq9IRAE1JufcKghc1icDC8vf6m6bQ3KlVXcPV1xB0fET7FJSBSai9N-eRhMxVegbcx1EzyBiwlaKL0LZ5HNvN5xZ8V2hcYpzoF3rIok-BkNmiPF6Qwz2U4xIrqnxnAlS5EBLf6Al8/s640/blogger-image-479307393.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRX8Dcq9IRAE1JufcKghc1icDC8vf6m6bQ3KlVXcPV1xB0fET7FJSBSai9N-eRhMxVegbcx1EzyBiwlaKL0LZ5HNvN5xZ8V2hcYpzoF3rIok-BkNmiPF6Qwz2U4xIrqnxnAlS5EBLf6Al8/s640/blogger-image-479307393.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsZcNNpYfQWCmRr6uRS-iVt07KoaMn358ludaLqP9LCvmOIjMSXfqRrBXWaOkgA0BCgmuvAkpGFtMrYDT0hBB4jAeKpl39UKENsML-Em1H7gpSoG4cDch6l2zwoXssei4T29-FE510_u9h/s640/blogger-image-1234016073.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsZcNNpYfQWCmRr6uRS-iVt07KoaMn358ludaLqP9LCvmOIjMSXfqRrBXWaOkgA0BCgmuvAkpGFtMrYDT0hBB4jAeKpl39UKENsML-Em1H7gpSoG4cDch6l2zwoXssei4T29-FE510_u9h/s640/blogger-image-1234016073.jpg"></a></div></div></div><div>But how do they treat him most of the time? They take him for granted. :( </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNpNBHdVHkQKvXYhLYCJIH_yFaCjAZrTzuXEcITMi4fSPgK00-E23M4mrBAPJGUXEMRsW3C36ZyyiK_B0AVFs_568WQnrwCfc_JBkSFsMadQQ04_Ob2O_V5pLWahwFLFxgXm4xKTmfMjN5/s640/blogger-image--856243501.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNpNBHdVHkQKvXYhLYCJIH_yFaCjAZrTzuXEcITMi4fSPgK00-E23M4mrBAPJGUXEMRsW3C36ZyyiK_B0AVFs_568WQnrwCfc_JBkSFsMadQQ04_Ob2O_V5pLWahwFLFxgXm4xKTmfMjN5/s640/blogger-image--856243501.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg33V_fQSDTGEi-PBo6HwfBkUmY037SqXjpBWIGDh7srLTkZZk9pYgIls2zhczDEYitwuIaxukWv6K0_ZSGNSN3xEkZBOBHIKnSEUAb06C8wh6u0a48bX9jQReeX9a8Aq5j3JlyYvUdMWlu/s640/blogger-image--1058155581.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg33V_fQSDTGEi-PBo6HwfBkUmY037SqXjpBWIGDh7srLTkZZk9pYgIls2zhczDEYitwuIaxukWv6K0_ZSGNSN3xEkZBOBHIKnSEUAb06C8wh6u0a48bX9jQReeX9a8Aq5j3JlyYvUdMWlu/s640/blogger-image--1058155581.jpg"></a></div></div></div></div><div><br></div><div>Constant rejection, and constant indifference. Despite Farkle's failed attempts, he still pursues the girl. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWAhINwtjzRw8OY4gohhvyJiVuLAWUOh5q85O5TeNYJywcktpdztnnhyphenhyphend85qHM9yyWikfMMUQkcuDxnT6gk0Xjf6FOdzEPU2OLeZGcWc9kbtGhyc8iEh5MsRTBUvIPwVaWZH5bAUeBYopk/s640/blogger-image--129057393.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWAhINwtjzRw8OY4gohhvyJiVuLAWUOh5q85O5TeNYJywcktpdztnnhyphenhyphend85qHM9yyWikfMMUQkcuDxnT6gk0Xjf6FOdzEPU2OLeZGcWc9kbtGhyc8iEh5MsRTBUvIPwVaWZH5bAUeBYopk/s640/blogger-image--129057393.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjSspQD6HeuqGdhkbV1VDjTQMRlEgJkoJC5poB0vgOe3oEm4nWtv6dgkOh1iHGu3C5OH-NC2UFCMRfa8x9MM0wZ7XaUZ5nKPPaSUOAiKuVe-9ahi55IavkXUkgRCbCZuTuGBWggoNrfNZQ/s640/blogger-image-542797015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjSspQD6HeuqGdhkbV1VDjTQMRlEgJkoJC5poB0vgOe3oEm4nWtv6dgkOh1iHGu3C5OH-NC2UFCMRfa8x9MM0wZ7XaUZ5nKPPaSUOAiKuVe-9ahi55IavkXUkgRCbCZuTuGBWggoNrfNZQ/s640/blogger-image-542797015.jpg"></a></div></div></div><div><br></div><div>Okay, but why doesn't Farkle step up and say anything? Remember the pilot episode?</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp5aN04KJkjglEKn_qmT62AflNxm8ICUZYGMZvP50heUzZEKoNT6Wip5JUUcx2zJ2cOWe4djDR5Z3r71sJHWIlOHX-H3rP63P1as40gzBIKShVvQUsW2GBORH6Of01xjICpYb3MZ-YhO_o/s640/blogger-image-752816806.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp5aN04KJkjglEKn_qmT62AflNxm8ICUZYGMZvP50heUzZEKoNT6Wip5JUUcx2zJ2cOWe4djDR5Z3r71sJHWIlOHX-H3rP63P1as40gzBIKShVvQUsW2GBORH6Of01xjICpYb3MZ-YhO_o/s640/blogger-image-752816806.jpg"></a></div></div><div>Farkle doesn't like fighting. I wonder why? </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinDiAQmDPWo4oxYo_tBIlkxCz3x_-zgBjeV0MjD7Du61jvCYfHVWOIx2Z5zxOGBJ_C6oeCuIFv6VpF08vvn-JK0zQNok32n5KU-PkduEX2ArO2CtQmC9R_5uMFvLGZ_aXowTohG6b1Y5Om/s640/blogger-image-2009894980.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinDiAQmDPWo4oxYo_tBIlkxCz3x_-zgBjeV0MjD7Du61jvCYfHVWOIx2Z5zxOGBJ_C6oeCuIFv6VpF08vvn-JK0zQNok32n5KU-PkduEX2ArO2CtQmC9R_5uMFvLGZ_aXowTohG6b1Y5Om/s640/blogger-image-2009894980.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7sKr7StQV-JJr_-klFq80XmqBo8eItBBzHI-Lt3hmWCX204SYh_lzLOkQId50AC1HvKsovTuqNKjuzw35cJdjmfXJmUKMQCW6dI8TF4wexhJR1W26osAGEHBCRcvNAK0OsAUykhhN2058/s640/blogger-image-1312982804.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7sKr7StQV-JJr_-klFq80XmqBo8eItBBzHI-Lt3hmWCX204SYh_lzLOkQId50AC1HvKsovTuqNKjuzw35cJdjmfXJmUKMQCW6dI8TF4wexhJR1W26osAGEHBCRcvNAK0OsAUykhhN2058/s640/blogger-image-1312982804.jpg"></a></div></div></div><div>When Lucas enters the picture, Farkle begins a war within himself. </div><div>Think about it: he loves this girl. She rejects him. She's pursuing someone else. </div><div>But the moment this struggle becomes clear to the audience is Girl Meets First Date. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Y_mGowUP2xpjQxRMYO8vKaftbi_sLxuBCvUKLNfzrsmq0Rv6IMdd_jh0v9aim28ku3XGyGO5y0nRoIhF5fIOmxYtqNcvDXyC-6hif8x66gS4BEgWTs5ePVP4oZgamr2FJKJpGoVTLnER/s640/blogger-image--1572877002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Y_mGowUP2xpjQxRMYO8vKaftbi_sLxuBCvUKLNfzrsmq0Rv6IMdd_jh0v9aim28ku3XGyGO5y0nRoIhF5fIOmxYtqNcvDXyC-6hif8x66gS4BEgWTs5ePVP4oZgamr2FJKJpGoVTLnER/s640/blogger-image--1572877002.jpg"></a></div></div><div>I think this is the moment Farkle could no longer convince himself that he loved Riley and Maya the same.<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> </span></div><div>Before anything happens, Farkle has a very logical conversation with Lucas: </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkZNohrW4AH0gVGJoZ7Yd1_lVw7Xl8nppC60wfjeOCw6qXXLzGL0sTlaf6Q1VKKwnaP0Zy3jZ4laj2zs_50_y9e65UZkI3DS8OAmcgFCSxLXR9XxfIZbmVMays3Q4E2iuZ107cAsQa5xnr/s640/blogger-image--1206889257.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkZNohrW4AH0gVGJoZ7Yd1_lVw7Xl8nppC60wfjeOCw6qXXLzGL0sTlaf6Q1VKKwnaP0Zy3jZ4laj2zs_50_y9e65UZkI3DS8OAmcgFCSxLXR9XxfIZbmVMays3Q4E2iuZ107cAsQa5xnr/s640/blogger-image--1206889257.jpg"></a></div></div><div>He believes that he's solved his problem. Then Maya asks Lucas out, and Farkle looks really happy to be with Riley, but he's also a very observant person. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyJlaetxNGZGbW_3km2EwpLzE9p1uHmsQjf2odJ-4YXOVZRKA0UWuUmrjkLGOFlvoP3LNDvrKBrNB3CHNf6UJlnwaeHlXQs4aUCUwnEX_aCWfveRreTszN7K0iBK1KA2-HOPHEWCV7_guF/s640/blogger-image-2056876642.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyJlaetxNGZGbW_3km2EwpLzE9p1uHmsQjf2odJ-4YXOVZRKA0UWuUmrjkLGOFlvoP3LNDvrKBrNB3CHNf6UJlnwaeHlXQs4aUCUwnEX_aCWfveRreTszN7K0iBK1KA2-HOPHEWCV7_guF/s640/blogger-image-2056876642.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0HEXh-0UdtzThUwmjBqlp0IW_BKXPfJW1RzCWav5VDB3I80bUURqog6MuTnr1a4VpByeyxZWw64CX7hPAEqKI0qHrIO4OjTRHe5J04b7HfPIJ4AKR90bUBiI6nd_5yMVN9D1HvLcXbwEt/s640/blogger-image--505010797.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0HEXh-0UdtzThUwmjBqlp0IW_BKXPfJW1RzCWav5VDB3I80bUURqog6MuTnr1a4VpByeyxZWw64CX7hPAEqKI0qHrIO4OjTRHe5J04b7HfPIJ4AKR90bUBiI6nd_5yMVN9D1HvLcXbwEt/s640/blogger-image--505010797.jpg"></a></div></div></div><div><br></div><div>He notices Riley's reaction, still he stays confident. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEins5dT-x7mm1VeC_0Xb-R7Ayf2CUEKx1jKUHSzNEGVuIOwoiYw_mRNQpFZII6IMEfrNCa3ID0je1by4Qwcisi21YyspHDIMHDzW6CF9iJA5xee8ueaQEnDwvudZVmDDSoxKToKU-HoYpQO/s640/blogger-image--1765047056.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEins5dT-x7mm1VeC_0Xb-R7Ayf2CUEKx1jKUHSzNEGVuIOwoiYw_mRNQpFZII6IMEfrNCa3ID0je1by4Qwcisi21YyspHDIMHDzW6CF9iJA5xee8ueaQEnDwvudZVmDDSoxKToKU-HoYpQO/s640/blogger-image--1765047056.jpg"></a></div></div><div>But by the time he arrives: it's too late. </div><div>This is where the writers attempt to distract their audience. They have this "comical" scene between Maya and Cory, where Cory forces Maya to go out with Farkle in order for Riley to date Lucas. So how does Farkle feel? Take a look: </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWLW-xGF1iVWwlncWn5bVsK94ooZhgBQvdmSbMV9Z6-EQ81VRo2ei0FLn-yRQJYiLQUQpXnBWObFiA6Mn_tdq0kXevzsCQTWtpqFvuwHzfx3GVrJ7Pgje9-EX1jdUvE8qEdXFeU-B0filL/s640/blogger-image--607360509.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWLW-xGF1iVWwlncWn5bVsK94ooZhgBQvdmSbMV9Z6-EQ81VRo2ei0FLn-yRQJYiLQUQpXnBWObFiA6Mn_tdq0kXevzsCQTWtpqFvuwHzfx3GVrJ7Pgje9-EX1jdUvE8qEdXFeU-B0filL/s640/blogger-image--607360509.jpg"></a></div></div><div>Crushed would be my guess. Still, he puts on the act, becomes "the flirt" with Maya and proceeds to go along with this. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFj5vbQg0V03FzM94se7OxvzhiszGnMmUJTd2wXgh8JCXOe-I1_wtAC_hWgjbcjdA_l7RHcathUIMu4jqx6VZPOltfzJDeikrB0Opdg9H_DxXnBe4o_CRGBW9E4_jvWC1e8T8JKX6rcBJN/s640/blogger-image--1151616755.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFj5vbQg0V03FzM94se7OxvzhiszGnMmUJTd2wXgh8JCXOe-I1_wtAC_hWgjbcjdA_l7RHcathUIMu4jqx6VZPOltfzJDeikrB0Opdg9H_DxXnBe4o_CRGBW9E4_jvWC1e8T8JKX6rcBJN/s640/blogger-image--1151616755.jpg"></a></div></div><div>But during their date? He stares at Riley quite a bit, kisses Maya's hand, and when she's impressed, he says, "Tell your friends." </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjS697ufqhip1eWBosqkxDYFg5cPs0aiDn5n3zlOTGo61jpOXl4XZBEWSrE4pKKfIq9ikgAAgtd9E5ZK7-Imu-wmZBtdyFiGJL9QXJEfAviSKIL04L8U-Ve5R5x-bLlcYGjs0F2rQTDJC_/s640/blogger-image-633611770.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjS697ufqhip1eWBosqkxDYFg5cPs0aiDn5n3zlOTGo61jpOXl4XZBEWSrE4pKKfIq9ikgAAgtd9E5ZK7-Imu-wmZBtdyFiGJL9QXJEfAviSKIL04L8U-Ve5R5x-bLlcYGjs0F2rQTDJC_/s640/blogger-image-633611770.jpg"></a></div></div></div><div>You mean Riley? </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ4RXgcS2cu-ilWSg2AOT2uP7jF43jeW-G3IW4ne6RKoGRUoosxsuEcQJc1Xs00NbGvWi2jPlsAnthWP6r_PGH1eY6QKPc3jBDhmIQCQvmQKw6bLlPr2Fpu9RyNqOnqLh_xOM7XzvEMjZY/s640/blogger-image--1121832430.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ4RXgcS2cu-ilWSg2AOT2uP7jF43jeW-G3IW4ne6RKoGRUoosxsuEcQJc1Xs00NbGvWi2jPlsAnthWP6r_PGH1eY6QKPc3jBDhmIQCQvmQKw6bLlPr2Fpu9RyNqOnqLh_xOM7XzvEMjZY/s640/blogger-image--1121832430.jpg"></a></div></div><div>So now the kids are teasing each other about relationships, and Farkle thinks he's got to move fast. He takes his mother's ring and gives it to Maya. But, when he learns why she took the ring, well :( </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkjOdr21YEhfkXPZN1U_FlcSlRZShDjhVzZMyjaDx7hyphenhyphen7CzuKUgiLHfjuEom_698LOPG0J_2bQlB3mfSSRCzuPg6B3l1A_UxHrNmmVifrkpVGTUfw1rfU7G1T70YOm1nYcMc4Pkel0qzkT/s640/blogger-image--1417909426.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkjOdr21YEhfkXPZN1U_FlcSlRZShDjhVzZMyjaDx7hyphenhyphen7CzuKUgiLHfjuEom_698LOPG0J_2bQlB3mfSSRCzuPg6B3l1A_UxHrNmmVifrkpVGTUfw1rfU7G1T70YOm1nYcMc4Pkel0qzkT/s640/blogger-image--1417909426.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhVlSlRn8I8ONTdjePsoTsjI7A13kcGI2qb2qY1fxC1ja3e52zxEHpaM4lbBrkLzDYV-Xq1ppDEi4OCnEZ4I_Y75ZgCun-mB59nDedhfch_eIv3b1XRU9ro5g10Gtg2QznGvESvJr5Oczl/s640/blogger-image--1168183044.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhVlSlRn8I8ONTdjePsoTsjI7A13kcGI2qb2qY1fxC1ja3e52zxEHpaM4lbBrkLzDYV-Xq1ppDEi4OCnEZ4I_Y75ZgCun-mB59nDedhfch_eIv3b1XRU9ro5g10Gtg2QznGvESvJr5Oczl/s640/blogger-image--1168183044.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div></div><div>So Farkle's starting to get upset now, but he holds that back. Lucas is his friend, right? He believes in peace. Time to ignore feelings and focus on logic. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOsX9uDBcbvz-sksnrkTieKzI0_IkH8_W2jCHNqmYDPC0XXEKLPkgdPOS6b1tjOjidDSyaKkPrOD299fOCgBPSKE3UJXqRPTcCeEysokcCyGmg5CYSIrlfjVcIgweJlyg3lCTqbROxdryl/s640/blogger-image--1284167510.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOsX9uDBcbvz-sksnrkTieKzI0_IkH8_W2jCHNqmYDPC0XXEKLPkgdPOS6b1tjOjidDSyaKkPrOD299fOCgBPSKE3UJXqRPTcCeEysokcCyGmg5CYSIrlfjVcIgweJlyg3lCTqbROxdryl/s640/blogger-image--1284167510.jpg"></a></div></div><div>But he doesn't succeed. On several ocassions, Farkle bursts out with anger and frustration. We learn why in Girl Meets Mr. Squirrels. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDH1BYC5iBQgSGQ2vtSK2TQ-y2NZvAS1MH7AIy-bc7qeIQodgPRR8M3lNZbnC2h_7xeYYrUvbs0mt1KIfb8xciJW8LeE8nNyPmgnjU2r9tMN_tUSjjUHZdDXNdadFILHHNwRMV8wwROhjp/s640/blogger-image--1896058175.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDH1BYC5iBQgSGQ2vtSK2TQ-y2NZvAS1MH7AIy-bc7qeIQodgPRR8M3lNZbnC2h_7xeYYrUvbs0mt1KIfb8xciJW8LeE8nNyPmgnjU2r9tMN_tUSjjUHZdDXNdadFILHHNwRMV8wwROhjp/s640/blogger-image--1896058175.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">He bursts out that he feels bad because of Lucas, but again his outburst is ignored. </div></div><div>So now he's cynical, passive and playing the part. :( </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWgeocoILRQov_9lIFaCcBpq-tMX1BSUjc8EDDRYZNfSvzPJmdHNeo90V0EiKSwTJpHNacb72dnLsD5mpL-Mk8mTw_IgxDdBboYy8Hf-FXJ2W_uui2U5qDqI-D1GncP8crwVohQkWjghyphenhyphenG/s640/blogger-image--917135468.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWgeocoILRQov_9lIFaCcBpq-tMX1BSUjc8EDDRYZNfSvzPJmdHNeo90V0EiKSwTJpHNacb72dnLsD5mpL-Mk8mTw_IgxDdBboYy8Hf-FXJ2W_uui2U5qDqI-D1GncP8crwVohQkWjghyphenhyphenG/s640/blogger-image--917135468.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5h0QE07_KdaBP94GwwDNwmotgt6L7gENnpfUaUsDM7KBejDOxnvuMDfXJQCs_8rHY_VXIJmnQ1bqXEsN4slVHeMFKNkezcLZAplC4h-VCFB8zebQb3wXmk6LqHWuNn4ddVidTCVar0feY/s640/blogger-image-416022929.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5h0QE07_KdaBP94GwwDNwmotgt6L7gENnpfUaUsDM7KBejDOxnvuMDfXJQCs_8rHY_VXIJmnQ1bqXEsN4slVHeMFKNkezcLZAplC4h-VCFB8zebQb3wXmk6LqHWuNn4ddVidTCVar0feY/s640/blogger-image-416022929.jpg"></a></div></div></div><div>It's not until Girl Meets Pluto that Farkle begins to hope again. And what does he put in the time capsule? </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9yCyoqHJqOTr7RSxfE1mMi7ZPtAsNgaVkF-o42jIx7BXNFzi5TlE56_JRV1zkIihGyewR_79NS1qLrgdWMQLMrogepEPOVDrzo-Xr_Tv5OY9AI6twSfUu8iLASscWyST0YEUlyzhcRRGq/s640/blogger-image-1674683627.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9yCyoqHJqOTr7RSxfE1mMi7ZPtAsNgaVkF-o42jIx7BXNFzi5TlE56_JRV1zkIihGyewR_79NS1qLrgdWMQLMrogepEPOVDrzo-Xr_Tv5OY9AI6twSfUu8iLASscWyST0YEUlyzhcRRGq/s640/blogger-image-1674683627.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKiKSILWOlDPj_p5ZqcanOMDIHDW_TJg99LgAtkOnqpAILP_3-QclpkjaB6SQ2CbjLl0WWAseM9Yeni24MTuhuNC_DfBTx8duuiUgoRHHF4Ns0_QrNLj6BvnsZ-OMNJvt9rDUaZVLduxjX/s640/blogger-image--310062864.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKiKSILWOlDPj_p5ZqcanOMDIHDW_TJg99LgAtkOnqpAILP_3-QclpkjaB6SQ2CbjLl0WWAseM9Yeni24MTuhuNC_DfBTx8duuiUgoRHHF4Ns0_QrNLj6BvnsZ-OMNJvt9rDUaZVLduxjX/s640/blogger-image--310062864.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYxOXa27P0ySDZrUi54hXip8RGCDP8IT467jTV4ds4UhoshiTH6VHS_gJJjdPTgZREplRRumCE9wS2GN5jbR2OeXt6qEakQVpoYsZeKMw4boF9xm014u1kR_P5h_X18Y5Iqaw4P0BsysS6/s640/blogger-image-570882477.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYxOXa27P0ySDZrUi54hXip8RGCDP8IT467jTV4ds4UhoshiTH6VHS_gJJjdPTgZREplRRumCE9wS2GN5jbR2OeXt6qEakQVpoYsZeKMw4boF9xm014u1kR_P5h_X18Y5Iqaw4P0BsysS6/s640/blogger-image-570882477.jpg"></a></div><br></div></div></div><div>What does he say? </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-4hLzNOqhSR01fTtPbdvQXlwF54QJf1BCdW2yJQoPXHIOy5e2JiFAyN8T-SZoEkBTZ0McXiV0eSZG8VXAMuH4HBlykWMKd8bP69xV2IvrdmmLT9uhDoAvb9AxklvV7k26rqc5JD5LtUAq/s640/blogger-image--2135768033.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-4hLzNOqhSR01fTtPbdvQXlwF54QJf1BCdW2yJQoPXHIOy5e2JiFAyN8T-SZoEkBTZ0McXiV0eSZG8VXAMuH4HBlykWMKd8bP69xV2IvrdmmLT9uhDoAvb9AxklvV7k26rqc5JD5LtUAq/s640/blogger-image--2135768033.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk3BQe1Xbw1U5RWU1OMXuv1EsUSPTLEBonbxHu2j6YStM8CD0F1o-3kUHLs_TkXJ4BT51fww7t9uWf2WHA6g9rwwExKb9Agl5QTeGQabd527mpzBj7HABTPU0YwKOdiZ85-YB5fD5uT0MB/s640/blogger-image--1268102906.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk3BQe1Xbw1U5RWU1OMXuv1EsUSPTLEBonbxHu2j6YStM8CD0F1o-3kUHLs_TkXJ4BT51fww7t9uWf2WHA6g9rwwExKb9Agl5QTeGQabd527mpzBj7HABTPU0YwKOdiZ85-YB5fD5uT0MB/s640/blogger-image--1268102906.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9lFHtFRN-pfEfeIlLY8sRjl6xTJWvQkIiZGpx1qfS4Q4LjMAnDpEoY7TGujeZJvS3Rs9lHEvU6L6XIAoZfzlEaWA5pLX4C2mIWH49xnj4Kc28vnMbPfR1e_g2weN0xOkbts9xJPp1kwgw/s640/blogger-image-1995868399.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9lFHtFRN-pfEfeIlLY8sRjl6xTJWvQkIiZGpx1qfS4Q4LjMAnDpEoY7TGujeZJvS3Rs9lHEvU6L6XIAoZfzlEaWA5pLX4C2mIWH49xnj4Kc28vnMbPfR1e_g2weN0xOkbts9xJPp1kwgw/s640/blogger-image-1995868399.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhau-aMYnqTT0v5SkyHuAAUUjzFV9d7F7jgHul5HIJjsjjv2lUA7uqtvWy772YwIkVuUtHz1FxBDY4P3VAhngBMcmeH0zy_n9YIJFsMU_cW78f2vAgMnZP8FVHnLiE31459iCPCAWFn3rEP/s640/blogger-image-1425062644.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhau-aMYnqTT0v5SkyHuAAUUjzFV9d7F7jgHul5HIJjsjjv2lUA7uqtvWy772YwIkVuUtHz1FxBDY4P3VAhngBMcmeH0zy_n9YIJFsMU_cW78f2vAgMnZP8FVHnLiE31459iCPCAWFn3rEP/s640/blogger-image-1425062644.jpg"></a></div></div></div></div></div><div>So, now Farkle believes that maybe, just maybe those feelings would be returned. Because Riley was there for him. </div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">But throughout season two, what happens? Lots of distractions. Riley is pulled away from him, blows him off and focuses on Lucas. </span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqcTfoftXOSvPBBdsq23QXDWENslkwNduiFDj0A_3_XKs-SsSCmgBE3ZScBdgA_qGhXe-iuWgEgnmWf8iGBbUoPE5N8nqNjBRom1W5Sx3b-NXTKa5UCgKA8fv30jKgmvERXC04FHJMftX6/s640/blogger-image--1012322654.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqcTfoftXOSvPBBdsq23QXDWENslkwNduiFDj0A_3_XKs-SsSCmgBE3ZScBdgA_qGhXe-iuWgEgnmWf8iGBbUoPE5N8nqNjBRom1W5Sx3b-NXTKa5UCgKA8fv30jKgmvERXC04FHJMftX6/s640/blogger-image--1012322654.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Yearbook comes next, where Farkle completely changes who he is: </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKCshabMr9OKkHrNbSoU6N0QGhabxo8mf7x_O23hpPfPdfzzXSNlYB9OV5tW-OcVCdzJGlVz4yFlxw6KjRQXYMXzNRh2lPpyUKxHfQWw6LkHl5BBwS0lzPSu57eZNJ__4IPW8jQS05beMN/s640/blogger-image--1060615333.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKCshabMr9OKkHrNbSoU6N0QGhabxo8mf7x_O23hpPfPdfzzXSNlYB9OV5tW-OcVCdzJGlVz4yFlxw6KjRQXYMXzNRh2lPpyUKxHfQWw6LkHl5BBwS0lzPSu57eZNJ__4IPW8jQS05beMN/s640/blogger-image--1060615333.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkXTNJfbo_K03fGsD3efJB-8u6T8JUPL-WUn638pkC1zzSYkvSc1Jv8DVodOy_l3qA4VaI5XDWxM3RVKSb_QfqlgpkEgZgjWBJibJA2tsa77xoaF8Z6j12nVXffHCp3FsThsxnvhM3E070/s640/blogger-image--1276083852.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkXTNJfbo_K03fGsD3efJB-8u6T8JUPL-WUn638pkC1zzSYkvSc1Jv8DVodOy_l3qA4VaI5XDWxM3RVKSb_QfqlgpkEgZgjWBJibJA2tsa77xoaF8Z6j12nVXffHCp3FsThsxnvhM3E070/s640/blogger-image--1276083852.jpg"></a></div></div></div><div>Then, in Girl Meets I Am Farkle, he goes through a major scare. All he wants is support from his friends and . . .</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRiBB4Zd-vtOSuwSbSZgNAGMaDs1tgbjGQOriXRfg1V8xBxsj-OELnIxftwNJXD3psIJniwPxPrK5ARhyphenhyphenkDu2UAe9aZDNuz7Dwi65r89NmahAPnvps6zKHCsxEHvqPauXo8Pnf2aTt1K8Q/s640/blogger-image--1656116745.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRiBB4Zd-vtOSuwSbSZgNAGMaDs1tgbjGQOriXRfg1V8xBxsj-OELnIxftwNJXD3psIJniwPxPrK5ARhyphenhyphenkDu2UAe9aZDNuz7Dwi65r89NmahAPnvps6zKHCsxEHvqPauXo8Pnf2aTt1K8Q/s640/blogger-image--1656116745.jpg"></a></div></div><div>So Riley and Maya push him toward Smackle. And Smackle accepts Farkle for who he is, despite the possibility that he could be different. This is new to Farkle. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX-jMrg55Ubmo6ZGkqc5yNGwF6w6zJsEA6NH0ykAQi9Lyg4v6bi3f9IVbZU-XUUBX8wC9OnT6A1Qbi88VFL6FP_Xqpbi3K8EqH_xMQBQPv23ZuMHkZA8YeEy9_lmodbPhcmD4M4VvGmo5W/s640/blogger-image-119836.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX-jMrg55Ubmo6ZGkqc5yNGwF6w6zJsEA6NH0ykAQi9Lyg4v6bi3f9IVbZU-XUUBX8wC9OnT6A1Qbi88VFL6FP_Xqpbi3K8EqH_xMQBQPv23ZuMHkZA8YeEy9_lmodbPhcmD4M4VvGmo5W/s640/blogger-image-119836.jpg"></a></div></div><div>Farkle "divorces" Riley and Maya, because he knows that their marriages to him aren't real. He decides to pursue a real relationship with Smackle, and go figure out love. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy-v9LHMTXpQgoBacZB2t2Rs40E6u2B22w93YCHmPXsAr5EGvDYaV_69wfr1uSVqBTDu3eJZMlusuliJtOeZzXwICCdgD5VaD5uk6nIXKHljF5rgEmBHuBz1AU0n8_-iTZxUFj23I8Z6m9/s640/blogger-image-172961475.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy-v9LHMTXpQgoBacZB2t2Rs40E6u2B22w93YCHmPXsAr5EGvDYaV_69wfr1uSVqBTDu3eJZMlusuliJtOeZzXwICCdgD5VaD5uk6nIXKHljF5rgEmBHuBz1AU0n8_-iTZxUFj23I8Z6m9/s640/blogger-image-172961475.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxdlbjE12iX0ax3zaJFS3YTLnbZdmCvxxB2i9VK3AV0xDydsChBoAFA0GikuwpGGR0yvbL3GS6_-dFhURZt8__F-OEo9vgvTHKqU7wWdTEXJILLsURbDQiQwgURAvQ6iRe6ToxN3poyQK6/s640/blogger-image-1568644426.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxdlbjE12iX0ax3zaJFS3YTLnbZdmCvxxB2i9VK3AV0xDydsChBoAFA0GikuwpGGR0yvbL3GS6_-dFhURZt8__F-OEo9vgvTHKqU7wWdTEXJILLsURbDQiQwgURAvQ6iRe6ToxN3poyQK6/s640/blogger-image-1568644426.jpg"></a></div></div><br></div><div>Then, Riley gets bullied. Farkle is the first to notice. He says something pretty interesting as he explains Riley's behavior to Maya: </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSgzboKEfFW0f95g0nBAjE9n9VcZmHvArf6VXEOjbabqAcia6iHIyUWDsQzihZkd0EbfFPLFFo6WRepDRsOB9_x84R7k12KwoEI7Tu5jEJg40ny0ewVnFYclOG93F6cK0qi9Eehhzf6II9/s640/blogger-image-1510552236.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSgzboKEfFW0f95g0nBAjE9n9VcZmHvArf6VXEOjbabqAcia6iHIyUWDsQzihZkd0EbfFPLFFo6WRepDRsOB9_x84R7k12KwoEI7Tu5jEJg40ny0ewVnFYclOG93F6cK0qi9Eehhzf6II9/s640/blogger-image-1510552236.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div><div>He's also very supportive of Riley in Girl Meets Rah Rah. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiicGTq13zeOoBP0gZyBBT-vqjY40b0EDjyZII3X6TDAcDpsiy6hVmYL6BXDJZgd6tCJnKPQOL-cI-Rqcpjfe11kxTKp9OE4SnooSPyuFtG1f5qd8IGrHUwr3fXcoQwGMJ9USQjkssH0PtO/s640/blogger-image-211454337.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiicGTq13zeOoBP0gZyBBT-vqjY40b0EDjyZII3X6TDAcDpsiy6hVmYL6BXDJZgd6tCJnKPQOL-cI-Rqcpjfe11kxTKp9OE4SnooSPyuFtG1f5qd8IGrHUwr3fXcoQwGMJ9USQjkssH0PtO/s640/blogger-image-211454337.jpg"></a></div></div></div><div>Then, Farkle and Riley have a very intense argument in Stem. They learn how to work together as a team. And both learn something important. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHuw0mCkkZq1YC11evqcYeg1nWI8FPKDb7A41Z1mpvrSfIYr8WoLqwARxnUoAYvYUsMEIKbkIPqZhWs9uOSl_MXaEeQ3rIza7PLWVCcHAjTE00GNsPYkSgZd78bmpz31Ov6Y9i1b5UNLeg/s640/blogger-image-2130503973.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHuw0mCkkZq1YC11evqcYeg1nWI8FPKDb7A41Z1mpvrSfIYr8WoLqwARxnUoAYvYUsMEIKbkIPqZhWs9uOSl_MXaEeQ3rIza7PLWVCcHAjTE00GNsPYkSgZd78bmpz31Ov6Y9i1b5UNLeg/s640/blogger-image-2130503973.jpg"></a></div></div><div>Then Girl Meets Texas happens. It's all about Lucas. Farkle feels left out, and he shows it in an interesting way: </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEishdOKnBYJFZXdR8wJfUuUGlTaZOxErblXCnEbuHfXqdXzQ1FIyvlYRqupjO97Pxp1u6Djbt7TcABlwEQg7wGmFz1MQC2lqyhNNQFZ4Fsgoe_1JqutDo64WP7JJFMZl3KJnc_AInpNBeqb/s640/blogger-image--1718370446.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEishdOKnBYJFZXdR8wJfUuUGlTaZOxErblXCnEbuHfXqdXzQ1FIyvlYRqupjO97Pxp1u6Djbt7TcABlwEQg7wGmFz1MQC2lqyhNNQFZ4Fsgoe_1JqutDo64WP7JJFMZl3KJnc_AInpNBeqb/s640/blogger-image--1718370446.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiScjjQ0iYo6kiPS4tYxzd4miCj4eLLV8SvDfNcvRKuvpcq7Ab-XLMBUx4dccaYJnym41NGqI_L7JxHiu9OAFTA0A4PdubctdgXdaxAH5C7n037tTfGQUYrIeqAfXTdiK1A8Prd5T-mpNj0/s640/blogger-image--1915131230.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiScjjQ0iYo6kiPS4tYxzd4miCj4eLLV8SvDfNcvRKuvpcq7Ab-XLMBUx4dccaYJnym41NGqI_L7JxHiu9OAFTA0A4PdubctdgXdaxAH5C7n037tTfGQUYrIeqAfXTdiK1A8Prd5T-mpNj0/s640/blogger-image--1915131230.jpg"></a></div></div></div><div><br></div><div> Farkle also becomes confused again. Why? Well . . .</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGk9xhDsXkr8lUnBeqgx27OeFw77iwuyVWAiCfU5C5Q_GJ1MyBpANyhm1J-3IjhorMORCbgEoTo2ppwx0buNBgp1emQEUbCDayaLbAUKCVUSdS6dEnn6HAKxFtwSV6sZvuhe1x67TUpd2X/s640/blogger-image-733400191.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGk9xhDsXkr8lUnBeqgx27OeFw77iwuyVWAiCfU5C5Q_GJ1MyBpANyhm1J-3IjhorMORCbgEoTo2ppwx0buNBgp1emQEUbCDayaLbAUKCVUSdS6dEnn6HAKxFtwSV6sZvuhe1x67TUpd2X/s640/blogger-image-733400191.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBRw_JRDuXVYMcX9mdIFQSdMhYKuNQGJ-cHJV7X4S0IXqY3VYVbCoHtLLB2j5KEDF5aZ4OifE__Q9z5R4u4lYj0c2uFEZn8ArwegYP5WqB6yPnoKyMHJttVSH2lzKGbMbHKehIAZNH7EjZ/s640/blogger-image--1749286721.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBRw_JRDuXVYMcX9mdIFQSdMhYKuNQGJ-cHJV7X4S0IXqY3VYVbCoHtLLB2j5KEDF5aZ4OifE__Q9z5R4u4lYj0c2uFEZn8ArwegYP5WqB6yPnoKyMHJttVSH2lzKGbMbHKehIAZNH7EjZ/s640/blogger-image--1749286721.jpg"></a></div></div></div><div>That sounds like a date, right? But Farkle has a girlfriend now, and Riley's more focused on what's going on with Maya and Lucas than how Farkle feels at that moment. </div><div>Then Farkle learns how Riley actually feels. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLGZ9WKSERLE5LVBmUQv1JvF6cIweTBTBEkKLrk0LamomPD3fJ9tN7HVObtJ8VOegi7FOiUkGMMUkNA-7s2tKk5-dHamixLWWej9MEIuBCmfqYb4Y8FqF8Io2H6G3dO9S-7y5FlkgfZm2V/s640/blogger-image--1788513061.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLGZ9WKSERLE5LVBmUQv1JvF6cIweTBTBEkKLrk0LamomPD3fJ9tN7HVObtJ8VOegi7FOiUkGMMUkNA-7s2tKk5-dHamixLWWej9MEIuBCmfqYb4Y8FqF8Io2H6G3dO9S-7y5FlkgfZm2V/s640/blogger-image--1788513061.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim2Bs6JAeNjIMRbx8UGMLpGZmSmQ9QEsYgQaTxkaGEOJts51Dnlr-XjyErswp6w3Aszv0ay6lSdqHG3R2By_0V7tEL-7PLhc_WNzuzRcXrb1j_yG_9j8KwweaDFQaj1a6pneTNqR03AnHu/s640/blogger-image-1980325189.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim2Bs6JAeNjIMRbx8UGMLpGZmSmQ9QEsYgQaTxkaGEOJts51Dnlr-XjyErswp6w3Aszv0ay6lSdqHG3R2By_0V7tEL-7PLhc_WNzuzRcXrb1j_yG_9j8KwweaDFQaj1a6pneTNqR03AnHu/s640/blogger-image-1980325189.jpg"></a></div></div></div><div>What Farkle says about feelings here is very important.</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH79A6EypSjXbBTP7FnhjZMgPAggKW2ZeXCiIacXv_ZHLb2XpEYksCHk7Mm16ziHmW_pJdchxLnWEcLZBsuWTG3rDRQflNucp1DoakOCGaEHhp_693p-sYJc_5RdJFKcm6g17DF-frTnXG/s640/blogger-image--1759294868.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH79A6EypSjXbBTP7FnhjZMgPAggKW2ZeXCiIacXv_ZHLb2XpEYksCHk7Mm16ziHmW_pJdchxLnWEcLZBsuWTG3rDRQflNucp1DoakOCGaEHhp_693p-sYJc_5RdJFKcm6g17DF-frTnXG/s640/blogger-image--1759294868.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe1F4qxlGenoITbPk2Hl1A234fD1m1Gyppo0Xqh6LImg0cD91-RHeYKJDIEs-oBKu3x7ESjbKu8DRNhCFqiR33ArA6kKjugL0G80nidrALNTAJeIt8If5DQ6WIY-7A7mDGqdhEE3AI1BZc/s640/blogger-image--961588663.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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He cares for her too much. He'll do anything for Riley, as he's proven time and time again. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtTDVHA4MmIDWGNZj3lKfDVDE3ZzjtZzVXWlqupy_kWaSlIyTrj56fRb3Ligh-GWppHjEv8SlxNBK9gC334aWM8EnI_71QLmxLz42KDzYkqhl16kFMORQ0zND8gAfjjUSoKvqmRKHORuYd/s640/blogger-image--1437579674.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtTDVHA4MmIDWGNZj3lKfDVDE3ZzjtZzVXWlqupy_kWaSlIyTrj56fRb3Ligh-GWppHjEv8SlxNBK9gC334aWM8EnI_71QLmxLz42KDzYkqhl16kFMORQ0zND8gAfjjUSoKvqmRKHORuYd/s640/blogger-image--1437579674.jpg"></a></div></div><div>He reveals Riley's feelings, just like Riley revealed Maya's in Texas. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCpCMzMcdpDJ5xLOXVEMG-X2QgGxoVmeevbPDvgsx70Vp_gu2Rw36GE5I_Tpma9u8cFz6rTBSjE7mNItL5Wa2VQ159ZlcmtEH-EA4KuBeb6hgmWeaQtX59VTMJTO2NrOgZOT46A0v6EwtR/s640/blogger-image-332281269.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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All evidence he gathered points to the possibility that Riley loves him, but she continues to reject him. That's why he asks Mr. Norton an important question: </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinrS1WuFJzQU-TxcWbM5tp8Z6syLMFUaM5dQYajPeacXCduAJsRl22tOyYPmgRQj-HmdWD5G04YW-oATlUUO1e-mr__FQ5h2PCDpN6qbCsNoseq23A3TosCv_sLkLPDLHTObcQAXatSB8R/s640/blogger-image-53574087.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinrS1WuFJzQU-TxcWbM5tp8Z6syLMFUaM5dQYajPeacXCduAJsRl22tOyYPmgRQj-HmdWD5G04YW-oATlUUO1e-mr__FQ5h2PCDpN6qbCsNoseq23A3TosCv_sLkLPDLHTObcQAXatSB8R/s640/blogger-image-53574087.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3EAfgYWOD2bo_2EewFC3oAzcVSdMSr13_FjoEhuPMGSDeBrA4kJLnDkFTsAG7onuhS6Y_Gaf7FsTbmkkz09oSjJdsQKjejOZtO9Fk68AyeBBkncMtV5_QQRFqC0BtRxOVq17-O9UkvWX7/s640/blogger-image--348724638.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3EAfgYWOD2bo_2EewFC3oAzcVSdMSr13_FjoEhuPMGSDeBrA4kJLnDkFTsAG7onuhS6Y_Gaf7FsTbmkkz09oSjJdsQKjejOZtO9Fk68AyeBBkncMtV5_QQRFqC0BtRxOVq17-O9UkvWX7/s640/blogger-image--348724638.jpg"></a></div></div></div><div>By the time High School rolls around, Farkle has no idea what's going on anymore, with High School or his feelings. </div><div>Then Riley says: </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSGeH3CiLfD3BKkOigRZyp1r5mKdc7MlG14xlUfsIj510uKVutrLuc7_BFCv-qmXftqbQEt9ZqPaed82EmS5_OaGV4vugY0BQGOOqvENfUdI6K6rCLDxXAC_rFWeJmx93bLg4OnAA4MPft/s640/blogger-image-2130148106.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSGeH3CiLfD3BKkOigRZyp1r5mKdc7MlG14xlUfsIj510uKVutrLuc7_BFCv-qmXftqbQEt9ZqPaed82EmS5_OaGV4vugY0BQGOOqvENfUdI6K6rCLDxXAC_rFWeJmx93bLg4OnAA4MPft/s640/blogger-image-2130148106.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnvCLQyzfkmVbY3kVLqgsK7z_QCzoe10ez3u-Lp0FzQSvvqPdc4OBCfGsScg20JlkqbvM7RvOBUgEJNQ-PR9b_5EGJO7YqfKWtFexv7bXhfh3fX_xz27X89l-nqsakfhFH1BPDItRhH-0A/s640/blogger-image-154570457.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnvCLQyzfkmVbY3kVLqgsK7z_QCzoe10ez3u-Lp0FzQSvvqPdc4OBCfGsScg20JlkqbvM7RvOBUgEJNQ-PR9b_5EGJO7YqfKWtFexv7bXhfh3fX_xz27X89l-nqsakfhFH1BPDItRhH-0A/s640/blogger-image-154570457.jpg"></a></div></div></div><div>And the triangle begins. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRnuvSAQo7v-KjFI_mxJzhQrEj-Ao24QS8rNaeTWbTzm2CzpjltvwfM0wwlsHq-AUSGf5pKAjH36oP2zs8zPlKKo4W7uzJAYpLIqY_0Ki9eA-zk5QGWKkBY68DwJVRb9HLOf-GGWPiRayn/s640/blogger-image-1450922508.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRnuvSAQo7v-KjFI_mxJzhQrEj-Ao24QS8rNaeTWbTzm2CzpjltvwfM0wwlsHq-AUSGf5pKAjH36oP2zs8zPlKKo4W7uzJAYpLIqY_0Ki9eA-zk5QGWKkBY68DwJVRb9HLOf-GGWPiRayn/s640/blogger-image-1450922508.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGnUSgke-2QDyvMpEb-neTRhW1LBerEp3RLLdyvy7xIi6DEXesTWiK5R6wy8cCp_pgfP323QXckolSY83EADkpXtMqlty_K1tkpLV_OicuCN2imN7FltDVdyQIHloF5m7t0XrzYFEfS_qy/s640/blogger-image-450339240.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGnUSgke-2QDyvMpEb-neTRhW1LBerEp3RLLdyvy7xIi6DEXesTWiK5R6wy8cCp_pgfP323QXckolSY83EADkpXtMqlty_K1tkpLV_OicuCN2imN7FltDVdyQIHloF5m7t0XrzYFEfS_qy/s640/blogger-image-450339240.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbm4Fzh0fU-Xrs6m8N8Ft3otx2WfGupFZD1ChFDJISoDDrdvDBpMZerjUkBse9piDZ5Bbxp8RHcDP88S1-NLwVbtGho7RoXJ6C44FGcQftINw9R83OAR3LIGu5sSJi9S4jqleJeK01ckBG/s640/blogger-image-310736831.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbm4Fzh0fU-Xrs6m8N8Ft3otx2WfGupFZD1ChFDJISoDDrdvDBpMZerjUkBse9piDZ5Bbxp8RHcDP88S1-NLwVbtGho7RoXJ6C44FGcQftINw9R83OAR3LIGu5sSJi9S4jqleJeK01ckBG/s640/blogger-image-310736831.jpg"></a></div></div></div></div><div>By now, Farkle has had it. He blows up a few times. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikcVVO0Npcxt3Ob5sN6hEuSJjSw9EssHSaZ272X6q-lZ1t4wTIcGukeU0oEfhUh8-PhB8BrrUdZqHzlwMZthA8E_b2YspE81BRnPL0OHCMXcbVIhFPW74G3ZPKb0XEDmAvpT1pCOm1fOTP/s640/blogger-image-429555421.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikcVVO0Npcxt3Ob5sN6hEuSJjSw9EssHSaZ272X6q-lZ1t4wTIcGukeU0oEfhUh8-PhB8BrrUdZqHzlwMZthA8E_b2YspE81BRnPL0OHCMXcbVIhFPW74G3ZPKb0XEDmAvpT1pCOm1fOTP/s640/blogger-image-429555421.jpg"></a></div></div></div><div>But in Upstate, Farkle has lost all hope that Riley could ever be with him. He sees her reaction to Lucas supposedly choosing her, and that's when Farkle goes from anger to sadness. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQPquGCpAyAIcUcchiVuvtcd96iLORqaLcCzlRb-zJE4btM0ld_5SeKkauw3ujBXhWU4q16Lty_YQNO9KZ16P8w_GD374PkszsLLeftCBvi2wB4TzKf6-xFQjmBD2Uj7tGBk4gawdy2Bjp/s640/blogger-image--1640174211.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQPquGCpAyAIcUcchiVuvtcd96iLORqaLcCzlRb-zJE4btM0ld_5SeKkauw3ujBXhWU4q16Lty_YQNO9KZ16P8w_GD374PkszsLLeftCBvi2wB4TzKf6-xFQjmBD2Uj7tGBk4gawdy2Bjp/s640/blogger-image--1640174211.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">He explodes again in Girl Meets True Maya, while Riley is talking about how "charming" Lucas is.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTRDxyHPFztd7q2pk-yF_JRbJPewBKQ3smdtBEWiNTtikN33HEroG48RZK931T5I0Rszok0bQs_cHew0LrVk4A7sk0oFXeAf1VFLE_7ku6ytfQRp86RwZJ_s1dubOsqhzsv6_zo3mB0Hq6/s640/blogger-image-1888972482.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTRDxyHPFztd7q2pk-yF_JRbJPewBKQ3smdtBEWiNTtikN33HEroG48RZK931T5I0Rszok0bQs_cHew0LrVk4A7sk0oFXeAf1VFLE_7ku6ytfQRp86RwZJ_s1dubOsqhzsv6_zo3mB0Hq6/s640/blogger-image-1888972482.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1rCilhOhMOLlXTYdO_1DCyNfWKLIGNp4UtSrIAKsl20-uJVgyLZgmhzPtAfZnestbWJMqv928DNo6yM98OA1TGD22yp5m3JEnKro6JB_3rELQD6YTP9l0CaIpiewjz9vsrZIf2JId87iw/s640/blogger-image--240739636.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1rCilhOhMOLlXTYdO_1DCyNfWKLIGNp4UtSrIAKsl20-uJVgyLZgmhzPtAfZnestbWJMqv928DNo6yM98OA1TGD22yp5m3JEnKro6JB_3rELQD6YTP9l0CaIpiewjz9vsrZIf2JId87iw/s640/blogger-image--240739636.jpg"></a></div></div><br></div><div>He tells Riley he's dead inside. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiluq3d-SHTPE-pA5gixWg6wikPTEYERncjOSy3xNQDu2mtZcOcc71DuzYEa-3IJ7DR2W5bwtYkhy8RgYhr4mwE8spcD3H_Qpu74k2ebb_QqnGRz7KEwwxHI5zM6Njc0uQRsqyfoEWgo_Nq/s640/blogger-image-316979522.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiluq3d-SHTPE-pA5gixWg6wikPTEYERncjOSy3xNQDu2mtZcOcc71DuzYEa-3IJ7DR2W5bwtYkhy8RgYhr4mwE8spcD3H_Qpu74k2ebb_QqnGRz7KEwwxHI5zM6Njc0uQRsqyfoEWgo_Nq/s640/blogger-image-316979522.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">He notices Smackle flirting with other guys: </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7eTzuCZ08HAhCvVwjIn6lKrC20V0tooDf5oS3ezmW5QkV0Vhz5wea_EsBX_CNhEQ0JJ8mOUSIKtKeNZudjZ_BAo7A5ldKCpieDiQnxs5wIA8IyxnuPe849dNpMPQh7BDAaeItA-nffMHh/s640/blogger-image--1587300579.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7eTzuCZ08HAhCvVwjIn6lKrC20V0tooDf5oS3ezmW5QkV0Vhz5wea_EsBX_CNhEQ0JJ8mOUSIKtKeNZudjZ_BAo7A5ldKCpieDiQnxs5wIA8IyxnuPe849dNpMPQh7BDAaeItA-nffMHh/s640/blogger-image--1587300579.jpg"></a></div></div><div>He asks Topanga if he's growing right. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNTVkEzfcNUDlD2eshNrBcC-3XgJIO6r-YdJ1WO17YFKC1AOdAMAWdupLzOag5kzCAujhBb0pJ33KK8iXQ6CpsqJTIrHN2uM0Vq6VEJw7AlLONM-eNp3lebE3V_ME27QzdAdQdu3CCXQ4n/s640/blogger-image-997051901.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNTVkEzfcNUDlD2eshNrBcC-3XgJIO6r-YdJ1WO17YFKC1AOdAMAWdupLzOag5kzCAujhBb0pJ33KK8iXQ6CpsqJTIrHN2uM0Vq6VEJw7AlLONM-eNp3lebE3V_ME27QzdAdQdu3CCXQ4n/s640/blogger-image-997051901.jpg"></a></div></div><div>He's lost all sense of who he used to be, because the girls took advantage of him. It's no wonder Farkle is struggling. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcU0mYSKQJcc2RlIvbrNcyDX4t75tNDQ1WMWQYPF6Sd6HbayorB1jRG7zkwAZ8h20WwJfXq1s6TSIQD1yNdUXYrVMuN3_tyKuIP8DGpYK1gdTaTKbj0eUJbYQuqm0yAmMRB02w8wwVRKnu/s640/blogger-image--1209764903.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcU0mYSKQJcc2RlIvbrNcyDX4t75tNDQ1WMWQYPF6Sd6HbayorB1jRG7zkwAZ8h20WwJfXq1s6TSIQD1yNdUXYrVMuN3_tyKuIP8DGpYK1gdTaTKbj0eUJbYQuqm0yAmMRB02w8wwVRKnu/s640/blogger-image--1209764903.jpg"></a></div></div><div>He's trying to hold back all his emotions in favor of peace, but feelings must be acknowledged, and . . . </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9OsDQLm-JL1c2_RKosVpfZ2fqBl5kjYgsSwcSm4H5zXk89D2QZkWO0IaDpEdCXNKQSTy3LzNPUjsnqn03bBdEhHO7fk4S1YBHQyZrMGtpUsqKJDvjNQ4tgLb1tWTYY9x2_Ct-BegSuYcL/s640/blogger-image--1256991352.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9OsDQLm-JL1c2_RKosVpfZ2fqBl5kjYgsSwcSm4H5zXk89D2QZkWO0IaDpEdCXNKQSTy3LzNPUjsnqn03bBdEhHO7fk4S1YBHQyZrMGtpUsqKJDvjNQ4tgLb1tWTYY9x2_Ct-BegSuYcL/s640/blogger-image--1256991352.jpg"></a></div></div><div><br></div><div>Mt. Farkleuvious is going to blow, because Farkle needs to vent. He's held back all this for too long. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFvyOC8JynaZMGGxlRFOxbdGcnA6UdEJs5fDGQR1jg7X7vf9weonn1F79xydCY5LdBZSkCfduWYsdsZZ2vb-sjL6eadoguP-FuVtYP_Us5nMD1tqoPsYU79CSOra7wVBEkSkjRwe84KwOv/s640/blogger-image-506117998.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFvyOC8JynaZMGGxlRFOxbdGcnA6UdEJs5fDGQR1jg7X7vf9weonn1F79xydCY5LdBZSkCfduWYsdsZZ2vb-sjL6eadoguP-FuVtYP_Us5nMD1tqoPsYU79CSOra7wVBEkSkjRwe84KwOv/s640/blogger-image-506117998.jpg"></a></div></div><div>Riley needs to save her hero. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjttHnpcVeVyoaypx39-9nMzAh6vIsXNl0P7wA33E5Vx6rz1AwQKVlzlIC9cKMFTyaq7-S5-OfdVLYEIAdFWgM-Hs3D6Y12JtIZJ9VumaxShCk9BaObDcWBiT1s8F2J3uSX8HSipYV1rvaj/s640/blogger-image--1254870910.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjttHnpcVeVyoaypx39-9nMzAh6vIsXNl0P7wA33E5Vx6rz1AwQKVlzlIC9cKMFTyaq7-S5-OfdVLYEIAdFWgM-Hs3D6Y12JtIZJ9VumaxShCk9BaObDcWBiT1s8F2J3uSX8HSipYV1rvaj/s640/blogger-image--1254870910.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>And because history repeats, I believe she will. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPlcRbzDnBl2LDVDcCNfK6omTjhJsWhkwuhxOEDZsgHSvr1-D-6ePGuIzxHwu_KPI6pEM6Hfp8fHlDkmnBUTaO2oWVpxJLCJW-Jh23_ofegsvUO4i4pNysKrljqc1XG_6z_0DFj1VUB0rF/s640/blogger-image--158391320.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPlcRbzDnBl2LDVDcCNfK6omTjhJsWhkwuhxOEDZsgHSvr1-D-6ePGuIzxHwu_KPI6pEM6Hfp8fHlDkmnBUTaO2oWVpxJLCJW-Jh23_ofegsvUO4i4pNysKrljqc1XG_6z_0DFj1VUB0rF/s640/blogger-image--158391320.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Sarah Goldenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12130024304675806142noreply@blogger.com3