Yo! 'Sup, peeps? You seemed to have stumbled upon this here 'lil old sequel! TO WAR TORN. (Clarifying that.) Sorry I haven't attempted to write this first chapter up sooner… You see, I've been terribly busy…playing Nancy Drew Games. Still trying to finish the Tomb of the Lost Queen. :P That one's hard, dang it! (Oh, and just for the record, I TOTALLY recommend the Haunting of the Castle Malloy to Leo fans. I LOVE MATT in that game! He's SO AWESOME! …Even though you only get to meet him once he's dying for junk food and trapped… :D) And I have learned this board game called Senet! It's from Ancient Egypt (LITERALLY) and it's more fun than ANYTHING. If you wanna learn how to play, I can teach you. I'm gonna post instructions on my profile page. Well, props to you for reading this whole thing!

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DISCLAIMER: Hey, guys! Guess what? (*silence in audience*) I own this Word document in which I'm writing in, this fanfic, all random OC's that barely have ANY part in this fic but may miraculously appear out of nowhere, AND all the dialogue any character in this fic recites! (*more silence*) But… I kinda… sorta… don'towntherightstoHoOorPJO. THERE. I said it. HAPPY?

Piper's P.O.V. (Again, gonna be in Piper's P.O.V. for most of the fic)

As I walked through the enormous garden that my new boarding school had, I didn't even glance at the colorful flowers that bloomed along the sides of the path. I didn't once look at the trees full of white blossoms, or the brightly colored butterflies that fluttered around the place.

I focused on the place I was trying desperately to get to... So, in other words, I was power-walking to my dorm. In a freaking skirt.

It, of course, angered me when my dad insisted that I go to a boarding school closer to him. Apparently, my happiness and well-being didn't matter. What did is whether he was within a thirty-mile radius. He decided this after I stayed two months with him. Unfortunately, I hadn't contacted camp for about five months.

I walked up to the red-brick building, and pushed on the doors. Giggling girls stood on the side lines, staring out the window. They were probably swooning over the idiotic teenage boys that were in the dorm next to us. However, at least they weren't as bad as Isabel and her goons. Make-up was prohibited at Reagan Preparatory School. Uniform was required, as well. All girls who attended the school were to wear a red and gold plaid skirt (knee length, of course), with white tights, and a red polo shirt with the school emblem.

Yeah, I know. Me. In a skirt. Wouldn't have expected it, huh? Well, it has been done before. I've been to quite a few of these types of schools, and I wore skirts at the majority of them. Honestly, I think it's so the teachers can distinguish a girl from a boy. Some of them are a bit old, and have pretty bad eyesight. However, they're nice and treat you with respect. They teach you well and… that's fine by me.

I quickened my pace as the girls took notice of me. They kept insisting on braiding my hair for me, and talking to me about why this guy was so cute. I guess you could say they were nice, but they were a little too boy-crazed for my liking.

I made my way over to the recently-installed elevator, and pressed a button. Once the elevator had climbed all the way up to the second floor (A/N XD), I stepped out and hurried over to room 206. I had heard from one of my roommates, Chloe, this morning in Biology that there was letter on the desk for me. She told me that she couldn't remember the name on it, but she did know that it wasn't my dad.

I jammed the key into the lock, and opened the door quickly. I walked over to the desk, finding exactly what I was looking for—a letter. It was addresses to me, but I didn't recognize the return address. The name said, "Mr. John Liper."

I opened it up, and my eyes scanned the messily scrawled lines upon paper.

Dear Beauty Queen, Pipes, or whatever name you've decided you like better,

Have you ever written one of these? I haven't. Honestly, I'm sorry I haven't written one for you sooner. I tried to call your house two weeks ago, but… Um, your dad picked up the phone. I think it was awkward for both of us, to be honest. He told me the address that you were really at, and I was like, "Oh. Thanks…er, Sir." I think he was really impressed by my awesome demeanor. Personally.

But… I should probably explain the return address thingy. You see, while you were gone from um… THE BOARDING SCHOOL (hopefully you get what I mean), the Foster Care Association of Houston found out my location. They've shipped me off to some other "loving family." *coughcoughHELPMEcoughcough* Their names are Mr. Richard Liper and Mrs. Esther Liper. They insist on calling me John (what they say my name SHOULD'VE been), and they also insist on my using their last name. Hence, the name "John Liper" was born. Yeah. I know. (He's looking over my shoulder right now, Pipes! I'm scawred! D:)

They tell me that they're gonna no doubt adopt me. (Planning my escape as we speak. :D …well, as we write. We aren't exactly speaking, are we?) What's worse is that they say that, "It's OK that I'm a bit hyper. They accept and embrace the fact. They encourage challenges and consider parenting their purpose in life." (Again… *coughcoughHELPMEcoughcough* )

My school is terrible. Hands down. (I have to wear this fancy uniform, and when I go to school with oil or grease on it, they get mad. REALLY mad. I've been sent home twice for it. D: So unfun.) Everyone insists that I can't sit at their table at lunch because I'm, "Not sophisticated enough." I think I'm pretty darn sophisticated, personally. I'm not sure what more they can expect! What do you think, beauty queen?

Well, this letter is getting kinda long. WOW. I am so talented at letter writing. :D

Write back soon! :D I would make this paper hug you if that was possible. …Then again, that'd be sorta creepy, wouldn't it?

Your bestest friend, comrade, ally, BOYFRIEND :D, and Supreme Commander of the Argo II,

LEOOOO. (Or, as my FOSTER PARENTS would probably make me say, John Liper. Ugh.)

I laughed quietly as I read parts of Leo's letter. After reading it, I went around to room to find an envelope, a pen, and some paper. When I finally found all that I needed, I sat down at the desk, and began to write back.

Dear Leo (or should I say, "John Liper?" That whole ordeal confuses me.),

Yes, I have in fact written one of these before. But I was six. So, I guess there's a difference. It sounds like a lot has been going on for you, though. How did the foster people find you? I mean, you were at THE BOARING SCHOOL. (As you would say.) But I bet you're having loads of fun. (Oh, and FYI, "unfun" is NOT a word. Just thought I'd clear that up for you.)Oh, and Leo… Just saying, you may want to look up the word sophisticated. Because you aren't the exact definition.

Sorry I haven't IMed you or contacted you sooner. It's been pretty crazy. My dad decided he wanted me somewhere closer to him throughout the school year. Therefore, I'm stuck at Reagan Preparatory School until summer. (He said I can go wherever I want during the summer months! I'll get to see you at camp!) The bright side is that there are no Isabels. Thank the gods!

My roommates' names are Chloe and Eve. They're really nice. I think they'd like you, and vice versa. I have a uniform too, and you can't wear make-up here. Which is a good thing in my case.

Thanks for the letter. And write back, too!

Your comrade, ally, GIRLFRIEND, beauty queen, and bestest friend,

Piper :)

I folded the letter carefully, and proceeded to shove it into the envelope. I wrote down the address and return address, and sped down the hall, down the steps, and out the door. I put the envelope into the mailbox for my dorm, and closed it.

Then, I went back to my room, and started on my homework.

First chapter—DONE! Hopefully you guys like the letters. I tried to write them to make the characters NOT sound OOC. Oh, and I am aware that I used CAPS in the letters. This is because A) I think that the characters would do that if they were writing a letter to a friend, just to emphasize the point. And B) I don't think they'd underline it to emphasize the point.

Well, hopefully you guys like this chapter.

Tell me if any of the characters seem OOC in the least, and I'll try to fix it. Oh, and if you see any grammatical errors or spelling typos or anything, please tell me that too! All in all, review! But, please, don't use any bad language in your fics and/or reviews. Help make FF a better place for the littler peoples! BUT PLEASE. SERIOUSLY. REVIEW. (I need them, or else I think that I'm a dull, boring loser who is writing pointless fics that no one likes simply because she likes writing. Which I may be… :I OMIGOSH! It's rainy today! YAY! No, seriously. Am I boring? Are my plots dull? I'm starting to worry, here!)

This is sad. Roughly 400 of the words in this chapter are for author's notes.