Hey, guys! I'm back with a NEW story. Well, it's not exactly new. And it's not exactly mine. Basically, BlackSwanGirl is temporarily quitting FF and she was giving away her stories. So I requested this one and here it is. I am going to try my best to finish it for her. For those of you who have read this story on her account, please don't be mad at me. I'm changing things up and I'm starting over. But I kept her OCs and her plot so… Please please please don't hate! Thanks

PS Sophitz Forever is ON. I'm continuing! Check SF later on to see how everything played out!

Biana convinced all of us to go get our scrolls. But, if I'm being honest, I could tell that everyone was excited despite all of the groans and the nervous tension in the air.

We entered the big gray building, taking seats in comfortable chairs. The seven of us were all confortable, despite the fact that we were here.

Finally, after waiting for what seemed like forever, a lady came in, her dirty blonde hair done up in a messy bun, wearing a very short dress that hugged her figure. She clutched a piece of paper with her manicured hands. Her nails were long and bright red.

She glanced at the paper. "Biana Vacker, come with me," she said crisply, marching away quickly, heels clacking on the hard marble-like floor. Biana hurried after her after glancing at us nervously, disappearing down the long hallway.

This happened one at a time to all of us, though with a different person every time. I was finally brought in by a young man, probably two years older than me, leaving Fitz and Tam as the only ones left.

The man led me through one of the many doors in the building and down a good number of hallways before stopping at a random door with nothing on it and leading me inside to a room with some furniture and a window.

He sat down, and I slowly perched myself on the edge of my chair, a plush one-person sofa-like thing.

"Sophie Foster?" he asked. His voice was sweet, and he was looking me in the eye, which made me blush. I looked down at my hands, folded in my lap.

"Yeah, that's me," I mumbled.

He handed me a sheet of paper which asked all of these personal questions. I filled them all out and handed it to the guy.

Then he gave me another sheet, this one with only three questions:

Do you have a love interest?

If so, who? (Full name)

Is your love interest taken in any way, shape, or form? If so, how?

I filled them all out, my hand shaking as I wrote.

He turned to me and said I could leave. He glanced at my papers and then winked at me right as I left. I mumbled a quick thank you and rushed out of the room, recalling my photographic memory for the way back to the waiting room.

My cheeks were hot as I sat back down. Biana, Keefe, and Dex were already back, sitting in those chairs, staring out into space, silent.

We all looked uncomfortable as Linh and Fitz showed up. Tam hurried out last, and we all stood, relieved to leave that building at last.

I leaped home, still thinking about my guide. He was cute...I guess. Yeah, he was. And he had basically flirted with me.

I didn't know what to do now. It was strange, and now I wanted to see my scroll so badly I couldn't breathe.

Yes, I know, it's definitely different from my normal writing. But I like it. BlackSwanGirl was SO talented! This story is definitely going to go places. :D Thanks and please review!