(A/N: Ages have been changed in characters, not the characters from the previous story. And shush I like my men tall heehee)


"Ninguno de nosotros alcanzará jamás algo excelente u ordenando menos cuando él escucha este cuchicheo que es oído por él sólo."

"None of us will ever accomplish anything excellent or commanding except when he listens to this whisper which is heard by him alone."


The years went on and on. The kids growing up before their very eyes, now at the spry age of seventeen. The miracle of life transforming. Watching them mature into the future adults they were meant to be. The girls were transforming into beautiful young woman like Tom had somewhat predicted. Alyssa was a glamorous preppy girl. As opposed to her twin who was very relaxed and one with almost anything she did. Including converting to Buddhism.

As for the youngest child, Psymon, he was still shorter then the girls and still underweight for his age. Over the summer of sophomore year, Dane had a growth spur and his voice finally broke in. Psymon only grew very little at a time not yet reaching his own growth spur, standing only at about 5'3. His voice only beginning to break now. The wicked puberty coming a little late for him.

His biological mother and father still had not tried to get in contact with him and he honestly didn't want them to. But he was concerned for his little brother Nicky. He missed that kid.

Over the years, Psymon had been perfecting his BMX and snowboarding skills. He still wasn't as good as his dad, but catching up fast. For the past five or so years, Psymon had been competing in BMX competitions. He actually won first place in his last comp. and a man by the name Ron Stockton had introduced himself. He said he was working as a judge and told Psymon this big win may be the best thing that's ever happened to him. Psymon was told he would be receiving a letter whether or not he would get his $5,000 sponsorship.

Tom and Denise were extremely proud of him. Now the kids go to a trade school. They all attended VoTech of Swift Current, Alberta, Canada. This is where the Combs has lived for the past eighteen years or so, and where Psymon moved too. Half of the day in this school, the kids had two 90 minutes academic classes and the second half they had shop class. The school year was made up of two semesters. The second semester the kids would switch academic classes, but keep their shops for all four years of high school.

Alyssa had chosen cosmetology. She had dyed her hair a platinum blonde color. She dresses and does her hair in the latest fashion of 1993. Constantly buying the collections of Georgio Armani and Ralph Lauren. She wore her tight jeans and tight shirts and constantly worked out trying to 'keep her figure'.

Her twin Melissa, unlike her sister, had her light brown hair. Her virgin hair had darkened over the years. She chose to pursue the arts. This shop included acting, singing, poetry, and even painting. Her style of clothes involved loose fitting clothes, earthy colors, and beatnic hats and scarves.

Psymon still wore his favorite green winter hat although his thick black hair was a bit longer now, no doubt still had that signature flare. Now a days, the hat fit his head just perfectly. He wore his simple hoodies and jeans.

He chose the shop of auotmachanics. Like his dad. And with the guys in there, you had to be tough, especially with Monty Stone. He was basically the class bully, picking on anybody he thought was inferior to him. Like the class clowns Psymon and Dane, who just usually fought back with words, intimidating Monty.

But when he rode his bike on the half-pipe, he just rocked his jeans, etnies, and a t shirt, maybe a hoodie. He stopped wearing his hat when he rode because of the last incident where it almost got destroyed by his bike chain. So now he just lets his hair fly in the wind.

BMX had become a major part of his life. He had been waiting for a sponsorship since he was thirteen years old. He would be one of youngest in the games. Psymon and Dane sat on the porch steps of Psymon's home on this Saturday in mid May. They have been waiting on this porch for several days now anticipating the arrival of the mail.

They soon saw Forest Kain walk up the road. This kid had gotten even bigger then before. He was at least 6'4 and 250 pounds. He was a linebacker for the VoTech's football team. He usually wore his jersey's around. "Hey shorty," he said to Psymon, "What are yall waiten on the porch for?"

"The mail nitwit.," Psymon said as his voice cracked and Forest laughed at him, "Shut up steroids!"

"That was rumor," he retorted pointing in Psymon's face. Dane was used to this. They did this all the time, Forest would start wit Psymon and it would usually end with one of Psymon's witty comebacks. "Mails here," Dane said nonchalantly. Psymon pushed Forest out of the way as he made his way down the walkway to meet the mailman.

"Here you go kid," the mailman said. A barely audible 'thanks' was heard. Psymon leafed through all of the letters and finally came across one from Steel MX. "Holly shit, guys…I … I think this is it!" The two boys looked at each other then rushed over to Psymon's standing at the mailbox as he dropped all of the junk mail and bills on the ground.

"I'm nervous," Psymon admitted. "Come on pansy," Dane said. Psymon took a deep breath and held it opening the envelope. He gently pulled out the letter and read it.

"oh my god….oh my god! MOM!" he screeched running inside. "MOMMOMMOM," he said like rapid fire. Denise turned around from the sink, "What? What's wrong?"

"I did it! Steel MX it gunna sponsor me!"