Hello! Sorry for the lateness! My computer decided to be obedient at eleven o'clock at night, so when I accidently told it to delete chapter 2 it did. But it's all better now, so yeah. Reviews are always welcome, please and thank you! Now get on with the story! 8.)

Unfortunately, I didn't have the chance to but my way in because she continued with, "Before you interrupt, you father and I have already talked about it and, well, we really would like for you to go this time. I know you don't feel like you'll fit in, I was there too once, but there's something about this school. I don't know, I just have a feeling. Plus, the monster attack to school day ratio is surprisingly low." She trailed off at that point, but I caught bits and pieces. Apparently she was thinking hard about what to say next.

I don't know how, but it felt like this conversation just went from school to life of death. She has this look in her eyes; they were filled with desperation, and a hint of determination. Well shit. "What's it called?" I asked, trying to change the subject, but not doing very well. She started to say something, and then stopped, thinking the better of it (we do that a lot). After a few minutes, she was still taking her sweet time thinking, I got up to throw what was left of my apple away, making sure that there wasn't any edible parts left.

"Where are you going?" She asked, still distracted in her own thoughts. I guess it wasn't obvious, even though the door I went through could only lead to the kitchen, but I decided not to voice that particular fact, instead going with, "Kitchen, I would prefer not getting any more apple juice on my hands than necessary. I'll be right back."

By the time I came out she had moved out of the chair and taken to pacing. Ok, normally she isn't nervous so something was up, so I sat down, finding myself defeated, and not knowing what to do about it. We both sat down, across from each other, and waited for the other to say something. When I couldn't stand it any longer, I spoke up, repeating my last question, "So, what's it called?"

She started to answer this time getting to "Well, it's-"and then she stopped, again, and looked back and forth between me and the entry way behind the couch I was sitting on. It took a few moments, but I decided to look back, finding my dad standing in the door way, grinning his butt off. "Hello ladies, what are you up to on this fine afternoon?"

My mom went over and hugged him while giving him a peck on the cheek. "I thought you weren't going to be back until dinner."

He smiled down at her with a knowing look in his eyes. "Well, I decided I didn't want to negotiate with weird creeps who rent out strange white vans so I just came home."

"Really? That's the best you could come up with?" I chided him, finding his creativity lacking a little.

"Nah, I'm just tired of weird fat dudes looking me up and down telling me that I can't pack up my house all by myself, though, Piper and Jason were there so he couldn't say too much. What'd you guys do while I was gone? Oh, and what's for dinner cause I am starving!"

I couldn't not laugh, ok? I had to breathe before answering with, "Mom was just telling me about the new school she wants me to go to. Ooh, can we have pizza?"

"Another one? And that sounds delicious!" continued, his full of a joking tone that could make anyone laugh. Ok, so he isn't my father, but he is an awesome substitute. I looked at him with a hint of confusion though, knowing that they had talked about it. "Oh well. So assuming it's the one we talked about, how much did she tell you?" he asked before I could say anything.

"Not much actually, just that it has a low monster attack numbers, it's a fairly new school, and she has this majestic feeling that I must go to this exact school. So… how'd it go?" I tried to distract him, I mean, he does have ADHD, but unfortunately, and I do think it's a parent thing, the one time I want him to not focus is the one time he does. He doesn't point it out though, instead he flops on the couch I'm sitting on, pausing to shift my feet from the cushion to his lap, and continues with the lovely sarcasm. "Really? That's it? I thought you wanted to tell her cause you go into detail more." He sighed like a true drama queen.

"Well I was going to, but then you walked in. I just couldn't focus. I thought you knew that you had that effect on me. It's really quite unfair." My mom made a strange puppy face and went to sit on the arm next to him. He grinned like a maniac again, "Well I guess all is forgiven then. Now, it's time to get down to some real business. What's for dinner?" (I did a mental happy dance at this moment)

"Well, we could order pizza, or Chinese, or we could make spaghetti, and what do you mean your starving? It's like 3 o'clock." My mom has a habit of changing topics yet staying on topic at the same time. It's really weird, and I try not to question it.

"I'm good with pizza, as long as there are mushrooms!" I yelled, walking into the library to get to my room. I seriously needed a break from their lovey-dovey-ness. I decided to text one of my only friends, Sapphire (her mom has this thing with precious stones). She was one of my favorite kid-of-dad's-friend and was also the only one that could Skype me whenever I needed it.

Hello Dear friend! What did I just write? I think my mom is getting to me. Anyway, I think I need a reality check. You up for the mall? Though I do need to ask, so I'll be right back. –M

I practically sprinted to the living room, trying to make sure before she could text back (yes, I was racing her fingers, it's weird, but I don't care). "Hey mom, hey dad. Can I go to the mall to see my fiery friend Sapphire? I know that I have to be back by 7 for dinner and whatever I buy I get to pack. Oh, please and if yes, thank you!" I rushed out, trying not breathe.

"Um… you ok with it?" my mom asked, looking towards my dad. He looked just as surprised as she did. "I guess. Though you should change, and do you have money?"

"I was going to wait for you to confirm and yes. THANK YOU!" I projected my voice as I made my way back to my lovely room. As I thought about what to wear I got my reply (that took way longer than usual).

Oh good. I was just about to ask you the same thing. I think we have some catching up to do and I have to tell you something. Be there in an hour? And don't forget money!

I typed my response as fast as I could, messing up a part and having to re-type it.

I was thinking the same thing! Hour is good and of course I'll bring money!

kk. See you there in an hour.

I took a quick shower (more like a rinse) and changed into a long-sleeved black and greyish-white striped shirt and a normal pair of jeans, topping it off with my favorite black leather jacket. Letting my hair down I packed a small messenger bag with the only book I kept out, my phone/headphones, and a notebook + pencil.

I walked out to the living room, my progress lacking because of me trying to pick a song. After settling on "Kiss Me Slowly" by Parachute, I got out the front door. Checking the time I found that I had 30 minutes still, so I took the longer, 20 minute route instead of the lovely 10. Besides, if I walked slower I could still shave off some more time.

I got to the mall about 15 minutes later, apparently walking faster than I should of. Not knowing what to do until Sapphire got her I decided to go to the pretzel shop (AKA BEST FOOD PLACE EVER!) to get a snack. After the guy gave me my lovely pigs in a blanket I went to the edge of the food court, waiting for her to come in the usual way. After 10 minutes I felt like someone was watching me and upon turning around I found I was right. Across the room (or whatever you'd like to call it) was my best friend, but not my best friend. Instead of her usual beautiful, long, (and a little luscious) dark brown hair, there was cropped, black, with a few blue streaks in the bangs, and a little greasy. I ran up to her, wanting to ask her what the hell happened this time.

How'd you like it? Let me know? And I was inspired by some other stories I was reading to do a question of the week, I know it's a little late, but I'm going to try to start posting every Saturday.

This week's question: What's your favorite ice cream/ frozen yogurt flavor?