Unfortunately, this story is no longer a collab. Cup O'tea hatter is extremely busy, so we talked it over, and decided to stop the collab. But the story will go on! Just without Ally, Maxwell. or Isis. Oh, yeah, before I forget again, this story is the brainchild of B'wa Kelley. She gave me this idea. Anyway, I'll be updating a lot more now! Enjoy! To clear up any confusion, Hazel dreamed them up.

Hazel's P.O.V

"Hazel . . . wake up . . ." I heard. I groaned.

"No." There was a soft chuckle. It was Sam, then. A hardly ever laughed.

"Hazel, do you want me to pour this water on you?"

"Go away." I muttered. But I opened my eyes. There were two pairs of eyes, staring down at me, inches from my face. One pair was A's, brilliant, electric blue. The other was Sam's, a deep, sea green. disconcerting as ever. I screamed, and they both started laughing.

"I told you it would work!" Sam told A. I rolled my eyes.

"Why, exactly, did you do that?" I asked. Sam shrugged.

"Our own amusement?" It was so hard to stay mad at him. I felt myself starting to smile, and Sam grinned at me.

"See? There we go! You're not that mad after all!" He laughed. I laughed too.

"No, I'm not. Because I'll get my revenge. And then we'll see who's laughing . . . " I grinned. Sam paled. A winked at me. She knew exactly what I was doing. An old form of Psycho-torture. Basically, tell somebody you're going to do something terrible to them. Subtly remind them every day. And keep them in suspense as long as possible. Still though, Sam was lucky. A would've come up with much worse revenge. She, after all, is the genius . . .

Sam's P.O.V

"No, I'm not. Because I'll get my revenge. And then we'll see who's laughing . . . " Hazel said. And, in that moment, there was a hint of her father, and her sister, in those warm brown eyes that I loved so much. The mouth that never stopped smiling, or laughing, was smirking evilly. Coldly. I shivered. Hazel sometimes scared me more than A, which was really saying something. And then the moment passed, and then Hazel was her normal, bubbly, cheerful self. But I never forget those rare dark moments, when it seemed like a shadow passed over her soul. The moments when her eyes went dark, and that girl I knew was truly evil for the briefest of moments.

A saw it too. She frowned. But Hazel just kept grinning.

The next morning, Hazel joined me at breakfast. She had shadows under her eyes, and yawned at least three times on her way down the stairs.

"Hey, what's wrong?" I asked. She sighed.

"Nothing."

"Hazel, I can help. What's wrong?"

"I fought with A." I grimaced.

"I'm not getting in the way of that."

"What? Why?"

"Hazel, you know I would do anything for you. I would die for you. I would kill for you. But I am not getting in the middle of this." She pouted.

"Again, why?"

"Because you'll both want me to take a side, and then the person who's side I don't take will be mad at me. You two are sisters, and best friends. You'll figure it out." She smiled.

"Thanks Sam, I needed to hear that." She sat down next to me, and began to eat.

I know it's short, but I have no ideas! Review, guys! Luv ya! I know this chapter is crap, but that's what I feel like today. Sorry!