I know, I know, 2 chapters yesterday? Who is this girl? Future best-selling author? At your service! I was wondering what y'all would think if I did a KOTLC react. SkyDancer8, PLEASE, oh pretty please with mallowmelt on top update yours! Anyway, I have a hard time getting writers block. I'm like, 150 or less words from 10,500 on my actual book I'm writing, also called Unbroken, and it is all about Meeka! I am set on having it edited, revised, and published. I WILL BE AN AUTHOR! Literally, I spend way too much time writing.. Anyway, enjoy the following! And comment on what you think of a react.

Sophie wailed out loud with relief, before she caught what Meeka said. "Shape-Shifter?" She asked. "I mean, no one ever told me that that was an ability." Meeka bit her lip, and led them to a room where no one could eavesdrop. "Because it isn't an ability. I taught myself how to Shape-Shift. For instance." She morphed (I'm not going into detail.) and soon she looked like a giant black cat with electric blue horns and eyes the same shade of blue. She had two fluffy tails and two fangs curled over her lower lip (they are her upper fangs. lower ones aren't long enough). Her claws were massive, and were very sharp. Sophie watched as Meeka dragged her claws across the tile, leaving deep trenches. Meeka unfolded her wings, which were five-feet long. Sophie gasped as she morphed back into an elf. (again, I won't go into detail.) "I have The Nine Lives. Meaning I have to die nine times before I actually die. I can also partially transform." Meeka slid her claws out of each finger. Sophie gasped. "I would love to have an ability like that." Keefe said, admiringly. "It is not an ability, Keefe. It is a burden." Meeka snarled. "Okay. I would love to have a burden like that." Keefe corrected himself, his words sarcastic and mocking. "The only thing I like about it is Shifting into my Other, and The Nine. I can even trade one of my lives to make someone else live. Meaning I can die in their place." (I know, she's too overpowered, but whatevs people. I like her like that. And in the book I'm writing, it comes in handy...can't tell ya what, or who *hint hint*, she uses her ability on though... *wink*)

Keefe sighed. Sophie slapped him in the face. "Woah, Foster. Whatcha jealous for?" Sophie's face turned pink. "Oh." Keefe also turned pink and looked anywhere but Sophie. Biana was red with anger. She dragged Sophie out of the room. Meeka couldn't help herself. Her eyes misted over as she concentrated her hearing on the girls' conversation. "...I like Keefe! There is no room for you to like him too!" That was Biana. "But Biana, you can't have every guy! Leave some for the rest of us!" "And I don't have every guy. Go fall in love with Dex! He's already trippin' over himself to try and beat Keefe and Fitz to you." "Fitz likes me?" "NO. He doesn't like anyone." Meeka snapped back to attention. Sophie wondered how a fourteen-year-old girl like Meeka could look like she was a five-year-old in a daydream. A seventeen year old boy with blue hair came in and wrapped Meeka in a big hug. "There you are, Nick!" Meeka said, her eyes shining. "This is Nickolus (yes, I spell it like that) or Nick." Sophie couldn't help but notice Fitz's eyes flash. Mr. Forkle coughed. "Still her. And Keefe, I have reasons to think your mom's new mission isn't Sophie. It's you." Keefe looked sick. He sank to his knees. Sophie kneeled down beside him and gave him a hug. She rested her cheek on the top of Keefe's head. He smelled of honeysuckle flowers and freshly baked pumpkin pie. Sophie liked it. What is the shampoo he uses? She snapped out of her musings about what shampoo Keefe must use and concentrated on what Mr. F (I'm tired of typing "Forkle" so "F" basically will mean the same thing. I know, I know, you lazy author, ForeverFreeFall, yes, yes, shame me) was saying. "...and we'll need to use you as bait." He finished, pointing at Keefe. Sophie leaped up. "No. Keefe will not -actually he will never-be used as bait. And how dare you bring Gisela into this whole thing!" Sophie was dangerously close to Inflicting on Mr. F. Keefe grabbed her hand. "I'm not worth it." He mumbled. Sophie kneeled beside him again. "Keefe," She said, lifting his chin so that he was looking into her eyes. "You will always be worth it to me." Keefe's fingers traced the star-shaped scar on her hand. Keefe then leaned in towards Sophie. His lips brushed Sophie's ear. "I would die for you, Sophie." It was a whisper for Sophie's ears only. His words left Sophie feeling light as air, even there was something wrong. "But I wouldn't want you to die, Keefe." She answered. Keefe leaned back and smirked. "You're in luck. I probably won't be dead until the next Foster-Keefe adventure."

So, whatcha think? I know, Kophie haters won't like it, but I'll try to fit in other ships too. Until next time, FFF.