Yin: Okay people, I know it's Monday, and I'm writing, but that is ONLY because I got nothing uploaded on the weekend and all my homework is done.
And Anonymous...*hugs u* It is nice to meet a fellow homeschooler! That's right shocked readers, I am homeschooled. Don't freak out or anything like so many of you tend to do. It's frankly annoying.
Four hours? Lucky! We get one hour to do whatever we want, or we can 'divide' that up into 30 minutes of 'game' time with 30 minutes of something 'educational'. That doesn't count writing though ^^ Mom and Dad believe our writing is helping us to 'hone' our skills. We were permitted 1-3 hours a day writing, depending on how our schooling day went. Now we're just on the weekend. Bummer right? Plus to top it off, the younger sibs *cough* Bro *cough* Lil' Sis *cough* think that Mom and Dad are being 'unfair' that Yang and I get 'extra' time. They're really crunching away any extra writing time that we can wrangle from the 'rents. I've been having to bribe them with sugar and sweets :( So yeah. Not fun. And now I'm suffering with writer's block...and serious boredom. Like take this story for instance. I know how I want it to roll, I have the entire plot down, and how it's going to tragically end (oh? was that a spoiler?), but I just can't seem to get the words down! They just don't sound right, and it is seriously cramping my style. And then I, unfortunately, have inherited my father's knack of thinking of something, and wanting to drop whatever I'm working on to start on the new project. Any stories I have finished are absolute miracles. So now I'm really pushing myself to finish this, and NC's Legacy, and Earthshaker...and etc. etc., whatever else I have conveniently put down temporarily. So yeah, big dilemma. The problem: I have just thought of a wonderful Kurmanda story in the Crusades time! (Someone better not steal that plot! I will sic Yang on you!) I've actually started writing it on paper (courtesy of our Grandfather: buy each of the kids twenty notepads). I think it'll be a real nail biter. But first I have to finish at least one or two stories...and that's going to take forever, or rather a few months. I hate waiting.
Anyways, I am rambling, just trying to avoid my writer's block on this story. Please pray that it leaves, and that my interests turn where they should be, here and on NC's Legacy.

Alex teleported to the address Amanda had given him. His mother should have been here by now, but he wasn't sensing her. That was something about him: he usually knew when his mother was around. Her energy was different, almost like an evil presence.
Alex sighed worriedly. Perhaps Mother Magik had already gotten ahold of the sword. That would not be good.
Looking back, he signaled those who were waiting for him. He clicked his inducer, and his form changed to a familiar looking brunette. He coughed slightly, shaking as he heard it sound feminine.
Alex took a deep breath in, and stepped in the house.

"Hey Mom!" Amanda smiled as she waltzed into her home. She plopped down at the bar in front of her mom, picking up one of the freshly baked cookies.
"Well hello. You're early," Margali smirked. She took a quick whiff of the air, her eyebrows crunching. "Do you smell sulphur?"
Amanda innocently shook her head no, dipping her cookie in her milk.
"You're not hanging out with that boy again, are you?"
Amanda gulped. "No ma'am."
Margali sighed, clearly aware her daughter was lying straight through her teeth. "So how was your day? Your plans get cancelled? You said that this was going to be an all day affair."
"Well, I was getting bored. I thought it might be better to hang out with the best Mom in the world!" Amanda grinned.
Her mother rolled her eyes playfully. "Yeah, sure. Hang out with boring, old mom, or with your mutant boyfriend."
"Mom! You really think I would do that?"
Margali shrugged. "I don't know what you would do."
"Hmph," She huffed. Sighing loudly, Amanda twirled in her chair. "Mom..."
"Yes?"
"You remember when you said I could get the Soul Sword when I was eighteen?"
"Oh," Margali chuckled. "So there was a reason for returning early."
Amanda smirked, but continued. "Is there any possible way I could borrow it? Please?" Amanda gazed into her mother's eyes. "Pretty please?"
"Why?"
"There's a costume party. I wanna really really want to pull this off!"
"Well what outfit do you plan on wearing with it?"
Amanda froze, thinking carefully. "What about...that outfit of yours...you know the one I'm talking about. It totally, like, matches the sword."
Margali bit her bottom lip. "That's an old outfit...and somewhat revealing Amanda. I don't know."
"I can wear something else, I swear. I just need the Weap-...the sword."
Tapping the counter, Margali sighed. "Fine. Let me go get my keys to the safe."

Amanda appeared somewhat jittery as Margali took her time opening the safe. But once it was open, she seemed somewhat relieved as her mother pulled the heavy sword out.
"There you go," Margali nodded.
"Thankyouthankyouthankyou!" Amanda didn't even pause between her words. She skillfully strapped the item to her side, and prepared to leave.
'What about your outfit?"
"One of my friends have one that I can borrow!" Amanda called out as she rushed out the door. "It'll match nicely!"
Margali just shook her laughing. "Your welcome."

Amanda ran over to a black van with tinted windows. "I got it!"
The doors opened and she climbed in. Pushing a button on her watch, she shimmered for a mere second before meta morphing into a young, blue male. "I got it!" He rejoiced. "To ze Mansion ve go!"
A short, rather hairy man nodded, and began driving the vehicle away from the house.
Neither saw Amanda walk up to her own house, walking right in.

"Hey Mom!" Amanda smiled as she waltzed into her home.
"Amanda? But you just left!"
"Huh?" Amanda looked confused for just a second. "Oh, yeah," She smiled weakly. "But I came back."
"Okay. What do you want? And where is the sword?"
"The sword?"
"Yes," Margali nodded as if it should be evident. "You just took the sword for your party."
"Oh, yes, that sword. I, uh, left it right out door."
"Amanda, are you feeling okay? You are not usually this careless," Margali placed her wrist on her daughter's forhead.
Grinning, Amanda spun around, holding her mother tight. "I'm just fine," And with that, they disappeared.

Yin: Okay, okay. I know. Short chapter. But Mom is sick, and I need to cook supper ^^ Yum, tacos, and chips, and delicious, scrumptious salsa!