Dia daoibh!! Táim ar ais arís!! Bhí an Gaeltacht an-mhaith, ach bhí an aimsire go huafasach. Bedir go scríobhfaidh mé an caibidil seo os Gaeilge… ná bígí buartha, tá sé os Bearla!! Seo é…

Ok, so I'm back from the Gaeltacht. But I'm very disappointed in (most of) you. I left that last chapter up for over 3 weeks and guess how many reviews I got?? 5!! I don't expect long complicated reviews. I don't care if your review says nothing more than "Hi I read your chapter" (though I'd prefer if they did). I spend so much time writing this story, and then 5 out of 70 of you review. That's only 7 percent. Which is a tiny percentage. But to the five of you who bothered, thank you, I really appreciate it.

On a completely different note though…

The Gaeltacht. I'm guessing none of you have ever heard of it (correct me if I'm wrong), so I'm going to try and explain it as quickly as I can. Basically, if you live in Ireland, the chances are that you can barely string two sentences together in Irish. Irish is a mandatory subject to all students in school (unless they have an exemption) but like most difficult subjects, it is hated by the majority. However, there are several tiny under-populated areas of the country called Gaeltachts. In these areas Irish is the primary language used. In an effort to try and teach teens Irish 2 or 3 week courses are offered in these Gaeltachts. In reality though most people go for the sports, to get away from parents, 'cause their friends are going, for the other boys/girls, to make new friends, etc. In the place I went to, they barley made us speak Irish at all. It was fun though… If you don't mind constant wind and rain… and the fact that there was 133 girls and only 37 guys… and 3 weeks of living on hardly any sleep (we were supposed to be in bed by 11 but were usually only there by 1 or 2 and then we had to be up by half 8 the next morning) and 3 hours of classes, 6 days a week, during your holidays... It actually was really fun though. And the cross-dress céili was hilarious (not so much the girls dressing like guys as the guys dressing as girls). This is a bit long for a quick explanation, isn't it? I'll shut-up now.

I'll just reply to my reviews now…

Give up your Prejudices: Thanks but… I live in Ireland.

The Flock's Bud: Why do you want to know how old I am? I'll narrow it down. People generally go to the Gaeltacht between the ages of 13 and 17 inclusive.

FreeFaller0426: The Gaeltacht isn't supposed to sound bad. It's supposed to be fun. Actually, I think I forgot to mention- the weather was so bad we barley went to the beach at all, and therefore, I wasn't forced to go surfing!! Ok, sorry I'll shut up on my random side notes now.

Captain Boe- at your service: Glad you're happy!!

sunshinerosesandDEATH: I'm not explaining Gaeltacht again!! See above.

Ok so here's the chapter…


3rd Person Angel POV

It had taken Angel approximately five seconds to discover that there were clones afoot.

It had taken her less than a minute to find out that there was no real flock, just clones.

They were all trying so hard to be 'the real thing' that it almost made her feel sorry for them. Almost.

She knew that sooner or later Max would come looking for her, but until then she was going to try and find some of the others. She couldn't just sit waiting for help forever could she? And while she was at it, she was going to have some fun, doing all the things that she'd always wanted to do but never been allowed to. Max would probably kill her if she ever if she found out. But Max didn't have to know did she?

Angel went over to where the clones were sitting around the fire.

She had noticed that the clone-Fang was posting on the real Fang's blog, so she made him post this:

Hey,

I'm gonna give up pretending now. I am a clone. (The real) Angel wants me to say that she wants her flock back. We are currently staying within 50 miles of the school, but I can't tell you exactly where in case you attack us. If anyone knows anything about where the real flock is please tell us in your comment. It is very important.

I love you all,

Fang

She smiled at the entry after it had been posted.

She was too good.

All she had to do now was sit, wait for comments and watch the 'flock' doing a million things they would never do. I mean, who ever said that waiting for something exceptionally important had to be dull, tedious and boring?


Opps. I think my AN is longer than the chapter… sorry!! Longer chapter (or shorter AN) next time!!

And one other thing...

Even though I'm back now, I'm never going to post a new chapter until I have at least 5 reviews for the chapter before it.

So PLEASE review!!

Slán go foill,

A.J.