A/N So I was eating and then...oh wait you don't care...

Disclaimer: Me no own.

I stalked out of the Rec Hall, and Autumn caught me by the arm. "Back for more creative writing?"

She smiled, and laughed her famous laugh.

I smiled, and shook my head no, knowing that tears would soon come. "I'm going to the Lighthouse...but see you later?"

"Yeah, no problem," But she did notice, her brow wrinkled a little as I turned and ran up the stupid hill.

I slammed into a stall, and sat on the dirty seat, not caring. The hook was my object of attention, receiving a tempered glare. I urged the tears to fall, to rid myself of the feeling, but none rolled down my cheeks.

I'm sure the bugle had gone, and they were all wondering where I was. I bet both Fang and Sam knew. I didn't care.

Just when I thought the hook was going to fall off, I heard someone calling my name. By that time, at least a half hour had come and gone, and my vision was getting blurry, my face numbing. My body tingled, and I swayed. The voice went away, and I opened the door, almost asleep. I kicked open the door and practically fell down the steps.

The two guys in my life had me super pissed- who was I to trust?

I walked through the camp, and Kit found me. He shook my shoulders. "Wukupmack!" (Wake up, Max!) He said into my face. I felt...weird...

He turned and screamed over his shoulder. I swayed again, and collapsed. Kit caught me, and lowered me to the ground. A small crowd formed, and Kit waved his hand over my eyes, trying to keep me awake. Iggy pushed through them all, and felt my head, my pulse.

"Max! Come on, Max!" Iggy shook his head, upset.

Suddenly my vision cleared, my head unclogged, and I felt fine. I started to stand up, but Kit pushed me down. "Nonono, Mack."

"I'm fine!" I snapped, attempting to get up again.

"Max." Iggy snarled. I fell back down...it was the first time I'd ever heard Iggy mad. "Stay down. The nurse is here."

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It turned out that I had gotten a concusion when I fell off the horse. Not treated=not good.

No horseback riding, or swimming. Luckily I was taking basketry as one of activities for the two weeks, so I got to do something.

I weaved my basket (go figure- ME weaving) in peace, all of the other, younger girls staying away from me.

At least I had decided to take Farm again- I got to be with Iggy. Gazzy was in my horseback riding class that I sat on the sidelines for, and Nudge kept me company- deciding that she still had some weeks to ride horses, but not to hang out with me.

She was really sweet, but a blabber mouth. I mostly zoned out and watched Fang ride Mutiny around the ring.

His masculine figure was...attractive. Sam was pretty good too- just less abs.

Fang caught my eyes a few times, with sad looks. He almost never showed anything...this was serious...

Sam would also look in my direction, but more angry. I worked on my basket that I had taken from the shed, and thought.

Who to chose?

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Jeez sorry I've been giving you shorties lately. Sorry I didn't update sooner- I was busy: camping, school, home, etc. So sorry!

Next- I have an idea for a story and I want opinions. It's based on the song Damage by Fit For Rivals. Look it up and watch the video if that helps

Summary (sorta): Max is in the rubber room with a straight-jacket. Why? Well that's for her to tell. Her parents...boys...what led her to rock bottom?

It would pretty dark and I have no idea if I can pull it off but I want to try.

Tell me if I can! And if you want me to!

REVIEWS:

120: 2 Weeks
130: 1 Week
140: 5 Days
145+: 3 Days

-Alessa