This is a reformed version of my previous story because to be honest, it really was horrible. I still like the concept of where I was going with it and had many chapters lined up to publish, but I believe that this one is a lot better and goes more into detail in regards to Natsu and Lucy's relationship and personal lives. In case you don't know what I am talking about... This is a story about an AU world where Lucy Heartfilia is an everyday High school student with everyday student problems and becomes interested in the new eccentric transfer student Natsu Dragneel in which they begin a new adventure together later on.

Chapter 1: The Transfer Student

Lucy felt trapped as she ran through the forest, the wind whipping her bright blonde hair over her face. She suddenly heard a war cry and a faint yelling could be heard, "The mages! They're getting closer! I don't think we're going to make it in time!" She flashed her chocolate brown eyes upwards and looked back to the hued image of a boy at her right, not far behind her, silently acknowledging his words. Too tired to respond, she then quickly glanced down at the precious object in her hand, it was too blurry for her to make out, but it was in some sort of a blanket and her vision was fading fast as she kept running. As though she had no control of her words, she found he self saying, "Good it's still safe". She felt a hand grab her from behind, cold and firm by her hair. She felt some of the hair follicles pulling out, barely stifling a scream that was caught in her throat, as it dragged her down, both of them tumbling down the hill leading into the opposite side of the forest that the boy was in earlier. She clutched the object tightly to her chest as she tumbles, protecting it at all costs. They ungracefully fell together in a heap of entangled limbs. She rolled away quickly and she wanted to run away but all she could do was panic. Although everything around her seemed like nothing but fog, she could see it perfectly; clear as day. She could see the greenish hue of its skin, smell the sourness of the rotting flesh, and stare into the cold, hard eyes of her ghoulish assailant. She couldn't escape, she couldn't move for she was petrified in fear. It suddenly let out a deafening shriek, louder than she could ever imagine. She then realized that she was screaming as well; the cause of her raspy throat. It jerked forward and jumped on top of her once more, and just as it was going to reach for the object that lay in her tight grip, she heard a masculine voice call her name, "LUCY!".

I woke up with a start, dripping in sweat as my sheets stuck to my skin. I slowly caught my breath and sluggishly made my way to the shower. I turned the water on hot, feeling that I needed to rid my body of the nonexistent, scaly touch that had clawed against my skin in the dream. As I let the water cascade down my back, I let out a sigh as flashes of my dream went through my head.

"What was that? It seemed so…real?" I groaned, realizing that I better finish up soon otherwise I'll be late for my daily dose of torture. It's not that she didn't like her school, it was great considering that she had so many friends there that they practically felt like family. It was something that she never got to experience before she moved to Mongolia.

Toweling myself off, I walked to my room to pick out my outfit for today. I didn't want to waste more time than I already have since I -accidentally- slept in. So, with that in mind, I grabbed the first shirt that I saw. It was a light blue Tee with print on it that read, '#Look to the stars' in gold cursive and stars scattered across it. It was one of my personal favorites because I felt that there was a personal connection to it that I couldn't quite pinpoint the reason as to why. I then slipped on a pair of white wash jeans and my classic white and gold converse. Also to add something of my own personal style, I chose a small ribbon that I tied to a large strand of hair and put it to the side. Depending on my mood or outfit of the day, I change the color. Today I was feeling like blue would be safe good color. Grabbing some bracelets on my way just because I felt like styling it up a bit, and brushing my wet hair through with my hands, I rushed down the stairs to be met with an empty kitchen. I walked over to the smooth wooden table that held so many happy memories to be met with a note that lied there reading, 'Went out for breakfast with the girls. See you tonight, and don't be late :) Love, Mama Gepetto 3.'

"Okay, thanks for the warning Ma', Sheesh". My Ma' has a bunch of friends from work and they seem to be so close that they have to meet up constantly. Apparently they all used to be either maids or chefs just like Ma. I think they worked at the same place and that's why they know each other so well. I had never really asked about it before but maybe one day I'll remember to. I poured myself cup of cereal and added some milk. and made myself a small cup of coffee for the road. Grabbing my backpack, taking my wonderfully hot beverage and on-the-go breakfast with me down the hall to where the front door was, I -sadly- didn't see the loose board and tripped, spilling my coffee in the process all over the floor in front of me. Coincidentally, also spilling said coffee all over my project on famous persons that was in fact, due later that day. I screamed in frustration at my constant bad luck and kicked the wall, hurting my foot in the process. I admit, not my best moment. That loose board has been there basically my whole life and yet I still tend to forget about it almost every time, never failing in making me feel like an idiot. Anyways, besides that I now have a sopping wet mess of a project along with having no caffeine to keep me sane spared whatsoever. Great, just perfect. I'm going to be grumpy, and caffeine deprived. I put my stuff down and went to grab a towel to clean up the mess.

I was going to make myself another cup of coffee when I saw the time on the oven's clock. I jolted up in alarm at the realization that it was almost ten minutes until the bell was going to ring. That may not seem like a lot to those who can drive, but due to the multiple times I have failed the driver's Ed test, I've always been that one kid to walk herself to school. That is, unless Ma' was available (which she typically wasn't). I ran to the front grabbing my backpack and cereal and ran as fast as I could while I ate; not an easy thing to do I might add. I threw all thoughts about the coffee away and put my project disaster onto the back burner for now. Magnolia High was about four blocks away from my house, so as soon as I scarfed down the rest of my improvised breakfast, I estimated that I had a couple of seconds to spare. So I stopped to walk a bit and stuffed the trash into my backpack, then sprinted the rest of the way. I made it to the campus about a minute before the bell was going to ring, putting it to good use by going to my locker and grabbing all of my needed materials for the first block of the day. I was sweaty, tired, had no caffeine and my project was ruined. This is going to be a great day.

Unfortunately for Lucy, it turned out that her first period of the day was, yes, History. The very project that had been demolished today that she was supposed to be presenting today. The teacher went through the list of names and topics of projects and as soon as my friend Gray Fullbuster had finished his presentation on Robert Frost, Mr. Jellal called out the next name, "Lucy Heartfilia: Alicia Keys". I cringed as I heard my name called out in front of the class. When I slowly came up to the front of the class the teacher looked obviously annoyed that I didn't have my poster board with me, probably already anticipating what was about to occur. I quietly went in front of Mr. Jellal.

"Mr. Jellal I had my research project done you see, but when I was coming to school I kinda spilled some coffee on it and was late for school so I forgot about it and ran to school. I'm really sorry, but the poster board was left at home but I did memorize most of the presentation if that would be okay with you?" I nervously waited for his response.

"You were specifically told not only orally but in the rubric what was to happen in the event that you come without the full project present and turn in. You are aware of this, no? He asked.

"Yes sir, but like I said-"

"You can get half credit today and a few more points if you bring the board on Wednesday. Presently, you may proceed with whatever you can recall and then apologize to the class for not having enough information visually for them to take proper notes." He said sternly.

"Yes sir" I said sorrowfully as I slowly made my way to the middle of the front. As I stood in front of the class, nothing in hand and all of the student's eyes looking straight at me, I inhaled a deep breath, and then exhaled in an effort to try and swallow my nerves. I started off with the apology, keeping to my word to Mr. Jellal, and then began to recite the knowledge that I remembered on Alicia Key's past, family, work, and achievements. Hey, I may be clumsy but I'm not a liar. Of course I couldn't remember everything, but I think that I did pretty well considering. I didn't have anything else to go on except for my wonderful brain. That beautiful thing; just keep on thinking and getting me out of trouble, I thought while giving myself a mental high five. I finished it off with a performance to gain some extra credit, which I had been planning on doing after I realized that I hadn't brought my board, so I sang one of Alicia Keys' more famous songs, "Girl on Fire". I began slowly, unsure of whether this was going to turn out like I hoped it would.

She's just a girl, and she's on fire
Hotter than a fantasy, longer like a highway
She's living in a world, and it's on fire
Feeling the catastrophe, but she knows she can fly away
Oh, she got both feet on the ground
And she's burning it down
Oh, she got her head in the clouds
And she's not backing down

I started to get a little but louder for the chorus just to test it out.

This girl is on fire
this girl is on fire
she's walking on fire
this girl is on fire

I brought down the intensity a bit but kept with the strong voice and the steady rhythm.

Looks like a girl, but she's a flame
So bright, she can burn your eyes
Better look the other way
You can try but you'll never forget her name
She's on top of the world
Hottest of the hottest girls say
Oh, we got our feet on the ground
And we're burning it down
Oh, got our head in the clouds
And we're not coming down

I bring it up again.

This girl is on fire
this girl is on fire
she's walking on fire

This girl is on fire

Everybody stands, as she goes by
Cause they can see the flame that's in her eyes
Watch her when she's lighting up the night
Nobody knows that she's a lonely girl
And it's a lonely world
But she gon' let it burn, baby, burn, baby

I let the last part of the song fly free before ending it slowly and softly.

This girl is on fire
this girl is on fire
she's walking on fire
this girl is on fire
Oh, oh, oh,
she's just a girl, and she's on fire

I finished off the presentation with a small bow and quickly returned to my seat while the class continued their applauding in appreciation of my, hopefully, impressive display or courage and talent. I sat down and a few more presentations passed by in which I took notes on, as instructed to do so. I didn't really want to and half the class wasn't even listening let alone actually doing the notes, and frankly, I would have joined them but after all, I didn't want to stay on Mr. Jelall's bad side for longer than I had to.

Time flew by afterwards, and then the annoyingly loud sound of the persistent bell rang through the classroom, signifying the end of the block, and officially time for our short, fifteen minute brunch.

I didn't really feel like socializing too much after the semi-humiliation that I had to go through with Mr. Jellal in front of the class, plus the racing nerves I still have from singing in public like that. So, naturally, I headed to the library. There I found my best friend in the whole world, the bookworm, in her natural habitat, sitting there with her newest prey. She looked up from the book for a second over her glasses after hearing footsteps coming towards her table.

She smiled and put down the book asking me, "Hey girl, how's life?"

"Horrible" I over exaggeratedly grumbled.

"Today just started and yet…It already sucks" I said with a twisted grimace.

Levy shook her head as she replied, "Been, there girl, been there." I knew she would understand what I was going through. She's had plenty of her shares of bad luck as well. Even worse than me honesty. She had just been mugged a few months ago. Got beaten up and nearly left for dead in an alleyway along with her friends Jet and Droy.

To be honest, even the very first time I saw them I felt a little uneasy. Maybe it was because of the fact that they were both especially crushing on Levy and it was just my 'big sister' instincts telling them to back off. I don't know but all I really know… Is that Jet moved away. He said that he couldn't be somewhere where he didn't feel safe and the memories were too much for him. Droy, since he was his best friend, decided to leave with him as well. They just up and left, just like that, leaving Levy to fend for herself in a world full of monsters, as if they never even knew her in the first place. I still resent them for what they did and I don't think that I will ever won't. They abandoned her when she was still fresh out of the hospital with no one to support her besides me and her foster family, and that cut her deeply. But I know even family sometimes can't be enough and she should have a friend to turn to once in a while. Sharing something like that with someone she is too close to is hard. She won't even tell me anything to this day. Sometimes its just easier to talk to someone that you were less attached to so that you don't have to worry about them treating you differently, or making them see you differently than they did from before... Especially with something like this.

I know I really shouldn't be complaining so much about something as trivial as this, but at least it gives her something to be preoccupied with. Some days I can see her staring out into space in class, or even in the middle of a conversation. To say that I'm worried would be an understatement. I am terrified for her. The least I could do is make her feel normal again, and not like a victim. She made that very clear to me the week after it happened. Plus, I can't help but be a drama queen once and a while.

As I told Levy more about everything, I found myself relaxing a bit more, knowing that only she could give me this kind of reassurance and comfort. I dragged on as Levy listened to my complaining, nodding along and sometimes adding the input of a "yeah", or the more occurring, "oof".

"Sheesh, sorry that happened to you. If I were in your shoes, I would have definitely frozen up. I totally can't stand the spotlight" She cringed.

"Well, I'm glad that you didn't. Plus, you wouldn't be able to fit in them anyways, shorty" I smirk at her

"Okay, I swear that if you call me that one more time, I will maka-chop you."

"You'll what?"

She sighs, "Nothing, just a reference that most people won't get".

"Okay then?"

The bell rings soon after again and Levy and I get up and gather ourselves to go to our next class. Thankfully, this one we have together.

"Time to go to Chemistry!"

I groan.

"Come ooooon, you secretly like it and you know it." She pokes at me.

"Mehhhhhhh" I give as half of an answer, but I smile slightly and turn to the side so she doesn't see it.

We arrived at the door to the class and sat down at our usual seats near the front of the room, as per Levy's request. Mr. Macao comes in swaggering, ready to start the lesson just as the bell rings.

"Listen up all you rascals" The murmurs quiet down for a bit. We all know that he is a good teacher and usually isn't very strict, and we respect him a lot even though he still treats us like friends. So, we give him our full attention as he speaks to us.

"Today, we're going to be introducing a new classmate; he is a transfer student from, well, somewhere? I don't really know but he should be here any minute. Just as he said there a tall boy came bursting into the classroom with messy (pink?) hair and a large backpack. He was dressed strangely to say the least; he had on long black, gold rimmed shorts, and a matching vest on top, and to finish it off with a plaid black and white scarf around his neck. What is he? Some kind of fashionista wannabe? He had sleepy eyes and a disheveled look, like he had just woken up. Seriously, it's his first day and he slept in? Well I shouldn't be one to talk, whoops. I laughed silently in my head at that. He was breathing heavily with a piece of half eaten toast in his mouth, appearing to have done the exact thing that I had done this morning.

"SORRY I'M LATE" was all he shouted loudly. He walked up to the front of the room next to Mr. Macao and stuffed the rest of the toast into his mouth. I admit, it was kind of impressive, but still disgusting, Ew. He quietly talked with Macao for a couple seconds, something he said making them both laugh. They looked like old buddies, maybe they knew each other already and that's why he's letting him off even though he was late. (Or maybe it was just because he's an awesome teacher and has done that multiple people in this class, sadly, including me.)

"Okay, Introduce yourself" Macao said as he gestured to the whole class and sat down at his desk.

"Hi everybody I'm Natsu Dragneel!" He shouted across the classroom with a large grin on his face.

"Sorry I'm late" He says as he smiles again and then walks up to the only other empty seat in the classroom, which was in the same row as me but more towards the end. That's it? Oh well

"Thank you Natsu. So today well start off with your favorite!"

"A Lab?!" Cana yelled from the seat next to me.

"Sheesh Cana, yell right in my ear whydoncha?" I whispered to her.

"Sure thing!" She half yelled in my ear as I cringed. Oof, I should have known that would happen. I should already be accustomed to her sarcasm and willingness to do practically anything for a joke… Or a good drink.

"No, even better!" Macao shouts across the classroom with a devilish grin on his face.

"NOTES! Yaaaaaaaay!" He says as the whole class collectively groans.

"Yeah yeah, whatever get your notebooks out and get to writing" He moved the chalkboard on top to reveal the one underneath, which had writing large enough that we could see it, but barely, and we were the ones in the front. I feel bad for the people in the back. I silently groan again in my head out of annoyance because the whole thing was covered in equations and explanations along with the history of the "Scientific Revolution". I just hope that this will be over soon and we can get to the worksheets, which is what we usually do when we are done with our notes. It might be weird that that's what I like to do out of everything, but when I'm able to go through all of the steps to figure out one answer, it is a lot of work but it makes me feel really accomplished and happy. It's just a bonus if I get it right. It's kind of strange actually how I'm able to get this so easily and yet I can't with math, even though we are using math in this class on the very worksheets that I was just talking about. Levy was right about me secretly liking chemistry. Then again, she's always right.

After so many mind numbing notes, we didn't have time to do the worksheets in class so we were assigned them or homework. Yay. I walked to my locker to get the materials for other homework that I was assigned. Well, that is homework that I will be assigned in my next class that I just finished early along with my Chem. I take my Chemistry textbook and shove it carelessly into my locker and grabbed my stuff for math class. I hated odd days sometimes because they had my two most hated classes in it, but at least I get a break in between them with Chem. (Hey that rhymed!) I shut my locker to be met with a face dangerously close to mine.

"EEEK", I screeched.

"Hello!" Natsu, I think his name was, smiled.

"Um, hi?"

"Sorry but my locker is right above yours so I was just waiting."

"Oh, sorry I should have hurried up a bit." I felt a little bad for taking so long gathering myself and getting lost in thought. I do that more often than I can admit. What can I say; it's a habit for any writer, secretly or not. I have no idea how long I'd been standing there so now I feel bad knowing that someone was waiting for me.

"Its fine, Just need to make sure It woks anyways, maybe put some of my stuff inside to lighten the load y'know?"

"Oh, yeah I know all about that." I laugh. "They give us monster textbooks."

"Tell me about it, it's just my first day and I'm already getting back cramps." He joked.

"Well sorry again, I'll see you around." I said as I started to head towards the 'lunch area'

"Bye." He smiled again as he waved. I waved back and carried on. The place where my friends and I usually hang out before class was right behind the school, but still on campus. It was covered in grass and had a large tree that we use for shade. We like to think of it as our own little sanctuary. As I round the corner, I see Gray already eating his lunch leaning on the tree as he salutes me in greeting. I salute back with two fingers and Erza is on the ground, leaning against the wall, also already digging in.

"Hello Lucy, I am glad to see that you are well."

"Hey Erza, how was your weekend?" I asked to make pleasant conversation as I take my lunch out of my bag.

"It was quite adventurous actually."

"Is that so?"

"Yes, I happened to be walking through the park and I saw a blue cat running around with a peculiar looking boy chasing after it."

"Wow, that is kind of strange."

"Indeed, now may I ask what has you so upset today?"

"Who said that I was upset?" I grimaced

"You just did." She countered

"Fiiiine, you caught me. You know that you're way too good at that right? It can be a little creepy sometimes Erza." I sighed.

"Oh I have to hear this." Gray walked over and sat, waiting to listen to the story.

I told them both what I had told Levy earlier in the library. When I was done, Gray was practically in tears.

"So you're saying"- He laughs…-"That you really…"-it gets louder-"Tripped?! And spilled coffee everywhere?! And that's why you didn't have your project with you?!" He rolls onto the ground laughing while holding onto his stomach. I scowled thinking that it wasn't really a laughing matter. Apparently Erza thought so too as she smacked him on the head, silencing him.

"That's what you took from this whole story?! Not the fact that I was embarrassed in front of the whole class because of Mr. Jellal reprimanding me in front of everyone and threatening to take away points from my project?! I honestly though feel bad for everyone who was forced to hear my singing. I was like a harpy." I cringe at myself. He giggles a little, still imagining me tripping in his head. That little bastard.

"Hey, you weren't that bad." Gray says as he sobers up. "I personally thought that you did great."

"Me? Great?! Ha! Look at you! Your presentation was perfect. I mean Robert Frost, which was such an amazing choice by the way, was amazing! It was one of the best." I smiled in reminiscence of good times where Gipetto would read me some of his works while I was a kid.

"Not really, to me I thought he was kinda boring." He shrugged.

"I suddenly feel the need to punch him here and now." I stalked closer to him. His eyes slightly widened in fear as he put his hands up in surrender. "Take. It. Back. Now." I emphasize my every word with a hard poke to his chest. I practically had him tied to the tree by now as he was so pressed up against it.

"Yes, Ma'am" He squeaks. I hear laughter coming around the corner and I notice that
Cana and Lisanna had arrived.

"Lucy's literally the only one besides Erza that you can actually cower in fear of." Cana starts laughing. 'Oh boy' is what I think in my mind as I know how this is going to turn out.

"Oh yeah?! Wanna go drunkie?!"

"Always ice princess" Cana retorts as she leaps for him and they tangle on the ground rolling away from us slightly a few yards away. Ice princess became Gray's nickname for his abnormal attraction to the cold and needing everything to be iced when he drinks. Lisanna decides to joined Erza and I, with me seated once more, in eating our lunches together. We make light conversation as Levy finally arrives.

"Hey everyone" Levy waves. "They back at it again?" She asks.

"Yeah, it's practically a religious practice for them to fight now." I say as they laugh. I swear, if he ever found someone that he fought with more than Cana, I have no Idea what I would do with myself. Even though they fight like cats and dogs, they still have their moments, where they'll get along and we can just be a group of weirdos with a tight bond and that can have fun together. The bell rings once more, beckoning us to go to our last block for the day. Cana and Gray stand up and with Cana's shirt slightly torn at the edge along with her grass stained knees, and Gray sporting some scratch marks and also the green colors ranging from his knees all the way up to his hair with still a few pieces in it. And as if nothing had ever happened, we all walk together laughing and saying our goodbyes.

I walk to math alone and think to myself that here is where, one day, I will die. Right here in this very class. It will either be of pure hatred for the subject or I am literally going to lose it and go berserk so uncontrollably that someone will need to put me down. It's not Mr. G's fault, he's actually a pretty chill guy, but math is literally the worst. His name is actually Gildarts, but he tells us to call him Mr. G. I guess he just thinks it sounds cooler than it really is. He's also Cana's father, so you can imagine how awkward it must for her. I'm just kind of glad that I don't have math with her to experience all that. A booming voice breaks me out of my train of thought. It turns out that Natsu is in another class with me and Gildarts does the same introduction with him as Mr. Macao did. He says hi, he of course doesn't say anything else, and he walks up to my row. Probably because it's near the back I suppose and then I notice that the only seat that's empty is the one to my right. I chose this specific spot so that I can gaze out of the window to my left in the back without Mr. G. really looking at me for too long, but I guess that he is going to make that harder for me now. I silently sigh. He walks up and puts his backpack down carefully besides him and turns to me.

"Hey! I know you! You were at your locker earlier!"

"Yes that is typically what people do at school when they want to get something for class. Great deduction Watson." I sarcastically remark while letting out one of my not so rare smirks.

"So that makes you Sherlock then?" He asks.

"Of course it does, I'm the best after all."

"Is that so?"

"It is indeed."

"Okay then." He laughs. He starts to listen to what Mr. G. is saying but for me, it is no use, I'm too curious about him in addition to how much I hate math. Have I mentioned that before?

"Oh yeah, I forgot to ask you what your name was."

"Sherlock Holmes, pleasure to meet your acquaintance." I put my hand out. He shakes my hand and his head as well. Obviously knowing that I was lying.

"Okay, what's your real name?"

"Sherlock." I saw with a serious look plastered onto my face. "What, are you making fun of my name?" He looks surprised. Actually believing me. What a fool.

"Sorry I didn't mean to offend you or anything but I do have one thing to ask." I listened curiously to what he was about to say. "How did your parents hate you enough to name you Sherlock?" Now that did it, my facade dropped and I let out a loud guffaw, causing everyone in the class turn their heads to where we were sitting as I put a hand over my mouth, immediately looking down at my desk.

"Is there something that you would like to share with the class, Lucy?"

"No Mr. G." I responded

"Okay then, so the thing about logarithms is that…" His voice trailed off as I blocked him out once again.

"So, Lucy huh? Nice to meet you." He says quietly at he gets his stuff out and begins to take notes.

The bell rang faster than I thought it would and I was suddenly jerked out of my trance. I gathered my things and looked to the right, seeing that Natsu had already left. I saw his notes left on the desk and I grabbed them so that I could return them to him at his locker if I could catch up quick enough. As I turned them over, I saw that they weren't notes at all, but drawings. They were pretty impressive to say the least. Sketches of dragons and flames danced across the entirety of the pages. I feel like this piece is amazing but I still want to make sure that he gets it back. I rush to my locker to find him about to leave.

"Wait! Natsu!" He turned his head and I jogged over to him through the crowded hallways showing him the page in my hand. He looked surprised for a second and then he just smiled.

"Hey Luigi what's up?"

"It's Lucy, and you left this on your desk." I said as I handed it to him. I felt like I had to say something about it.

"Your drawings are really amazing. I saw it for a second and I think that you have a pretty amazing talent."

"Oh, thanks! You can keep it if you want; I have plenty of these at home."

"Thanks a lot, I love it." I smiled in return and he waved goodbye. I grabbed my stuff and began my trek back home. I found myself thinking about the day and found myself thinking a lot about Natsu. I'm really happy that I got such an amazing piece of art for free. I'm definitely going to hang this up in my room. I didn't realize that I had zoned while I was walking and had missed my condo, accidentally walking all the way to the park about a mile away. Ugh, Gipetto is going to kill me.

Well, that's the first chapter of the newly reformed story, " Forgotten Memories". I hope that you all enjoyed it and I am so sorry that I kind of ghosted all who had read the original story before. I thank you for those who stuck with this and are reading it all again. Hopefully you guys think that its better and believe that I really tried to make it better. Again, I am so sorry that I abandoned this story and forgot about how much it meant to me. I will be trying to post whenever I can. It may be once every week or maybe every two weeks. I don't know for sure because of how busy my schedule has been lately. My schoolwork is pretty wild (Lol). But thank you and this will be continued nonetheless. Also, if you have any additions or anything that you want me to think about for the story I will definitely take them into consideration and leave those either in the comments or PM me. Thank you again and until the next time. Byyyye :)