Hey everyone, I am really sorry if I had been keeping anonymous reviewers from reviewing. I honestly didn't know.and, today I have decided to keep continuing my stories but I am working on one right now.it's called Home Alone: in a pig's style. Intriguing isn't it? Well since I have been so umm lax? I guess I will give what little I have.I actually only have like the part after the beginning so I don't really know how it gets to this point, but Serena's parents are spies and are captured. Their capturers, whoever they are, want to know their secrets. Of course, they aren't telling. So they go after Serena, and Darien just happens to be with her, I'll explain how later, and gets dragged off to Serena's house to set some traps for the bad guys. Anyways, I'm really sorry and if someone would tell me how I can make it so I can accept anonymous reviews I would be very grateful. Of course, if you are anonymous you could probably email me at takhirinuko@yahoo.com or wildmage21@juno.com whichever is easier. I would also like to thank Chintamani for giving me a review. It really meant a lot to me.

Now, onto the excerpt:

Home Alone: in a pig's style

(btw-Serena is setting a trap so that the bad guys can't follow them to find Serena's house)

Serena came to an alley/hallway and came to a halt.

"This is a good place."

All of a sudden Darien heard the sound of things falling to the ground with a little tink sound. Apparently many small, round objects, commonly known as skittles, were falling in waves to the ground. There were so many there must have been millions.

Darien looked over to see Serena spreading the skittles out carefully trying to cover the spaces between the walls. (they are in like a little alley/hallway, therefore, trying to block the path).

"Shoot! I ran out of skittles!" said a Serena who was frantically searching her bag for more. She paused in her rummaging to say, "Unless."

Serena turned around and started rummaging again until she produced, yet another bag of skittles.

"Where did those come from?" questioned Darien.

Blushing madly Serena pointed to her chest. On closer inspection Darien could see that her chest was indeed a little, ahem coughcough depleted coughcough.

Embarrassed at noticing this, Darien picked up one of the newly added skittles. On closer examination, Darien realized that there was something strange about it. "What are these?"

"Well, my mom gave them to me to use in case I was ever in danger. She calls them 'mini-skittles' or, in other words, 'mini-explosives'."

Darien, shocked at her reply dropped the mini-skittle and caused more then a few "mini-explosions".

"Told ya so!" stated Serena as she dropped a few more carefully on the ground.

"Well, let's go!" -Serena

"Huh" -Darien

"Since I'm out of mini-skittles there's no point in staying behind, besides they'll be here soon."

"Oh" stated Darien feeling very wise yet still confused as to who they were, along with the author. (no one should have to go through confusion alone)

Serena was gone by the time Darien's brain could process that he was supposed to move, but before she got too far away he heard her say "Oops!" and saw her streaking back.

When she got back she grabbed her forgotten bag (of tricks?)and said, "C'mon Darien! We still have lots of traps to set!" and so in saying this she grabbed his hand once again and started dragging him off to her house.

Well that's all I have for now, please tell me what you think, because I really care about how everyone feels when they read my stories. Are they inspired, disgusted, full of so much laughter they could float? Send all comments wherever you want, because all comments are accepted.that is, if I can figure out how to let anonymous reviewers review.

That's all for now!

~Transcendant Pig