Author's Note: Sorry this took so long. Finals are EVIL. So is losing everything on your computer. Anyway, though, school'll be over after this week and provided I don't acquire a job over the summer, this fic (and my original stories) will updated more regularly. Aside from that, enjoy!
Chronicle One
Treat your friend as if he might become an enemy. - Publilius Syrus (~100 BC), Maxims
-Chapter Ten-
Rachel
My name is Rachel Berenson.
I'm worried.
Which might have something to do with the fact Cassie hadn't shown up to school, even though she'd promised to meet me out in front like she'd done this whole week, but now she ended up a no-show. Under normal circumstances that wouldn't be such a big deal. Ten-to-one it just meant she was sick and I'd see her next Monday.
But I'm not living in "normal circumstances". Because, see, I remember being a cat.
I also remember being very mad at a boy who was a bird. His name, by the way, is Tobias Avan.
Except he's not a bird, not as far as I know. Then again, I can't turn into a cat, either.
At least, not now. But I think that at one time I could. It's just that I can't remember that time. To tell the truth, I'm not sure I want to. Most of my life up until this point has been kind of, well, pointless. I'll admit, I'm one of those pretty popular girls.
Give me a little credit, though, I didn't get that way by becoming Queen Bitch. In fact, I don't quite know where I stand in with the "in-crowd" right now. I was dumped by the Prep Posse when I started making friends with Tobias. He's kind of a loner and from what he's told me (and the rumors flying around school), he's also a bully magnet. Not who you'd expect to win Mr. GWHS.
I like Tobias, though. More than I ever liked any of those little twerps I hung out with.
I wonder how they'd react to finding out I'm not only hanging out with Tobias, but also our high school's reigning Class Clown, Marco Jones plus George Washington High's Nature Girl.
What mattered more right now, though, was what Coach Melody thought of me.
I was late to Gymnastics and about to face the wrath of a very big and very ticked lady.
Coach Melody had escorted me to the locker room so she could avoid chewing me out in front of the whole team. I don't know if that was more for her benefit or mine. It was nice of her, though.
That didn't mean I was going to tell her why I was late.
I was not going to tell my coach that I was late to second-period practice because I'd run to the other side of the school in order to catch my cousin Jake and warn him a girl I didn't know all that well was still not at school. Not to mention that I'd instructed our high school's favorite midget to tell me whatever Jake found out about Missing Girl's whereabouts.
To tell you the truth, I'm not that sure why I'm being so overprotective of Cassie. I mean, we haven't known each other for more than a week and I admit I've never found someone who's more my opposite! I mean, the girl can't dress to save her life and I don't think I want to know why (or what) has stained her overalls. Cassie's an animal nut. Me? I like animals, but I don't love 'em.
Which is what makes this all so weird. The funny thing is that, I think, in these flashbacks we've been having, Cassie and I used to be best friends. I can feel it.
Or maybe I'm just in need of a friend right now.
"Rachel, I don't want to pry, but is anything going on in your life?" Coach Melody asked.
I stared at her. I was expecting an angry foaming-at-the-mouth rant. Not this.
"What?" I asked Coach Melody.
"Well, you fall off the beams on Monday and you're late today. It's not like you. You're one of the most focused girls I have in this team. You've got talent, Rachel, and unlike most of the girls, that matters to you. I-I've seen that, you know. Ever since you joined up." Coach said.
I'm too tall to ever be a serious gymnast. I've been doing it ever since second grade, though.
People are always telling me that I have talent. When my dad moved away, he offered to take me with him. He said I could be accepted at a high-class school. Can you believe that?
But again, I'm way too tall to ever be a pro. It's just a fact of life.
"Coach, you're overestimating me." I lied. "I'm not that dedicated."
"Yes you are." Coach Melody insisted. "I've been coaching for twenty years, missy. I can tell the winners from the quitters, Rachel. You're a winner." She added.
I didn't know what to say. It's not everyday the coach starts filling me up with compliments.
I guess Coach picked up on my silence. "Of course, you don't have to tell me anything." She said.
"There's not much to tell." I halfway lied to her. "I've just been distracted lately." I said.
Coach Melody pursed her lips. I was pretty sure she didn't believe me but she let it go.
"All right." She said. "Well then, I'll leave and let you suit up. But you're getting detention."
Crap. I was hoping that maybe she'd let me out of that. It's one of Coach Melody's Ten Commandments that anyone who's late to class is required to attend an after-school detention.
"You didn't think I'd let you out of that, did you, Berenson?" Coach asked. Then she left.
Practice wasn't anything spectacular. We went over backflips and one of my personal favorites, the Arabian front somersault. There's something kind of dangerous about gymnastics, you know. It's part of why I like them so much. Call me Adrenaline Girl, I guess.
My partner/watcher today was Marian; a girl who'd just joined up this year. She's very good.
"Can I ask you a question?" Marian asked me as she gauged the distance for her backflip.
"Sure." I answered. Then Marian did the backflip. When she got back up, she asked her question.
"You're not dating Marco Jones, are you?" Marian asked me.
What the heck? "No. I don't even know him that well." I answered, then I did the backflip.
"Just wondering. Cause I know from experience, he's kind of...annoying." Marian told me.
I laughed. "You two used to go out?" I asked her. Marian's kind of a classy girl.
In other words, not Marco's type, from what I can guess. Marian scowled at me.
"Hey, he's cute and he could be funny. Besides, I like short guys." She said to me.
I shook my head. "I've seen it all." I declared. "I'm shocked. Flabbergasted. I can't believe that little pip-squeak's ever had a girlfriend. It's all too much to take in." I joked.
Marian laughed. "I know how you feel." She said with a smile as she lifted herself off the floor.
After some more flips and somersaults and girl talk between Marian and I, practice ended and we all headed back to the locker room to change.
Most of the time, I'm one of the first out of the locker room. I guess it's some kind of weird family thing but I don't sweat very much. I also don't get my hair messed up easy.
Or maybe it's a Jewish thing. Both my parents were Jewish. In fact, my dad and uncle are brothers. My mom and my Aunt Jean are just a few years apart, and yes, that creeps me out.
But today my new Camo shirt seemed to have disappeared in the recesses of my backpack.
So I ended up dressing with our team's slowest clothes-put-on-er. Melissa Chapman.
Melissa and I have been best friends since second grade. We met at a kid's gymnastics meet and we've been like bread and butter ever since. Or at least, we were. Now I don't know.
I don't know what got into me but I wish it hadn't. I was going to try talking to Melissa since I knew she was mad at me since I was considering quitting the team. She suggested I go to The Sharing. I freaked. The Sharing's always creeped me out though I don't know why.
I told Melissa I wouldn't ever go there, and I meant it. She ran off then.
We haven't talked since.
I slipped on my new shirt while Melissa slipped on her Doc Marten's. We said nothing.
I tied my Nikes on while Melissa got up. I picked up my other shoe.
"Hope you're late to class you bitch." Melissa spat. Then she left the locker room.
Stunned, I dropped my shoe. Melissa and I had fought before but she'd never been like this.
Melissa came from what I can only describe as a "Good Christian" home. No swearing, no drinking, no drugs, nothing like that. And unlike some of the kids I knew who were raised in those kinds of homes, Mel believed in those virtues. She didn't even call Hitler a bastard.
What had happened to my best friend?
I trudged off to Biology. Our teacher, Mr. Garrison, had decided to "up the ante" (his words, not mine) on our science projects. He thought it was about time we get into some serious scientific stuff. Which is why we were learning about fish. We were going to dissect them.
Mr. Garrison had shoved all the desks into the corner of the room and turned off the lights. The whole class kind of spread out over the tile, making sure we could all see Mr. Garrison's Power Point presentation on the inner workings of fish. The only place I could was next to Tobias.
We're just friends, by the way. I mean, sure, Tobias is a great guy and all but I don't even know him that well. The last time I dated a guy before getting to know him, I ended up kicking T.J. Johnson in his happy parts. Let's just say I wasn't going to be his "backseat buddy", okay?
"Rachel!" Tobias whispered, looking at me in surprise. I guess he hadn't noticed I was here.
"Hey." I whispered back. "How are you?" I asked him.
Tobias shrugged. "All right, I guess." He whispered. Then he looked up at the presentation.
"What is that?" He asked me. I shook my head. I had no idea.
"I think it's a gill." I whispered to Tobias. "I hope it's a gill."
We decided to turn our attention away from the Fish Show.
"I didn't see at your locker this morning. What's up?" Tobias whispered.
All of the sudden, I was glad the classroom was dark. I wasn't blushing or anything, but I was surprised. Kind of flattered, too. I hadn't expected Tobias to notice I was gone.
"I was talking to Marco and Jake." I answered Tobias. Then I frowned. "Cassie's missing." I said.
Tobias turned to me. In the dark I could only just make out his face. He looked worried.
Which was understandable. He and Cassie shared a flashback, so there was kind of a connection between them. Which I was okay with. It's not like Tobias was my boyfriend, despite what my little sisters thought. They'd been bugging me about him ever since he came to help me baby-sit.
They even got my mom into it. She gave me this huge lecture about how I shouldn't feel ashamed that I was dating, it was fine with her and Tobias seemed like a fine, but shy, young man.
"She's gone?" Tobias asked me. I nodded. "Yeah. Jake's called her. He'll tell me what he knows."
"Yeah, I'm sure." Tobias whispered. "Besides, Cassie can take of herself." He added.
"You're probably right." I whispered back. Then I smiled at him. "Thanks, Tobias." I said.
I'm not sure, since it was so dark, but I think he blushed. "It's nothing." He muttered.
I gave him a swat on the arm. "Yes it is, you dork." I whispered, leaning up to Tobias's ear to make sure he heard me. Then I pulled away from him. I hadn't noticed how close we were.
Tobias had turned away from me. I felt embarrassed. "Sorry about that." I whispered.
"Sometimes I do that around guys. It's..." I started explaining, but Tobias stopped me.
"Rachel, it's okay." He whispered. So I left it at that and decided to learn more about fish.
The bell didn't ring a minute too soon. Tobias and I left and dumped our books in our lockers.
Then we walked to lunch. In a one hundred percent platonic kind of way.
Tobias and I were almost to the cafeteria when my life did a 180.
"Rachel!" I heard someone say my name, gasping for breath. "Rachel!" Marco yelled.
In unison, Tobias and I turned. Marco was in front of the cafeteria, hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath. That was my first clue that something was very wrong.
And I wanted to know what. "Marco, what'd you find out? Where's Jake?" I pressed him for info.
Of course, I kind of forgot he was having trouble breathing. Tobias took him over to a bench nearby and we both waited for Marco to catch his breath again. To tell us what he knew.
Marco looked me straight in the eyes. I knew his words were for me. "Jake isn't here." He said.
"Then where is he?" I asked Marco. An expression of annoyance swept his face. Okay, so maybe I was drilling him a little, but I think this situation called for info. Or at least some more details than Jake just not being here. Where could he have gone, anyway?
"I have no freaking idea. I don't even know what he found out, since he ditched class." Marco said.
Oh, hell no. I thought. Jake did not just take off. No freaking way.
"Um, he did what?" I asked Marco, filling my voice with all the sugary-feminine-fakeness I could.
Marco slouched down on the bench and I think he pulled away from me a bit. But he answered me.
"Jake ditched class." Marco mumbled. I nodded to myself, a plan forming in my head.
I guess Tobias must've noticed. "Rachel, what are you--" He said, but I put a finger to his lips.
I smiled. I felt pretty damn proud of myself. "I'm going to find out what's going on here."
Then I turned to look at both of the boys. "You two will stay and be backup." I said.
Tobias looked like he wanted to say something, but he didn't. Marco just stared at me.
Then he jumped up to his feet. "Rachel, are you insane?!" Marco shouted.
"Jake and Cassie have already ditched." He told me, his voice starting to speed up. "Never mind what the hell might be after them, they'll have to deal with Mr. Chapman first and foremost."
I opened my mouth to tell him about my suspicions, but he kept on talking.
"How do you think they'll explain all this?" Marco asked me, a look of skepticism on his face.
"'Oh, Mr. Chapman, we just went off on some wild goose chase involving these weird flashbacks we've been having, and please don't suspend us?'" Marco said, mimicking Cassie and Jake.
"We're screwed as is!" He shouted. I had to explain my plan before Marco went ballistic.
"Who said anything about leaving the school?" I asked him. He blinked, not seeing what I meant.
I looked away from Marco and Tobias. "Look, I think this all started with Mr. Chapman. He called Cassie in, and now she's gone." I told them. I didn't like where my own thoughts were going.
I bit my lip, feeling guilty about my own ideas. "Melissa Chapman's one of my best friends, and she told me her dad's been acting weird. Robot-like." I told the boys.
Then I just said it. "Maybe I'm jumping to conclusions but I think he's part of this."
Tobias and Marco shared a Look, then turned back to me. I sighed and flashed them a smile. Faked.
"Look, I'm going to try and talk to Melissa." I said.
"What should we do then, oh fearless Xena?" Marco asked me, smirking. I laughed a little.
It wasn't that funny but it did help me feel better. So I told them the second part of my plan.
Ax Isthil is new to our school. I hear he's some kind of genius pro-basketball player.
I don't know how much of that is true. The guy is supersmart, but he doesn't strike me as the athletic type. But I'm pretty sure about one thing. I think he's a part of our team.
Tobias and Marco had talked to him about it once already, and from Tobias told me, he freaked.
Funny thing is that he sat with us all at lunch the next day. Seemed eager to talk.
I wanted Tobias and Marco to scope him out. See if we could trust him or not.
Or at this point, just if he knew anything at all.
"Why don't you talk to..." I creased my eyebrows, pretending to think about this.
I wanted to trick them into agreeing to do this. Tobias, I knew, was kind of ashamed of the whole Ax thing. I don't know about Marco, though. I kind of wanted him to go more than I did Tobias.
From what Tobias had told me, Marco had been a real asshole to the guy. I wanted to see if he felt any guilt about it. Don't ask me why, maybe it's just that I don't respect bullying and all that bullshit. It's a big part of why I fell out with the Prep Squad.
"Oh crap, what is that guy's name?" I asked the guys. "Ax?" Tobias asked. Marco gaped at him.
I snapped my fingers. "Yeah, Ax!" I cried. "Why don't you guys see if he knows anything?" I asked.
Then I ran inside. I had business of my own to attend to.
Melissa had Computer Graphics with Ms. Rosenberg this period. Even if she hated me, I was sure she'd love to get out of the class for a few minutes. Mel doesn't like computers very much. I'm pretty sure she could delete everything off her hard drive without even touching the mouse, that's her luck with technology.
So I took a long walk down to Ms. Rosenberg's room. It was about as far from the cafeteria as possible. I think whoever built our school was terrified at the idea of teenagers, food, and computers being together in any proximity not exceeding thirty feet. Architects are weird.
On the way to Ms. Rosenberg's class, I wondered about what was up with Mr. Chapman.
Melissa had told me he was acting weird, and Cassie didn't even talk to me after they'd met. It reminded me of Tom, my cousin. Jake's brother. We weren't ever all that close, aside from the five zillion and three practical jokes he played on me when we were kids.
But even I noticed he'd been acting weird. First off he quit the basketball team. This might not sound weird, I mean, Tom could have Senioritis, right? Yeah. Except for the fact that all of Tom's life he's wanted to be a pro basketball player. He's got the talent, too.
And unlike me he doesn't have to worry that he's too tall to ever make it.
Jake told me a couple of days ago that I shouldn't come to his house if I could help it.
Jake told me I can't trust Tom. That he's something called a Controller.
I think the same thing might be true about Mr. Chapman. The thought chilled me to the bone.
I mean, sure, he's the principal and if he's a dangerous guy, that isn't good news.
But he's also one of the owners of The Sharing. Which is like a Boys and Girls club for everyone on the planet be they black, white, male, female, gay, straight, Christian or Muslim.
Sounds pretty cool, doesn't it? Sure, but I don't believe in chance. I don't believe in coincidences.
My friends and I have to be having these flashbacks for some reason and it's all tied in, somehow. Cassie and Tobias's memory of the construction site, mine and Marco's memories of being animals, and Jake's memory of Tom. Somehow it's all connected.
I just didn't know how yet. And to tell the truth, I'm not all that sure I want to.
Think about that later, Rachel. I told myself. You need to talk to Mel.
So I pushed those thoughts to the back of my head and turned down the hall to Ms. Rosenberg's room. It was the third room down the hall.
Comm. Graphics:
Go to the Library for the Collage project.
Great. I thought to myself. I'd wanted to talk to Mel in private, but I didn't know how well I could pull that off in the library. I have to try, though. I told myself.
So I got ready to go to the library and at least try and talk to my ex-best friend.
At least, before other things interrupted that plan.
I saw a tall man in a gray suit walking down the hall. He stopped in front of Mr. Pardue's old room. Right now, he was teaching in the art room since Mr. Osbourne only worked part-time.
I jumped to the edge of the hall and hid behind the wall until I heard Gray Suit Man open the door. I heard him close it shut. Then I snuck out back into the hall.
For a moment, I remembered my memory of being a cat. If there was ever I time I wished I could do that, now was it. So I'd just have to do the next best thing.
I double-checked to make sure I was the only one around. Then I crawled down to Mr. Pardue's old room and put my ear to the door. I could make out a voice, male and deep. Mr. Gray Suit.
"I've dealt with Illim 136 and his host." Mr. Gray Suit said. "They are no longer a threat."
"Good to know." Murmured another voice. I couldn't tell if it was male or female.
"That sniveling fatso ticked me off." The voice went on. "Did it hurt?" They asked.
"Did what hurt?" Gray Suit Man asked.
"The killing, you dumb fuck!" Cried the voice. That was when I pulled away from the door.
"Did you make sure it hurt?" The voice asked, becoming excited. "Did he feel the pain?"
"As per your instructions, Iniss 666." Said Gray Suit Man.
"Good, Niar 253!" The voice cried. Enthusiastic over someone else's pain. Oh god. Oh, god.
I stood up then. I ran out of the hall as fast as my legs would take me.
I'm not sure if I was running from them or the sharp, hot pain I felt in my heart.
All I know is by the time I tumbled into the bathroom I was a wreck.
I just sat there staring up at the ceiling and sobbing. I wasn't sure when the tears would stop.
At some point I dragged myself over to one of the stalls so no one could see me.
The only other time in my life I ever cried like that was when I found out Mom and Dad were getting a divorce. But this time, I didn't have Mom hugging me, Dad telling me it would be all right and I wasn't to blame, or even little Jordan clutching my hand.
And I sure as hell didn't have Melissa to talk to during Gymnastics, to listen to me gripe about my parents and understand, even though her Mom and Dad were The Perfect American Couple. I had no Melissa to gush over Jeremy Jason McCole with, or to confess to that I liked Alan, the annoying down the block. No Mel to freak out with when I had my period. No Melissa to always remind me that I was an awesome person no matter what Tiffany and her dips thought of me.
No best friend to tell about all the scary stuff that was happening to me. I lost my best friend.
For good this time. Forever.
Melissa, my best friend since second-grade, had become someone I didn't even know.
And it was all my fault.
Don't Kill Me! (reader response)
Stormwing - Yeah, everyone was pretty suspicious last chapter, weren't they?
Whoa. Shocked you had a daydream about my fic, but I guess I should be flattered. And, hey, Ax isn't so bad! I feel like I have to defend him now because everybody doesn't like him...
This fanfic is going to be LONG. It's actually going to be a series of three different fics (that's why this one is named "Chronicle One") and close to 20 or 15 chapters a fic. Which means a lot of writing for me. But since it's summer now, I've got lots of time to write. And David will be in this. Dunno 'bout the Prof. Quirrel in this fic, if he's all evil and whatnot. And trust me, we'll have plenty more HP Teachers show up. Ha! Percy'd be awesome!
And yes, Marco doesn't have a life, but HE doesn't think that. Um, my suggestion for a name...Naomi Triola. I don't know where Triola's from, though, it just popped into my head.
Puar Briefs - Yes, I'm having Marco confuse Ax for David and you can bet that's going to be a big deal later on. And trust me, Ax is going to get the identity crisis from hell. It's not just going to be his friends/the Andalites that he'll have to choose. And he WILL find out the truth. And you're like, the only person to realize he isn't that bad. Yay!
I didn't even notice that gray/grey thing. Stupid spellchecker...I'll go fix that now...
And you have your McGonagall. I liked Ismene, too...I don't know if Antigoine was sane or not. Considering the rest of her family, though, I'd say she had a pretty stable head on her shoulders. I mean, finding out your dad is your brother would mess anybody up.
And you're all INSANE! Sorry, I've been wanting to do that for a long time. =P
Aelle - Glad you liked it, and just so you know, you spelled engross right. And I will update, and Ax is kind of a jerk right now...I think I'm the only person who likes him, but then I keep forgetting that I'm the only one who knows/gets why he's like this, so I guess that's it.
Neri, Princess of the Oceans - Yep, Marco has brains. Isn't it a shocker? And I HAD seven kittens. One of them died because he was deformed...actually, I would've had TEN kittens had none of them died. Three others died 'cuz their mommy wasn't making milk when they were born. But on the happy side, I know have SIX big, fluffy furry kittens running around my house. And I can't look at them because then I'll drop whatever I'm doing to play with them. Their names are Checkers, Toey, Buster, Little, Surprise, and Butch. We can't keep them, though.
And you've got a point about Tobias and Ax being in school...but KAA did have good reasons for making Tobias a hawk (it did keep people reading), and Ax couldn't quite enroll, could he?
Actually, maybe he could have...but the others would have to train him to stop stuttering and eating everything he saw. Too much work I guess. And, um, Ax is next. Don't kill me! I have good reasons for waiting to put Tobias last! I guess you're right about him getting a lot of spotlight, it's just that I feel I need to throw him in to remind people he's still around since he's not a part of the gang yet. And he's very important in this part of the story. In the next two parts his role won't be as big. And the "Recon Girl" bit was just kinda Rachel and Marco nonsense. I dunno if it was supposed to be funny -- but Recon Girl, is I think kind of like "Rescue Girl" or "Information Girl". Does that answer your question?
Lisa-Ann - Huh, I guess I'm lucky. My Biology teacher was cool and I liked learning about living things, as opposed to the Physics and Chemistry I learned this year...and I was joking about the minions thing! You're not really my minion! Unless, well, you want to be, I guess.
Gah, don't go bald! Oh god, the hairdresser's daughter in me is coming out! **screams**
Anyway, glad you liked the chapter and you DO have a reason to be freaked out by those Controllers. Guess I'm facing the wrath of the brats for updating late, huh? **sighs** It was a good life...=P
DawnOfEast - Yay, it's picking up! Though I guess this chapter was more emotional than action-packed, but it kind of had to be, if that makes sense...and I guess you still owe me own reviews, but I don't care. And I broke 100 reviews? Heck yeah, we should celebrate!
Glad you liked this chapter and the dreams. As for Marco...I guess we just view him differently. I've always thought that yeah, while he's always joking about girls and flirting like mad, he's really kind of scared about actually getting into a relationship, since he lost his mom when he was so young and saw how that screwed his dad up. Hence the way he acts with Rachel.
Did that answer your question? And hey, I'm always glad to have a minion. =P
Patrick Blah - I'm glad you enjoyed the chapter, and I'm going to try and stop being so lazy about updating. Thank god it's Summer Vacation now! Hey, are you giving me premission to slack off for five months before I update again? Cause I do that, you know. =) And as for David...he'll have his place in this. That's all I'm saying for now.
Stink E. Burrito (SEB) - Hey! **waves** Have you caught up yet? And, well, I would slow down...but all these other people wanna kill me for it...anyway, I'm glad you reviewed, though! Getting feedback is good!
MysticSaphyre - I'm glad you liked this chapter, oh just so you know, this will be an in-depth emotional fic most of the time, though I'm going to sneak in some action and giggles now and then. And I LOVE Trust, but I think you know that already. And I agree with you about the "dark side" (I can't think of a better phrase) to J/C.
Doctor Strangelove - I should've made Marco start rambling about how a flaming idiot is different from a flaming homosexual. Or a flaming bisexual, considering it's Marco talking...but I think that's too much of a slashy hint than I need to put in the story right now. And of course the Ax stuff was weird, Ax is ALWAYS weird. =P Weird acronym, too. MOO, MOO! **coughs** Sorry. I just got the B3 DVD set last week and it's affected my sanity...mostly 'cause I still have one more disc to go...glad you like Jake. And, hey, straight Tom will be fun! I swear, he'll be cool.
And I'm pretty sure Marco will come out to Jake, though I know for sure the first person he's gonna tell is Rachel. Weasley tall blonde she is. I think you should write a Marco coming-out-to-Jake scene, though. That'd be cool. Or an Ax-coming-out-to-Elfangor scene. That'd be cool, too. And I'm ditching the musical idea and replacing it with a chapter much more like "The Wish". But since now I'm not doing a musical, you have to write one. I'll never update again if you don't. =P Marco/Spike...oh god, why did I ever suggest that? But I'm sure it'll be a fun read, to say the least. In my head Ax always sounds like Nightcrawler from X2. Is that weird?
And write "I Am Jake" now or I'll steal Jeffrey and use him against you.
DH - Wow. You're like, one of the few people who doesn't try to kill me when I'm late! Thanks! I'm not planning on giving up on this story anytime soon, so don't worry. =)
Freak Apple - Hey, look, I updated again! =P I like using TV/Movie characters for my teachers, since most of them won't be in the story much and I can find out who's watching/reading/whatevering the same stuff I am. But it'd be fun to use my real teachers, too. 'Cept I like my teachers...wow, you're like Marco? No, you can't be! The Animorphs site said I was like Marco! Oh wait, that's site's full of crap. Never mind. Be as much like Marco as you want. =P I'm sorry people cheat in Rock, Paper, Scissors. That's mean.
AHHH! Your cobwebs are scary! Make them go away!!! I'll update more, I promise!