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I hate school. Gym is okay but kind boring cauz I don't reallyt know anybody and I LOVE art, its my favorite class, science is boring and he only reason I don't like go bezerk in that class is cauz I sit next to Jordan and hes hilarious so yeah... anyways French is really fun, algebra is stupid and its because of that stupid class I don't have a 4.0. grrrrrrrr stupid algebra. And history is fun I guess, ind arts is okay, and English is okay. I wish I knew more people in track, itd be more fun that way, and I wish Dalton wasn't being such an ass hole.
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ANWAYS!: here we go!!! Get ready to RUUUUMBLE!!!
GINNEY'S P.O.V.
Chapter 5: Past and Surprises
Having Malfoy in the house was defiantly weird, especially because he didn't seem to be all that bad any more, even to the point of friendly. But hey, I wasn't complaining! One more person in the house to talk to...
As my room was right next to Malfoy's, I found myself listening intently to his room, in hopes of hearing something. Whoa! Hold everything what was I doing? I shook my head and rolled over onto my stomach. My last conscious thought was that I still had the tiniest grudge against Malfoy. Who wouldn't after seven consecutive years of torture, spitefulness, greed and hate?
The next morning when I woke up there was an enticing smell of bacon wafting into my room. Someone was singing loudly, probably Vi and the person in the next room seemed to be amused to the point of hysterics. I realized that the person in the next room was, in fact, Malfoy. As I walked into the hallway I tried to remember the last time I'd heard him laugh genuinely. I never had... how odd. Draco seemed to be abandoning all pretenses of being a respectable Malfoy.
The door next to mine burst open and a tall, handsome blonde stepped out with a child-like, eager grin on his face. Malfoy of course. When he noticed me he visibly stiffened and for a moment the familiar sneer returned to his face. After a moment he loosened up and looked sheepish.
"Sorry. Habit." We both knew what he was talking about.
"Not used to waking up with Vi in the house are you?" I said. "Wait, well of course you're not...never mind." I shook my head and motioned for him to come down.
"Well, we'll just have to feed her some food to get her to shut-" Malfoy was cut off by a loud burst of song from downstairs.
"A WHOLE NEW WORLD!!!! A NEW FANTASTIC POINT OF VIEW! NO ONE TO TELL US NO, OR WHERE TO GO, OR SAY W'RE ONLY DREAMING!!!" What the hell she was talking about? No idea. And I wasn't sure I wanted to know.
"It's probably got something to do with muggles, Vi is a muggle born." Vi's voice was getting louder and louder as me and Malfoy got further down the stairs and closer to the kitchen.
When we got there we found Vi and Harry sitting at the table, already eating like there was no tomorrow and Vi was singing with a hoard of food in her mouth. Me and Malfoy looked at each other and laughed.
Vi had noticed us. "HOLA!!!!! Don't you just love Aladdin? I do. It's great. I watched it when I went over to America for two years before I graduated and those American muggles have some crazy senses of humor. There was this movie called Brother Bear and there was these two mooses and it was so funny 'cause-" Harry put his finger under her chin and closed her mouth.
"Chew, dear. That's disgusting." Vi smiled through her food and swallowed.
"Sorry. But I have that song stuck in my head and I love that movie and it's awesome."
"Is mooses even a word?" Draco asked, the tiniest of smirks playing on his lips. A truly amused smirk though, not the evil oh-I-am-better-than- you-and-you-amuse-me-to-no-end smirk.
Vi paused. "Now it is." And returned to her food.
"Good morning Draco, would you like some waffles and bacon? There's also orange juice and milk and water." Mum was bustling around the kitchen making plentiful piles of waffles and bacon, and pouring drinks for everyone. I looked at Malfoy expectantly, waiting for him to say what he wanted.
Malfoy, however, was looking utterly surprised at the people and happenings of the kitchen. This was completely normal to me, people singing and screaming and arguing and laughing and getting more food. Mum cooking, dad reading some muggle book he'd been at for ages, and Fred and George not showing up until lunch.
"Oh... um... I guess..." He shook his head slightly and came out of the shocked reverie. "Yeah, sure. I like orange juice."
"Do you not eat, or what?" It had been a joke but Malfoy looked at me with a coldly reminiscent air, and looked all the part of the arrogant bastard he had once been. The look was fleeting, though and he turned and was smiling again within a moment or two.
I sat down next to him and whispered slightly, masking my voice with Vi's singing and Harry's conversation with Charlie. "I'm sorry." And, yet again another fleeting look flashed past his face, this one surprised.
"Oh... no, don't be, it was nothing." He turned and busied himself with his food.
I shrugged and went at my own food and looked up at Bill, who to my surprise was looking straight back at me. He looked highly amused for some reason and I had not the slightest idea why. I raised my eyebrows at him and he went back to chatting with Alana.
"So, Vi, it would be so lovely of you to explain this movie contraption to me! How does it work and what exactly does it do?" Dad looked like a kid in a candy store. Here we go again.
"So, Draco, weren't you going to be working in a bookstore in Diagon Alley? When do you start?" Meg looked on in interest and Draco shook his head.
"Well, that's the bad part really. I was looking forward to having a job away from my house and I walked into the bookstore at just the right time and was going to start today actually." He took a sip of orange juice. "But Dumbledore said having the job there would be just as dangerous as living in my flat at this point."
"Ah, well, that bites. I'd want a job away form home too." Meg brushed her hair over her shoulder. "What are you going to do now?"
"Oh... well... Don't freak out on me here, but Dumbledore told me he planned on accepting me to the Order of the Phoenix. In... a while..." The kitchen was silent except for the batter dripping steadily from the spoon.
I knew why this was such a big deal. Accepting Draco into the folds of our hospitality was one thing, believing him was one thing. But accepting him into the Order? I wasn't even in the Order, I was 'to young'. I thought it'd take ages for Draco to get into the Order.
"Oh, well then. I see." Mum busied herself with prying the huge pancake off the pan, because she had let the spoon drip.
"Yeah, I know it's... kinda soon and all... but it was his idea." Malfoy held his hands up in a kind of surrender.
"Oh, I'm sorry! It was nothing against you! I was just a little surprised!" Mum maneuvered through the kitchen and gave Malfoy a hug, who looked a cross between shocked and sad. He patted her back awkwardly and I almost laughed as pancake batter dripped all down his back from the spoon mum was still holding.
"Yeah, I don't think most of you trust me still... and I can't say I blame you." I snorted at this.
"I can see why." Again, I had been joking but it seemed to have triggered something and he looked sad again, for the moment I could see his face before his hair dropped into his eyes and he leaned towards his plate.
"I'm freaking out! Dude, this is friggen awesome, man!" Fred and George came crashing down the stairs, not to undo their daily tradition of a dramatic entrance.
"We got the American Sweethearts down, man!" Fred looked intensely excited as he babbled on in a perfect American accent.
"Let me guess, they make you have an American accent?" I said sarcastically.
"Totally, man! This is so totally cool, it's the bomb!" Bill looked highly amused but Vi looked questioning.
"I was in America for awhile, and they didn't talk like that.... Not that bad at least, I think your playing it up a bit much." Fred was already talking to Harry in rapid fire American slang, so George answered.
"I know, but it sounds waaay more hilarious that way, dude."
"Sit down!" Mum looked amused but impatient.
The rest of breakfast went well, with a few spills and loud, happy talking. Malfoy only talked when questions were directed at him, and I could tell he felt uncomfortable around all these people. I had flash of an idea, but dismissed it quickly. I was NOT bringing Malfoy to my balcony, that was for me.
Suddenly a rather old looking black owl flew in the window, carrying an equally black envelope sealed with the Hogwarts crest in an ominous blood red. It soared across the kitchen, over the table, and dropped the letter into the outstretched hands of my mother. The envelope scared me, I knew it was almost exactly alike to the letters that were sent to the loved ones of people who had been killed in the first reign of Voldemort.
Most of the kitchen looked scared or concerned, with the exception of Malfoy who looked puzzled and Vi, who looked down right petrified. I figured she knew all to well what these letters could mean, and Harry had his arm wrapped tightly around her.
Mum started talking, "They're postponing the beginning of this term at Hogwarts because-" she looked momentarily relieved then continued reading, and a look of frightened panic came over her face, "of a recent attack on the teachers. A message from" she blanched, "you-know-who was left behind and he says he's going to attack the British community in general, and show us all the extent of his power." She looked up.
Utter silence. Broken a few moments later when Vi let out a short, restricted sob as if she was trying to hide it. Before anyone could say anything, she stood up violently and rushed up the stairs, closely followed by Harry.
Most people looked down at their plates, not saying anything. Malfoy, Alana, and Meg looked slightly confused but didn't seem to want to ask. I knew why the small but sinister letter had affected Vi that way, more than anyone else. We'd all lost friends at the hands of Lord Voldemort or his Death Eaters; Sirius, Harry's parents, a lot of dad's work buddies. Dedalus Diggle, Elphius Doge, Emmaline Vance, and even one of my former dorm mates was lost. Not dead, but she quit school t become a Death Eater. Vi's story was a little more poignant than that though.
Vi had grown up in Portugal, with her parents and three sisters. Her parents knew about the growing threat of Voldemort and when he had really started to get a hold for the first time, they decided to move to England when Vi was 11 and become Aurors. They were pretty good too, by what I've been told and caught a good few. They worked undercover mostly, because Voldemort and his followers didn't know that the Ministry was recruiting foreigners but their cover was blown and Voldermort went after them himself.
It was over the summer break, right after Vi's first year at Hogwart's and they had just received word they were in danger. They planned to leave immediately but when they tried to apperated, they found they couldn't. Voldemort's people had put anti-disapperating charms around their house.
Two of Vi's older sisters were qualified and were well on the way to becoming aurors too. When Voldemort came, they fought bravely but he soon had control over Vi's oldest sister, whom he made kill her entire family, leaving Vi to watch, helpless, as her family was taken out one by one by her own sister. After the curse was lifted off her sister, she was all but dead and Voldemort had no qualms about finishing the job. He would have finished her off too but he was slightly distracted by the arrival of two dozen Aurors, Mad-Eye included.
Needless to say, seeing anymore black envelopes would bring back some incredibly horrible memories. I could feel tears prickling at my own eyes but pushed them back.
"When is the term going to start then?" I asked, trying to distract myself.
"Two weeks longer than they planned, so you have three weeks left." Mum said, apparently almost in tears herself.
"Okay." I got up and put my plate in the sink, then continued upstairs. My appetite seemed to have disappeared along with Vi.
I sat on my balcony for along time, wrapped up in a quilt. It wasn't to cold out this morning, and the sun was shining weakly on the grass.
I heard a knock on the door and I quickly got up and closed the door to my balcony. When I opened the door into the hallway there was a pair of legs with a bundle of quilts blocking someone. Malfoy stuck his head around the pile.
"I figured... these were yours. Do you want them back?" Malfoy somehow looked incredibly funny with his hair mussed up and half his face squished against the side of the large pile of quilts.
"Oh! No, I have my own. You can keep them for as long you stay here." I fell silent, and acted as though the carpet was incredibly interesting.
"Well, okay then. I'll just... leave now." He turned and strode over to his room, opened the door and disappeared inside.
After he left, is started thinking about what I was going to do with my extra two weeks. I didn't have anything planned in the first place and I didn't want to just be lazy for another two weeks. There was quidditch; we could have sort of inter-family championship. I thought about inviting one of my friends over, but they probably would have to stay with their families.
Some of the people were still at breakfast, so I decided to go down and try and convince the twins to play some Quidditch. As I stepped onto the stairwell, I was distracted by something to right of the railing, and I missed a step. My heart jumped into my throat as I fell forward with my hands in front of me and I thought 'this is gonna hurt' right before a pair of hands grabbed me around the waist and pulled me back onto the second story landing.
I whirled around and saw it was Malfoy, who let go so fast I almost fell over again. He looked like he thought I was going to blow up in his face.
"Thanks. I'm a klutz..." Could this be any more awkward? Probably not.
He looked relieved, "Oh, no problem." He said, and swept down the stairs and into the kitchen. I stood there for a moment thinking Malfoy was a spaz before shrugging my shoulders to no one unparticular and tracing his steps into the kitchen.
It just shows how long It's been since I've put a chapter up cauz I was still in school when I started it. ITS SUMMER NOW HELL YA!!!!! And I have a job now too.....
Anyways I'm sorry this was such a short chapter, but I really want to begin a new chapter a little before the next big thing that's going to happen next and I swear it won't take as long this time. I doubt anyone even reading this story.... But oh well.
Hope ya like it! The next choater will be better I swear!
I hate school. Gym is okay but kind boring cauz I don't reallyt know anybody and I LOVE art, its my favorite class, science is boring and he only reason I don't like go bezerk in that class is cauz I sit next to Jordan and hes hilarious so yeah... anyways French is really fun, algebra is stupid and its because of that stupid class I don't have a 4.0. grrrrrrrr stupid algebra. And history is fun I guess, ind arts is okay, and English is okay. I wish I knew more people in track, itd be more fun that way, and I wish Dalton wasn't being such an ass hole.
DUDE! I just got another review from Foolish Fish and thank you so much, my fishy friend! I almost peed when I read the review cauz I don't get like any reviews.... cough hint cough
I LOVE DEVON!!!! WOOOOO
ANWAYS!: here we go!!! Get ready to RUUUUMBLE!!!
GINNEY'S P.O.V.
Chapter 5: Past and Surprises
Having Malfoy in the house was defiantly weird, especially because he didn't seem to be all that bad any more, even to the point of friendly. But hey, I wasn't complaining! One more person in the house to talk to...
As my room was right next to Malfoy's, I found myself listening intently to his room, in hopes of hearing something. Whoa! Hold everything what was I doing? I shook my head and rolled over onto my stomach. My last conscious thought was that I still had the tiniest grudge against Malfoy. Who wouldn't after seven consecutive years of torture, spitefulness, greed and hate?
The next morning when I woke up there was an enticing smell of bacon wafting into my room. Someone was singing loudly, probably Vi and the person in the next room seemed to be amused to the point of hysterics. I realized that the person in the next room was, in fact, Malfoy. As I walked into the hallway I tried to remember the last time I'd heard him laugh genuinely. I never had... how odd. Draco seemed to be abandoning all pretenses of being a respectable Malfoy.
The door next to mine burst open and a tall, handsome blonde stepped out with a child-like, eager grin on his face. Malfoy of course. When he noticed me he visibly stiffened and for a moment the familiar sneer returned to his face. After a moment he loosened up and looked sheepish.
"Sorry. Habit." We both knew what he was talking about.
"Not used to waking up with Vi in the house are you?" I said. "Wait, well of course you're not...never mind." I shook my head and motioned for him to come down.
"Well, we'll just have to feed her some food to get her to shut-" Malfoy was cut off by a loud burst of song from downstairs.
"A WHOLE NEW WORLD!!!! A NEW FANTASTIC POINT OF VIEW! NO ONE TO TELL US NO, OR WHERE TO GO, OR SAY W'RE ONLY DREAMING!!!" What the hell she was talking about? No idea. And I wasn't sure I wanted to know.
"It's probably got something to do with muggles, Vi is a muggle born." Vi's voice was getting louder and louder as me and Malfoy got further down the stairs and closer to the kitchen.
When we got there we found Vi and Harry sitting at the table, already eating like there was no tomorrow and Vi was singing with a hoard of food in her mouth. Me and Malfoy looked at each other and laughed.
Vi had noticed us. "HOLA!!!!! Don't you just love Aladdin? I do. It's great. I watched it when I went over to America for two years before I graduated and those American muggles have some crazy senses of humor. There was this movie called Brother Bear and there was these two mooses and it was so funny 'cause-" Harry put his finger under her chin and closed her mouth.
"Chew, dear. That's disgusting." Vi smiled through her food and swallowed.
"Sorry. But I have that song stuck in my head and I love that movie and it's awesome."
"Is mooses even a word?" Draco asked, the tiniest of smirks playing on his lips. A truly amused smirk though, not the evil oh-I-am-better-than- you-and-you-amuse-me-to-no-end smirk.
Vi paused. "Now it is." And returned to her food.
"Good morning Draco, would you like some waffles and bacon? There's also orange juice and milk and water." Mum was bustling around the kitchen making plentiful piles of waffles and bacon, and pouring drinks for everyone. I looked at Malfoy expectantly, waiting for him to say what he wanted.
Malfoy, however, was looking utterly surprised at the people and happenings of the kitchen. This was completely normal to me, people singing and screaming and arguing and laughing and getting more food. Mum cooking, dad reading some muggle book he'd been at for ages, and Fred and George not showing up until lunch.
"Oh... um... I guess..." He shook his head slightly and came out of the shocked reverie. "Yeah, sure. I like orange juice."
"Do you not eat, or what?" It had been a joke but Malfoy looked at me with a coldly reminiscent air, and looked all the part of the arrogant bastard he had once been. The look was fleeting, though and he turned and was smiling again within a moment or two.
I sat down next to him and whispered slightly, masking my voice with Vi's singing and Harry's conversation with Charlie. "I'm sorry." And, yet again another fleeting look flashed past his face, this one surprised.
"Oh... no, don't be, it was nothing." He turned and busied himself with his food.
I shrugged and went at my own food and looked up at Bill, who to my surprise was looking straight back at me. He looked highly amused for some reason and I had not the slightest idea why. I raised my eyebrows at him and he went back to chatting with Alana.
"So, Vi, it would be so lovely of you to explain this movie contraption to me! How does it work and what exactly does it do?" Dad looked like a kid in a candy store. Here we go again.
"So, Draco, weren't you going to be working in a bookstore in Diagon Alley? When do you start?" Meg looked on in interest and Draco shook his head.
"Well, that's the bad part really. I was looking forward to having a job away from my house and I walked into the bookstore at just the right time and was going to start today actually." He took a sip of orange juice. "But Dumbledore said having the job there would be just as dangerous as living in my flat at this point."
"Ah, well, that bites. I'd want a job away form home too." Meg brushed her hair over her shoulder. "What are you going to do now?"
"Oh... well... Don't freak out on me here, but Dumbledore told me he planned on accepting me to the Order of the Phoenix. In... a while..." The kitchen was silent except for the batter dripping steadily from the spoon.
I knew why this was such a big deal. Accepting Draco into the folds of our hospitality was one thing, believing him was one thing. But accepting him into the Order? I wasn't even in the Order, I was 'to young'. I thought it'd take ages for Draco to get into the Order.
"Oh, well then. I see." Mum busied herself with prying the huge pancake off the pan, because she had let the spoon drip.
"Yeah, I know it's... kinda soon and all... but it was his idea." Malfoy held his hands up in a kind of surrender.
"Oh, I'm sorry! It was nothing against you! I was just a little surprised!" Mum maneuvered through the kitchen and gave Malfoy a hug, who looked a cross between shocked and sad. He patted her back awkwardly and I almost laughed as pancake batter dripped all down his back from the spoon mum was still holding.
"Yeah, I don't think most of you trust me still... and I can't say I blame you." I snorted at this.
"I can see why." Again, I had been joking but it seemed to have triggered something and he looked sad again, for the moment I could see his face before his hair dropped into his eyes and he leaned towards his plate.
"I'm freaking out! Dude, this is friggen awesome, man!" Fred and George came crashing down the stairs, not to undo their daily tradition of a dramatic entrance.
"We got the American Sweethearts down, man!" Fred looked intensely excited as he babbled on in a perfect American accent.
"Let me guess, they make you have an American accent?" I said sarcastically.
"Totally, man! This is so totally cool, it's the bomb!" Bill looked highly amused but Vi looked questioning.
"I was in America for awhile, and they didn't talk like that.... Not that bad at least, I think your playing it up a bit much." Fred was already talking to Harry in rapid fire American slang, so George answered.
"I know, but it sounds waaay more hilarious that way, dude."
"Sit down!" Mum looked amused but impatient.
The rest of breakfast went well, with a few spills and loud, happy talking. Malfoy only talked when questions were directed at him, and I could tell he felt uncomfortable around all these people. I had flash of an idea, but dismissed it quickly. I was NOT bringing Malfoy to my balcony, that was for me.
Suddenly a rather old looking black owl flew in the window, carrying an equally black envelope sealed with the Hogwarts crest in an ominous blood red. It soared across the kitchen, over the table, and dropped the letter into the outstretched hands of my mother. The envelope scared me, I knew it was almost exactly alike to the letters that were sent to the loved ones of people who had been killed in the first reign of Voldemort.
Most of the kitchen looked scared or concerned, with the exception of Malfoy who looked puzzled and Vi, who looked down right petrified. I figured she knew all to well what these letters could mean, and Harry had his arm wrapped tightly around her.
Mum started talking, "They're postponing the beginning of this term at Hogwarts because-" she looked momentarily relieved then continued reading, and a look of frightened panic came over her face, "of a recent attack on the teachers. A message from" she blanched, "you-know-who was left behind and he says he's going to attack the British community in general, and show us all the extent of his power." She looked up.
Utter silence. Broken a few moments later when Vi let out a short, restricted sob as if she was trying to hide it. Before anyone could say anything, she stood up violently and rushed up the stairs, closely followed by Harry.
Most people looked down at their plates, not saying anything. Malfoy, Alana, and Meg looked slightly confused but didn't seem to want to ask. I knew why the small but sinister letter had affected Vi that way, more than anyone else. We'd all lost friends at the hands of Lord Voldemort or his Death Eaters; Sirius, Harry's parents, a lot of dad's work buddies. Dedalus Diggle, Elphius Doge, Emmaline Vance, and even one of my former dorm mates was lost. Not dead, but she quit school t become a Death Eater. Vi's story was a little more poignant than that though.
Vi had grown up in Portugal, with her parents and three sisters. Her parents knew about the growing threat of Voldemort and when he had really started to get a hold for the first time, they decided to move to England when Vi was 11 and become Aurors. They were pretty good too, by what I've been told and caught a good few. They worked undercover mostly, because Voldemort and his followers didn't know that the Ministry was recruiting foreigners but their cover was blown and Voldermort went after them himself.
It was over the summer break, right after Vi's first year at Hogwart's and they had just received word they were in danger. They planned to leave immediately but when they tried to apperated, they found they couldn't. Voldemort's people had put anti-disapperating charms around their house.
Two of Vi's older sisters were qualified and were well on the way to becoming aurors too. When Voldemort came, they fought bravely but he soon had control over Vi's oldest sister, whom he made kill her entire family, leaving Vi to watch, helpless, as her family was taken out one by one by her own sister. After the curse was lifted off her sister, she was all but dead and Voldemort had no qualms about finishing the job. He would have finished her off too but he was slightly distracted by the arrival of two dozen Aurors, Mad-Eye included.
Needless to say, seeing anymore black envelopes would bring back some incredibly horrible memories. I could feel tears prickling at my own eyes but pushed them back.
"When is the term going to start then?" I asked, trying to distract myself.
"Two weeks longer than they planned, so you have three weeks left." Mum said, apparently almost in tears herself.
"Okay." I got up and put my plate in the sink, then continued upstairs. My appetite seemed to have disappeared along with Vi.
I sat on my balcony for along time, wrapped up in a quilt. It wasn't to cold out this morning, and the sun was shining weakly on the grass.
I heard a knock on the door and I quickly got up and closed the door to my balcony. When I opened the door into the hallway there was a pair of legs with a bundle of quilts blocking someone. Malfoy stuck his head around the pile.
"I figured... these were yours. Do you want them back?" Malfoy somehow looked incredibly funny with his hair mussed up and half his face squished against the side of the large pile of quilts.
"Oh! No, I have my own. You can keep them for as long you stay here." I fell silent, and acted as though the carpet was incredibly interesting.
"Well, okay then. I'll just... leave now." He turned and strode over to his room, opened the door and disappeared inside.
After he left, is started thinking about what I was going to do with my extra two weeks. I didn't have anything planned in the first place and I didn't want to just be lazy for another two weeks. There was quidditch; we could have sort of inter-family championship. I thought about inviting one of my friends over, but they probably would have to stay with their families.
Some of the people were still at breakfast, so I decided to go down and try and convince the twins to play some Quidditch. As I stepped onto the stairwell, I was distracted by something to right of the railing, and I missed a step. My heart jumped into my throat as I fell forward with my hands in front of me and I thought 'this is gonna hurt' right before a pair of hands grabbed me around the waist and pulled me back onto the second story landing.
I whirled around and saw it was Malfoy, who let go so fast I almost fell over again. He looked like he thought I was going to blow up in his face.
"Thanks. I'm a klutz..." Could this be any more awkward? Probably not.
He looked relieved, "Oh, no problem." He said, and swept down the stairs and into the kitchen. I stood there for a moment thinking Malfoy was a spaz before shrugging my shoulders to no one unparticular and tracing his steps into the kitchen.
It just shows how long It's been since I've put a chapter up cauz I was still in school when I started it. ITS SUMMER NOW HELL YA!!!!! And I have a job now too.....
Anyways I'm sorry this was such a short chapter, but I really want to begin a new chapter a little before the next big thing that's going to happen next and I swear it won't take as long this time. I doubt anyone even reading this story.... But oh well.
Hope ya like it! The next choater will be better I swear!