A/N: Thanks so much for the reviews people! Here's the second chappie, enjoy! WARNING: Just in case this will bug you, the S word is used twice in this chappie. There will be cursing in this fic, okay? Good, now that that's settled...

I can hear the voices now. They're coming. Not my friends – they wouldn't be trick-or-treating already this early – just random little kids with their parents, starting the night already, though it's only 5 o'clock. I know that they are happy to be dressed up, happy to be spending this time with their parents. They're lucky to even have parents.

I look out my window and see them coming down my street: Batman, Spiderman, Cinderella; witches and ghosts; doctors and monsters; popstars and comic book heroes. They're all out there. They can't see me, sitting up here by myself. And why would they? They wouldn't even be looking, of course. I don't matter to them. They've probably never even heard of me. Though it's quite possible that their parents have.

I get up off of my bed and look into my mirror. My costume is perfect. The bright pink outfit is so not me. Neither are the purple sneakers or Barbie shoelaces. My makeup is perfect too, but I haven't put it on yet. I have fuchsia lipstick, purple eye shadow and eyeliner, hot pink blush and glitter. Then, there's my hairstyle: two girlish braids tied with little pink bows. It's so not me, it's scary. And to finish off the look, the black-and-purple cape that I actually managed to steal from her. She has no clue what I've done; she's so witless, she actually thinks that she misplaced it! And you don't know how happy that makes me, 'cause if that hadn't worked, there'd be absolutely no chance for the rest of my plan.

One of the costumes I saw that really affected me was Tinkerbell. That was my nickname in the band. Dewey called me that on the second or third day that he was "subbing". I never really knew why he'd called me that, but I do love the nickname.

I have got to be strong. In just a few short hours, my grand scheme shall be put into action. If all goes as planned, of course. If not, don't worry, I do have something to fall back on: I'll just run. Run away as fast as I possibly can. With all of the people around outside, she surely can't do anything to me. But there is such a high risk factor in that plan... I may not even make it out of the house that way. That's why the master plan I have worked out over the past few weeks is much more practical. Well, okay, so maybe not the classic "Summer" definition of practical, but close enough. Besides, a lot has changed. I'm not quite the same person that I used to be. Well, not exactly, anyway. I'm just... different now.

I can hear the church bells ringing now. It must be later than I thought. Oh. My. God. It's almost 6 o'clock! How the hell did that happen? Shit! What am I gonna do? If Janine still hasn't some up to check on me yet, it could be a long while longer. No, no, no, I do not have the time for this! My plan just doesn't allow it! OH SHIT!!!

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EvenThoIDoubtedIt: Thanks Allison! Aww you're sweet. As I said before, I should be giving you Frequent Reviewer Miles! LOL!

S.S.I.: OMG, stupid me! I should've thought of that! Well, thank you for stating the obvious, and fortunately, I'm not far enough into the story that it maters yet. An explanation of something lie that may come A LOT later in the story, but I promise, IT WILL COME! Again, THANK YOU!!!

thedoorsrock: Thanks! Yeah, this story is going places, and so am I... BACK TO SCHOOL! Ugh. Oh well, thanks!

fuzzy wuzzy: the fuzz: Thanks! Weird is what I am, so weird is what i write. LOL. BTW, love your pen name! It's cunny, cute and funny, best of both worlds. That was the first time I used best of both worlds! LOL, thanks!

rockerchik777: Thanks! I sure hope that it will be really, really good too... 'cause I honestly have no idea what Summer's plan is yet! LOL, more to come...

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