Disclaimer: I do not own X-men or any other OC that shows up in this story-well, actually I own one, but I'm still going to let you try and figure out who it is. Because I'm evil.
Author's note: Holy shit! It's been awhile! More than awhile...let's try a century! Sorry I haven't updated in awhile. I really have no excuse. I'm just really lazy and have a habbit of procrastinating. But I like to called it rescheduling. Anyways, there are people that I'd like to thank-yet again. These people are: Orangesnow and Spikedbomber. They were persistant and wouldn't let me rest untill I got this done. ((sighs)) Anways, I won't make this long... So thank you for taking time to read my story! Enjoy!
This chapter is dedicated to WildKat8910 for her birthday, and to Shanon Lemieux...who drove off into the night and never came back. May you rest in peace, wherever you are.
Prologue-A Time for Change: Part Two
Koraleigh sat at her usual spot in her sixth period biology class: second row, one desk from the back. As usual, attendance was taken at the beginning of class by the ever-so-exciting Mr. Mulford, and as usual only one desk remained empty: the desk of Miss. Morgan. With that bussiness taken care of the teacher proceeded into his planned lecture which seemed to literally suck all the energy out of anyone or anything around him. A monotoned black hole of death in which, if caught by it's immense gravatational pull, one would find his or herself spiraling down into oblivion! Okay, so maybe it wasn't that bad...but when the straight-A student of the class passes out in his desk, you know that something's terribly wrong.
From her seat in the back, Koraleigh could witness the masaqure scene before her. One boy to the left of her was out cold with his head resting on his open book; mouth ajar, and a small puddle of drool was fast forming around his cheek. Another boy, who looked like he had just walked out of an Ambercrombie and Fitch commercial, was trying to see how many bits of eraser he could throw in the drooling boy's mouth. A group of four giggling girls who were all wearing Ugg boots (and probably all memebers of the "Jean Grey" fanclub) were talking about God knows what, doubtfully something intelligent. Sitting in the desk in back of her, a boy with long stringy black hair was listening to some really loud rock music on his CD player. The boredom in the air was so thick that one would probably have to get a chainsaw to cut it out.
And what was she doing?
To the untrained eye, it appeared that Koraleigh was studiously taking notes in her biology notebook, but that was far from the truth... In reality, she had gotten as far as writting "Biology Notes" and the current date on the top of the page. The rest of the paper was filled with drawings-if you could call them that. To be painfully frank, it looked as if a small child got ahold of a pencil and started to scribble. As she sat in her desk doodling what resembled pictures (but they were more like cave drawings) of magic wands and wizard's caps, she was totally oblivious to the world around her untill she felt something bounce off her head.
"Psst! Kor!"
That something was a blue ball point ren. Phoebe's blue ball point pen.
"What?" She whispered, trying not to draw attention to herself.
Phoebe pointed down at her feet feeling somewhat exsasperated. After all, she /had/ been trying to get Koraleigh's attention for five mintues or so...
Koraleigh adverted her attention to her feet. There, lying on the dirty white tiled floor right by her left foot, was a peice of binder paper folded up into eight sections. A note. As to not look suspicous, she very subtly knocked her pencil off her desk and then bent down to pick it up-along with the note. Hiding the note under the cover of her desk, she opened it up and read what it had to say.
I STILL don't trust her!
She rolled her eyes. Phoebe was being her usual paranoid self. She did this everytime someone new came and tried to be friendly to her or one of her friends. She'd go into "Pissy Bitch" mode and most of the time successfully drove the potential friend away. Right now, "Pissy Bitch" mode was in full swing and there was no sign of it stopping anytime soon. Sometimes she wondered how Phoebe expected to make any friends-if she did at all...
She waited impatiently for Koraleigh's response, rapidly taping her gloved fingertips against the surface of her desk.
Ugh. By the time she writes back class will be over!It's been like, fifteen minutes!
In her world, it might've possibly been a half an hour, but in reality it had only been a few minutes. After what seemed like forever, Koraleigh very casually threw the note across the aisle. Unfortunately, the note landed short of Phoebe's reach. She slid down in her seat and used her foot to drag the paper towards her. Carefully, she bent over, picked it up, and read it.
Phoebe, you're being STUPID and PARANOID! Just because she's trying to be nice DOESN'T mean she's automatically an enemy! She isn't going to steal your friends! Why can't you try to be nice for once? It wouldn't hurt, you know?
But before she could respond; before she could touch pencil lead to binder paper an ominous black shadow fell upon her, engulfing her in darkness. Like a theif in the night it came upon her and she looked up into it's terrible red eyes while trembling. Yes, even she trembled, for there were some monsters that even she was afraid of-and her biology teacher was one of them.
He snatched the note from out of her hands and examined it. With paper in hand, Mr. Mulford walked up to the front and faced the class. And suddenly the class tunred into ravanging wolves (metaphorically), eager to pounce on their wounded prey. Excitement stirred throughout the classroom as he started to read outloud.
"I still don't trust her." He said, taking a minute to pause and then started speaking again "Phoebe, you're being stupid and paranoid. Just because she's trying to be nice doesn't mean she's automatically an enemy."
She sunk lower and lower into her desk, once again wishing she could disapear into the florr. Whispers... Snickers... People were pointing and laughing at her. She just knew it (even though she was way too busy looking down at her desk to be sure) and her usually pale face flushed with color.
"She isn't going to steal your friends."
Embarassment. Anger. Indignity. All these powerful emotions coursed through her and she clenched her fists to keep herself from acting out her rage.
It wasn't right...
"Why can't you be nice for once?"
It wasn't fair...
"It wouldn't hurt, you know."
But then, not much in life is fair...
What once was barren and empty was now teeming with people. Like the desert after a fleeting moment of rain, the hallways now bloomed with life. Crowds of (mostly) anxious students, impatient to start their weekend, fought tooth and claw to get to their lockers and then scram. Hope had this very same midset as she pushed her way through hordes and hordes of her fellow highschoolers towards Phoebe's locker.
Ever since Cloud had gotten his driver's license (not to mention a car...) she, Ethan, and Phoebe had been bumming rides from him. It was tradition that Cloud would drive them to and from the mansion every day after school. Ethan would always be shotgun while Hope and Phoebe would sit in the back. Today was no different than any other day, except for the fact that today Cloud was in a hurry. This was friday afterall, and friday meant after-school soccer practice.
Upon arrival to her friend's locker she found that "pissy bitch" mode had indeed worsened. Phoebe stood in front of her locker door cursing profanities at it.
"Umm, Phebes?"
She continued swearing like there was no tomarrow and occasionally banged her fist against the locker's door, ignoring Hope.
"Phoebe?" Hope asked again, giving her friend the benifit of the doubt. Maybe she just didn't hear her.
"I'm kinda busy right now... Just gimme a sec, okay?"
"Phoebe-"
"Just a sec."
"But-"
"Can't you see I'm just alittle goddamn busy here trying to get this goddamn locker open!"
"Phoebe," Hope said in a flat, annoyed voice "That's not your locker."
A moment of silence quickly followed this comment as realization sunk in. She looked up at the locker number. Four sixty-two. Her locker number was four sixty-three."
"Ugh! Whatever..."
She walked over the next locker (her locker) and attempted to open it but the lock wouldn't budge. Thus began another long string of cussing that would've even shocked Holden Caulfeild!
"Why. Won't. You. Fucking. Open!"
Hope walked over towards Phoebe as she sighed heavily "You wan't some help?"
"No, I don't need help!"
"Are you su-"
"Yes," The stubborn purple-haired girl said as she tore off the lock and wrenched open her locker door "I a-"
Unfortunately, she never got to finish whatever she was going to say because she was cut off by a mass amount of books that cascaded out of her locker. Hope watched her friend fall down again-only this time she was covered in heavy texts. As Phoebe lay there, bordering on homicidal, a group of assorted genders (but mainly female) walked by her and Hope and all together exclaimed "How cliche!"
With that said, the wandering nomad clan, denouncer of cliche plots and overused stereotypes, left.
"Okay. That was random." Hope commented as she helped pick up the fallen books
"Is it me, or does the authoress have one massive case of writer's block?" Phoebe asked as she pulled out the script "She's already wasted tons of words and hasn't even covered any of the major plot points for this chapter!"
"Yeah, you're right!"
Hey! I'm doing the best I can so shut up before I get creative and have anviles fall on your heads instead of books!
So after the characters stopped criticizing the authoress and the authoress stopped torturing the readers with mindless babble, the story continued...
After freeing herself from the evil clutched of her school books, Phoebe began picking up the a thousand pund atrocites and putting them in her locker. It was then that she came across a bent-up polaroid picture lying on one of her locker shelves. She frowned, a bit confused.
What the hell is this doing here? Phoebe though I don't remember putting this here...
...But then again, she couldn't remember what she did two or three days ago.
"Hey, what's that?" Hope asked as she looked curiously at the picture her friend was holding
"A peice of crap."
"No, seriously, what is it?"
"A peice of crap."
"Phebes, you-are-being-ridiculous!" She exclaimed, emphasizing every word while trying to seize the mysterious picture from Phoebe.
"Hey!" The purple-haired girl exclaimed as she tried to keep the photo away from Hope "Stop! Get off me!"
"Just lemme see it!"
"No!"
"C'mon!"
"I said no!"
As the two friends fought for possession of the poloroid, they were too buys to notice that Jamie was running towards them.
"Hey Hope! Phoebe! Hey!"
Phoebe stopped upon hearing the oh-so-familar voice and whirled around; her eyes narrowed and she saw the spunky pig-tailed girl running towrds them. She jammed the photograph in one of her pants pockets and stomped off in the opposite direction.
"Phebes, come bacl!" Hope exclaimed "Phoebe!"
She just kept on walking, not once turning around to acknowledge her friend. It was possible that Phoebe just didn't hear her-but it was very unlikely.
"U-um," Jaime murmured "Maybe this isn't the best-"
"No...no, she always gets this way. Just ignore her..."
I wonder what's got her so pissed? I can't just be because of Jamie...
"This is kinda embarrasing, but...I forgot where we're supposed to meet."
"Ugh, we've been waiting forever, Cloud! Let's just leave!"
Cloud and Ethan sat outside on the school steps, waiting impatiently for Hope and Phoebe.
"Give them five more minutes."
"They know we have soccer practice! Phoebe's probably trying to get back at us for kicking that soccerball into her head!"
"What do you mean 'we'?"
"Hey! Sorry to keep you guys waiting."
The two boys turned around to see Hope and "the new girl" standing on the top steps.
"Yeah, well it's about time!"
"Sorry," Hope said as she flashed both Ethan and Cloud a big white smile. "We got alit- Hey, where's Phebes?"
Indeed, Phebe was nowhere to be seen.
"I thought she was with you?"
"I thought...nevermind; She probably went to the-her house with Koraleigh.
Whew, that was close... Gotta remember to keep my mouth shut about the mansion.
"Probably." Cloud replied
"We don't have enough time to look for her, anyways! We're late for soccer practice! Coach McCoy's gonna kill us!"
"Shit! You're ight! C'mon Hope! Let's go!"
Hope was about to follow her two firneds when she remembered that Jamie was also there. She hadn't said anything during the entire coversation-which was strange. In the hours that she had known Jamie, not once had she ever failed to engage in a converstaion. Hope turned around to face the short brunette only to find that she wasn't there.
Honk!
"Hope, we gotta go! Now!"
Het attention snapped back to Ethan and Cloud who were now in the car and honking at her.
"C'MON HOPE!"
She took one last look at the place where Jamie had been standing and then rushed off down the school steps.
Just twenty minutes had passed since the last school bell fore the day had rung and yet again Bayville High went from one extreme to another. Now, barely anyone could be found roaming the halls except for some staff members, Janitor Stever, and his janitor minions Gene and Don. Well, actually, there was once other... There was him: Todd Tolensky.
He was pissed, to say the least. Ms. Torres, his spanish teacher, had just gotten done giving him a month of detention and a twenty-minute lecture. Not like it mattered to him-he was already on academic suspension, and had several months of detention already. The only reason he hadn't been expelled yet was Mystique. In fact, the only reason the whole Brotherhood were still in school was because of Mystique. But it was a double-edged sword. While Todd got to do whatever he damn well pleased (and was somewhat protected by the vice-principal), he also had to deal with people like Ms. Torres... Because of her, he now had no ride back to "The Brotherhood House".
He sauntered down the hall, muttering to himself.
"Stupid...bitch...detention...no ride...homework..."
Speaking of which, Todd had tons and tons of make-up homework to do. He sighed heavily. Doing homework was the last thing on his mind. Afterall, tonight was the big night. Tonight was the night of the concert... Homewrok was out of the question. He and his friends had been anticipating this concert for months and spanish homework was NOT getting in the way!
As he approched his locker, he noticed that something was a little...off. There, lying on the floor, was the bent up and mangled remains of his locker door. It looked as if someone had tore it off and then proceeded to crumple it up.
"Alexia..." He mumbled under his breath as he picked up a broken hinge.
To add insult to injury, Todd found that all the things in his locker had been taken. He slammed his fist into one of the lockers and then recoiled his hand in pain.
"Goddamnit!"
Even though Todd wasn't going to do that homework anyways, it was the principle of the thing. And just as he thought this day couldn't get any worse, there came a glimmer of light that shone through the darkness. The locker to his left had no lock. Nothing to pretect it from thieves. No one around to witness anything. It practically screamed "please steal me!". He reached over and slowly opened the locker door, hoping to God that there were books in it. And oh did the cherubs sing when he found that the locker did indeed have books. Not only that, but the spanish book he needed was there.
It was perfect-almost too perfect.
But did that stop him? No. In fact, he didn't even hessitate when he reached for it. Sadly, Fate was against him and just as he was about to grab the spanish text, a loud voice echoed throughout the hall.
"Hey! Hey, that's my book!"
Todd glanced over his shoulder and saw that a girl was running (well, actually she was out of breath and jogging towards him-but then, who cares?) towards him.
"Hey..." She said, as she stopped and panted in front of him "That's mine. What're you doing with it?"
"Well...uh..."
"Hey, I know you! You're in my spanish class!"
"Uh...yeah..."
"I'm Jamie, remember? The new girl from second period?"
"Umm, well, no...not really yo."
"Oh, well, my name is Jamie!" she exclaimed, smiling brightly "I'm new here!"
"Uh... My name is Todd. I'm not new here."
"Well, I kinda figured that! But what I'm confused about is why you have my book?"
Todd sighed in defeat, "Okay, okay... You caught me. But I have a good reason! Seriously, yo!"
"Oh really?"
Despite his better judgement to just take the book and run (like he had originally planned), he decided to try and talk things out.
"You see, it's kinda a long story..."
"How about we talk about it over some icecream?"
He had done it. At long last, he had finally done it! After months of living under bridges, eating in soup kitchens, and using old newspapers as toliet paper he had finally done it. He had landed a job! But not just any job; a job playing the guitar! His passion! Could it be any more perfect?
With twelve dollars in his pocket and a large smile on his face, he walked down the street towards the barber's shop. The man had told him to 'make himself look presentable', so he figured that he'd get his hair trimmed and buy some new clothes. Of course, Alex needed more than just a mere trim. In his many months of poverty, he hadn't cut his hair-so now he looked eerily like Fabio (or Sephiroth). He was going to need alot more than twelve dollars to just make his hair look presentable!
He found a barber shop with one of those cool looking blue, red, and white swirly pole things. He glanced inside the window and saw that there weren't too many customers. Just a couple of middle aged men, a father, and his ten year old son. Perfect! He wouldn't have to wait that long to lop some of Cousin It (his hair) off his head.
Had he actually taken the time to look at the interior of the barber's shop instead of the number of people, Alex wouldn't have made his next (embarrasing ) error. As it was, he didn't pay attention to much of anything! The only thing he was thinking about was his soon-to-be fashionable hair. If he had paid attention to the interior, he would've understood why twelve dollars just would'nt do. The floor was made of black and white checkered tile that seemed so clean that one could probably see his or her own reflection!The seats of the chairs were made of red velvet-okay, they were immitation red velvet but it looked real. Twenty five cent candy machines were placed next to the spitton (which of thankfully empty of spit at the moment) by the large glass door with the stores hours painted in gold on it.
All in all, it seemed like a pretty fancy place. And for every fancy country-clubish place, there were always facy country-clubish people. These were the types that he met upon entering the shop. Most of the men stared at him with "what the hell is someone like you doing here?" looks on their faces. The child however, inexpirenced in the ways of social skills, asked aloud what was on everyone's mind.
"Daddy? What's a bum doing in here?"
The father in question glared at his son and motioned for him to shut up.
"Well...uh...you see..."
"What can I do for you son?" The barber asked as he glanced up from cleaning his electric shaver.
"I was hoping that maybe I could get a haircut. I have twelve dollars..."
"Well, and here I was thinking you didn't have any money. Take a seat..."
Alex walked happily over to one of the velvet seated swivle chairs and sat. Everything was just going so perfectly... Just like he had hoped.
Before he could tell the barber what kind of trim he wanted, the barber had already begun snipping-and without even giving him a smock to wear! Blonde locks of hair fell on the floor in piled of what seemed like spun gold. He felt his head getting lighter as more and more of his hair was cut. And as more and more was cut, he got more and more nervous. He didn't want his precious hair to be too short (God forbid...), it might ruin his "rockstar" image.
"Do you-"
"Done." The barber said, jamming a mirror into Alex's hands.
He took it and peered into the hand mirror and-
"I beat you! I beat you!"
Mallori did her victory dance (which scarily resembled the dancing in the popular hit "Thriller") in the small Ben and Jerries ice cream store, proclaiming her triumph to any who would listen. She'd won the long standing bet between her and her friend, Luke.
"I finally got a job! IN YOUR FACE TO OUTER SAPCE!"
A month had passed since she had been dumped here. One whole month and since that miserable day, she had been living in a single room flat (S.R.O.) trying to get the urine stains out of the carpet. The only good think that had come out of this perhaps, was her new friend. In fact, he was her only friend-for now anyways. It was he who had made the bet that she could never get a job...and it was he who had lost. Mallori now danced in front of him, rubbing in the fact that she had proved him wrong.
"Yeah, yeah..." Luke said as he scooped some strawberry icecream into a cone for her
"You don't need pants for the victory dance, 'cause I R's better than weasle!"
He shook his head, smiling, and watched the quirky girl dance around and sing the "I R Baboon" song. "You might wanna eat your ice cream before it melts."
She walked over to him and releaved Luke of his burden.
"So tell me about your job"
"Oh it's great!" Mallori replied in between licks of strawberry ice cream "I get to work behind the scenes of the concert tonight and wear those cool sequrity guard radios! And I get to meet The Lanturnz! The Lanturnz!"
"Oh, aren't they a local band?"
"They're not just any local band! They're the BEST band EVER! They won several Battle of the Bands last year and now they're comming out with their fist CD! And I'm gonna meet them! Me! Can you believe it! And since you're comming too I thought-"
"I can't go..."
"Why not! I thought you said-"
"So how did you get the job?"
He was changing the subject again as usual, and even though Mallori thought it was strange, she decided not to press it further. She knew he had this annoying habbit of dancing around something he didn't want to talk about.
"But you know what sucks?" She asked (though she didn't stop talking long enough for him to answer the question) "There's this girl that I have'ta work with-"
"Oh God...I know where this is going."
"Bloody hell! She's such a BITCH! She kept on glaring at me and then when the boss was introducing me to everyone I'd be working with she was all like 'I'm not working with her!'. So you wanna know what I said?"
"What?" Luke asked, a smirk on his face "What did you say?"
"I said 'If you don't shut up I will eviscerate you. with. my hat.'"
"With that thing?"
Mallori took off her balck skullcap and held it up in his face threateningly "Hey! I could eviscerate her and you with my hat!"
He grabbed the skullcap from her and placed it on his head, grinning "So, how do I look?"
"It looks great on you!" She replied sarcastically "The kitty ears make you look so manly."
"Thank you! I think so-"
The door of the small ice cream shop opened suddenly, triggering the small silver bell situated on top of the mantle of the door to ring...
After agreeing to let him borrow her spanish book, Jamie took Todd to get some ice cream. Ben and Jerries was a ways off from the highschool so they had a fair ammount of walking to do. During the walk over there, the two of them talked about many things; about both their likes and dislikes, their hobbies, their friends, their favorite music bands...
They talked about life...
Fifteen minutes flew past them in what seemed like seconds and they found themselves standing outside the front door to the ice cream store. Being the gentlemen that he was, Todd opened the door and let his mew female friend walk in before him.
"Ladies first yo"
She smiled, glad that chivalry was alive and well, and walked inside.
There were two people inside the Ben and Jerries: one male and the other, female. The female was as pale as the vanilla ice cream the shop sold and wore an excessive ammount of silver earrings. The male also possessed the smale snow white skin, wore thick eye glasses, and an unusual orange colored sweatshirt. Perched on top of the boy's head was what appeared to be a black skullcap with kitty ears. When the boy saw that they were not alone he immediately took off the cap, all the while turning reder and reder.
"U-uh..."
"I'll have a rocky road yo" Todd said as he walked up behind Jamie "Oh and, put it in a waffle cone."
"And I'll have a vanilla with whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles in a waffle cone!" Jamie exclaimed
"You sure you need all that sugar?" Todd asked, alittle disturbed at the ammount of sugar the already (nauseatingly) sugary girl planned to eat.
"Yup!" She replied, bouncing on the balls of her feet and smiling.
The boy started to scoop their ice creams into two large, crispy waffle cones-while Jamie waited eagerly for her's to be ready.
The pale earringed girl (who reeked of goth!punk) glanced over at Jamie and grinned as she shook her head. "I...better go. Boss man told me to be there a couple hours early 'cause the Lanturnz are gonna be practicing. Don't wanna miss it!"
And before the ice cream boy could so much as look up and wave goodbye, she was gone. He shook his head. Despite his friend's goth!punk appearance, she was the most happy-go-lucky person he'd ever met. Although her lack of seriousness did peeve him from time to time... He had doubted that she could ever get a job with that lack of seriousness. But she had proved him wrong-which he was happy about but...something about her new job bothered him. There were too many inconsitancies. Why would they fire a fifteen year old to work backstage? Why not hire someone older with more expirience?
"Umm...hey...Hey! Can we have our ice creams now?"
He snapped out of his daze and immediately handed over the customer's ice cream. He'd done it again; he had spaced out. It was no wonder his friends called him "Spacy". He looked to the door Mallori had run out of.
Maybe he was just being paranoid, but he had a bas feeling about this concert...
Jamie flounced over to a small two-person table where Todd sat. She handed him his ice cream and sat down in the seat acroos from him.
"So, you've heard of The Lanturnz?"
"Huh?" Jamie asked "What are The Lanturnz?"
"A local band. They're playing at the concert tonight and they're supposed to be really good but...you wanna know what I think yo?"
"What?"
"I think they're a bunch of overblown wannabe punk rockers who try to immitate Green Day but can't pull it off. Anyways, Alexia knows them, and if she knows them, they must be jerks."
Jamie laughed, took a lick of her ice cream, and replied "Geez, you really hate her, don't you?"
"Well yeah! And you will too, when you meet her tonight!"
"Huh? What do you mean 'tonight'?"
"Come with me to the concert! You can meet my friends and I can get you backstage yo!"
"But," Jamie replied, looking abit disapoointed "I'm already going with some people..."
"With who?"
"With Hope! She's my new friend! Did I tell you about her? I don't think I did. She's really nice...except her best friend Phoebe. She's sooo mean! I hope she doesn't come. Oh! And she INSULTED Lilian Braun! She's my favorite authoress! How-"
Before she could continue on her sugar induced rant, Todd grabbed her by the wrist, making her drop her ice cream.
"Hey! What're you doing! You made me drop my ice cream!"
"C'mon. I have something to show you." He said as he pulled her out of the Ben and Jerries.
"Where are we going!"
"It's a suprise! You'll see when we get there yo."
Free will. It's what defines us as humans and seperates us from all other life on our small planet. Free will leads to choice, and our choices in life shapes our future...our own indivsual destiny. And destinies can shape history. One man's choice can affect an inummeral ammount of people; you, me, your next door neighbor, some man living in Australia... The possibilities are endless and often times we find ourselves regretting those possibilities that became reality in our life. And sometimes no matter what choices we make in life, the unexpected is bound to happen. And that one unexpected even that occured the night of the concert affected not only the ones who were there to witness it, but many many others as well...
The wheel of Fate was turning that night, and not a soul was prepared for what was about to take place...untill it was too late.
Whew. That was long! Anyways, I hoped you liked it. As you can see, the concert is going to get uh...well... I'll shut up now. I don't want to give it away. Also, is this a long prologue, or what? I think it is. It's like, a three part prologue!
Thank you for reading! Now, if you'd like, please leave a reveiw. You see that little button that says "go" down to your left. Yeah, click that button and leave a reveiw if you'd like to. Anyways, untill next time, good bye!
Characters Who Made Cameos: Ethan (Haretrigger), Luke (Orange Juice), and Koraleigh (Moghedien17)
Rurouni Saiyan: Okay, I won't say it again...but we'll just say that in comparrison to yours, mine looks like roadkill. Your story is one of the best that I've ever read! ((fangirlish scream)) And you've written so many chapters! I bow down to your superior writting skillz! (Because "skills" ends with a "z".)
Haretrigger: Thank you! ((smiles)) I love the soccer scene too. I was inspired by a bad expirience with a very hard soccer ball that I had once... I'd rather not talk about it. But, you will see plenty more "soccer scenes" in the future. ((laughs evily))
WerewolfLass: Really? You've probably already read that book but...my favorite character was Lenny. He's such a great guy. The guy with the glove angered me though. He should die in a ditch. With evil bunnies knawing on his brains and... ((eyes widen)) I'm getting alittle too carried away, aren't I? Well, Phoebe's gonna be in for a tough time in the next chapters... Seeing as how a pile of books and a soccer ball hit her, it would be safe to assume other things like that are going to happen.
Chronoslide: Thank you! He's a great character!
Medea: And I'd be honored to have her! Since you worte alot in the bio form I sent you, Nepenthe has a very special part in the story-but I'm not telling you anymore. ((laughs)) I'll just keep you wondering.
Francesca Pascale: ((glomps)) Thank you! I love how you love my story! ((Laughs)) I'm so slow at updating though!
