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I'm going back to Sara, because I feel like it.

The reason for the choir thing comes up in this chapter.

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"Hello Leggy!" He looks at me slightly fearfully. I simply smile. My dogs start barking. "What is it?"

"Hello in there?!" Comes a British voice from outside the door, then a thumping like of a shoe on the door.

"Now who could that be? As if I didn't know…" I say, getting up to get the door. The boys whimper. Opening the door, there is a girl with blonde hair, a large duffel bag, and a sleeping bag standing there. "Hey Ella. Come on in." I take her sleeping bag.

"Thank you." She says.

"Oh no, not another one."

"Aragorn, be nice! She isn't going to be swooning over anybody in particular, just a little over all of you." Then to Ella I say, "You will have to sleep out here, I haven't got anymore beds."

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"And it's raining." Paris observes.

"Yeah… and is this a surprise to you?"

"I thought California was supposed to be sunny." Eruanne says, who is playing a game of 'poke the Aragorn'.

"Ha! We aren't far enough south. We would have to be around Disneyland for it to be sunny and warm in November, and not on the coast. It's even worse up near San Francisco."

"Oh! We get to bring our dresses for choir home today!" Eruanne remembers.

"Oo, that's right!" Keira agrees.

"And our concert is tonight!" I add.

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When we get home from school, the three of us have black dress bags with the school insignia on them and our names.

"Sara, I want to show you something." Paris calls.

"Not now, Paris. We have to get ready for the concert. We have to be there in a few hours."

We have a quick dinner, and my dogs start whining. I get up and get out my laptop, sending the nine of them back to the Crown of Stars series.

"Quiet, thank you." Nine of them was getting to be a bit much.

"Can I show you now?" Paris asks. All of the girls get dressed, Keira, Eruanne, and myself in our Les Chanteuses dresses, Aus, Angie, and Ella slightly dressed up. Not really too much, though.

"Evil shoes…" I mutter, coming down the stairs. Character shoes are not comfy.

"What about the boys? They can't really go dressed like that." Aus says. I look at them, then go to my trusty laptop, and put them all in button down shirts and black slacks. Legolas in a medium green, Aragorn in a rust/terra cotta, Paris in medium blue, and Will in dark red.

"Better?" They nod. "Good." I smile. Paris takes my right hand, twirls me three times, spins me towards him, and dips me, causing my toe to point into the air. He brings me back up, and I stare at him.

"I tried to show you before, but you were too busy."

"Wow. One question, though. Were you watching KQED or something this morning?" He nods. "Aus, try to keep them away from educational television in the mornings, will you?"

"Okay, I'll try."

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In Aus's truck there is Legolas, Paris Sergeant Keira and I. In Ella's truck there is Angie, Will, Euranne and Aragorn.

We drive to the collage, chatting the whole way.

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"Oh, that was so fun!" I say as we get inside. I'm just glad we have Friday off. Three day weekend, yea-ha.

We all change into sleep clothes, and then come out and sit on the couches.

"Oh! I just remembered! I went out and got it today." Aus exclaims, jumping up from Legolas's side.

"She got what, when?" Angie asks, confused.

Wine. No. Frickin'. Way. Rum, too.

"Shh," She says, putting a finger to her lips. "Don't tell anyone. If anyone asks, I didn't give alcohol to minors."

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Sorry for taking so long to update. I'm bad. School has drained me of most creative inspiration, so I will blame it on that.