Okay sorry if you were expecting more from this last part - it's just that the continue will not fit in the title and genre. Sequel (last part of the trilogy) coming up soon! PLEASE R&R this!

- Shaula, promise me you won't do that again! – said Frankie holding her hand.
Shaula just turned away in bed and tore her hand off Frankie's.
- Shaula, please… - the girl pleaded – I didn't mean to hurt you, just…
- Leave me alone.
- Shaula…
- I said leave me alone!
Frankie sighed, then headed off the room. Wilt, Eduardo, Coco and Mac were waiting at the door.
As the door closed, Shaula slowly curled up and beagn crying silently. She fell. Her wings moved slightly… but not enough to make her fly. Broken wings… she fell as if she'd jumped off the window. Luckily Eduardo was there and caught her just in time.
Sheila, oh Sheila, please come and take me home!

In the meantime, Terrence was watching, of course, The Loved and The Loveless.
As one of the main characters took out a paper and a pen, ready to write a poem to the woman of his dreams, he got an idea…
Dedicate her a poem!

Sheila looked at the paper she received from the teacher the first day at her new school, which included all the names, addresses and phone numbers of her new classmates. She reached for Terrence's name…

That evening, Mom came in with a letter in her hand.
- Terrence…?
No answer.
- Terrence!
Silence.
In the end she opened in his room, where he found her son nervously nibbling at his pen while writing something on a large piece of paper. The full trash can was clearly indicating that he must have been trying to do this something all day.
- Terrence, I guess this one's for you.
She handed him a small envelope.
- Any new girls at the school?
Terrence looked up, his eyes shining.
- Don't say more!

Terrence slipped under his bed to make sure he was alone with the little dark yellow envelope, which slightly smelt of perfume. (Okay, well, there were a couple of spiders and two flies, with three dirty socks in addition, but he didn't care – spiders, flies and socks aren't best known for reading other people's letters.)

Terrence, meet me at the junkyard tomorrow at 3 PM. Don't you dare being late! - Sheila

THE END? (No!)


Okay... Terrence's WONDERFUL poem included in the first part of the sequel! That'll be fun, I hope... I tried hard on it!