Hey! I'm too lazy to do review responses right now but I swear I will do them later. k? Okay so I like really don't know how this chapter is going to turn out. I think you've probably had enough of the whole, "we get in a play fight then make up and kiss and tell each other that we love each other" right? So this chapter will have a little trouble in it…..


"Hey!" I said while walking in the door way, "How was your day?"

"Huh?"

"I asked how your day was." I said

"Oh… It was fine."

"That's it? Just fine?"

"Why do you want to know any way?"

"Because I just want to know!"

"Well, it's not any of your business!"

"Excuse me!" We were yelling at each other now.

"Why don't you just leave?"

"Maybe I will!"

"Fine! See if I care!"

"You don't care about me now?" I said this very hurt

"Don't twist my words!" He was right next to me with his finger in my face.

"Don't you dare give me the finger!" With that I grabbed his finger and twisted it around

"Ouch! What was that for?"

"I'm going to my room."

"You do that!" My voice had grown soft and quiet but he was still yelling.

As soon as I got around the corner, I began to sob. I ran all the way back to my room and started grabbing all of my personal belongings, there wasn't much because most of it belonged to Erik. I stole a suit case out of his room and threw every thing into it. I ran back out to his music room where he was playing the piano. More like punishing it! He was pounding on it so hard I thought it would break!

"I'm leaving." I said calmly.

"Where do you think your going to go?"

"I'm going back home."

"I'm glad to here it!"

"Fine!" I ran out the door and up the many twisting, winding steps to the mirror. Since I wasn't sure if there was any one in there or not, I ran down another passage way for a while and looked for an additional opening. I finally found one. I ran out of it onto the stage. "That was weird. How did I get here?" I wondered.

I didn't even care. Just as long as I was away from that man, I knew that I would be fine. I ran all the way to the main entrance, and ran out, crying. I was getting a lot of weird looks so I grabbed a cloak on the way out. I threw it around myself and ran down the street to the place where I originally fell into this night mare.

It was a cold night. I was in the middle of an alley. I could here the noises of France in my ears. People are always yelling at each other. Why can't the world just be calm and peaceful? Why does every one have to fight? I drifted off to sleep right there in that alley way. I was so tired.

I remember hearing voices. There was a man's and a woman's. They sound like my

"Mom? Dad?"

"Richard she's awake!" I could here my mother's nervous voice yelling to my father.

"How long ago?"

"Just now!"

"Darling, are you alright?"

"Yea. I've been better though." My voice was very shaky.

"You gave us quite a scare!"

"How's that?" I asked.

"We found you on the street and you were dressed in the oddest cloths! You had passed out! Are you on drugs?"

"Yea mom, all the time. Gosh! Can I go a day with out being accused of being high?"

"We didn't accuse you of being high. We just asked you if you were doing any drugs!"

"What ever, It's the same thing."

"Don't use that tone with me, young lady!" I could tell that my mom was about to smack me, being in the hospital or not.

"Sorry. I've just had one heck of a night."

"Why don't you go back to sleep? We'll tell the doctor that you're conscious and then we'll be right back. Ok?"

"Okay mom. I'll see you guys in a little bit."

"Oh by the way," my dad said, "Andrew wanted to come by and see you."

"Andrew?"

"Yes. Did he propose?" He asked looking at my finger.

"You're getting married? I have to call every one and tell them! My little girl, Mrs. Andrew Farnsworth! Wait till I tell Betty! I think the dresses need to be pink with white flowers! Wouldn't that be lovely…"

"Mom! I'm not getting married! It was all a misunderstanding." I added sorrowfully.

"And the flowers will be yellow, and the … What?"

"I'm not getting married."

"Then why is there an engagement ring on your finger? I was to upset to tell her the truth, and I knew they would put me in the mental hospital if I did, so, I lied.

"It was for a play that I'm in."

"You're in a play? You're not even taking drama this year." Why did my dad have to be so practical?

"It's one that my friends and I are doing just for fun." Could they see right threw my lie? I knew my mother couldn't. She was to busy crying over the fact that I wouldn't be the next Mrs. Rich Farnsworth. My dad might be a little less preoccupied though.

"Okay… Well, it might turn your finger green if it's fake…"

"It is not fake! This is sterling silver with real diamonds and a real Rose Quartz!" I said defensively.

"And it's not an engagement ring?"

"Oops."

"I just caught you in a lie young lady."

"Dad, I really don't want to discuss it right now," I said, slipping the ring off my finger.

"Is this why you're doing the drugs?" My mother asked threw her tears, "So boys will ask you to marry them?"

"Mom! I am not doing drugs!"

"Melissa! Settle down! I don't think that this is the time, nor the place to discuss this. Let's go get the doctor, and get something to eat, ok?"

"F…f… fine." She said, faking a stutter.

"If Andy comes, just let him in okay?" I requested.

"Alright. We'll be back later."

"K. See you in a bit."


Amazing! This is 3 and a half pages! That's a lot! Lol Please comment! I heart you!