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"The difficulty is not so great to die for a friend, as to find a friend worth dying for."
-Homer
Mysteries Deepen
"-And then they both went right through the wall!" I finished, still a little shaken. Mr. Lancer frowned then sighed.
"Silver hair, you say?" He questioned, "Did he have iridescent green eyes, too, Mr. Manson?"
"Dunno, I never saw his face," I said honestly. Actually, I was surprised the teacher hadn't called up the mental ward yet. That, I suppose, was what convinced me that this ghost stuff wasn't all just urban myths to scare new kids. Not that I had been scared. Drowning, Fires, Being in car crashes those things scare me.
Having a ghost nearly kill you? That was downright terrifying.
Bigger then my fear, though, was my curiosity. After all, ghosts were supposed to be things of myth and stories, that they could actually exist got a person thinking. I wanted to know more about what was going on even more then I wanted to just curl up under my bed and burst into tears like a baby.
My attention was back on the Headmaster as he sighed roughly, suddenly looking very tired.
"And here I hoped he was finally gone for good," Mr. Lancer murmured, "Not a sign of him all summer, and now two ghosts attack before the school year even officially started…" Two? I wanted to ask him about the second attack, but before I could Mr. Lancer gave me a concerned frown, "You weren't hurt, were you?"
"No," I answered frankly, "Just a little freaked out," Mr. Lancer smiled sympathetically.
"Seeing ghosts will do that to you," He said knowledgably, "The first is the worst one, though. After that, it tends to get less frightening. And the fact that you're roommates with Mr. Fenton will probably help…"
"What's Danny got to do with anything?" I asked, confused.
"His parents were ghost hunters, which makes him a prime target for attacks," Mr. Lancer explained. "He's usually attacked at least three or four times a week. Indeed, the fact that you were with him only seconds before the monster assaulted you makes me wonder if the attack was originally meant for him. If you want, I can see to it that you're moved. Mr. Fenton had a room all to his own most of last year, and I'm sure he'll understand-"
"No!" I said a little too quickly. Then, I hastily added, "I mean, how cowardly would that be? Running and hiding from a bunch of ghost? HA!" I laughed nervously, trying to hide a blush.
The fact remained, though, that the Grim Reaper himself could attack me, and I still wouldn't want to give up having a room with Danny Fenton.
"I doubt most students here would agree with you there, Mr. Manson," Mr. Lancer said dryly, "By it's your decision, I suppose. Just remember my door is open if you change your mind, though it would help it you did so quickly, after November, your room is permanent. Now it you'll excuse me, I have to find someone to clean those scorch marks. Please return to your room, Mr. Manson, it's already getting fairly late into the evening."
I didn't need to be told twice, diving out of the office as fast as I could. Mr. Lancer was a little nicer then my first impression of him, but that still didn't make him someone I was comfortable around. It took me a while to find my room, since I still wasn't familiar with Casper High yet, but once I did find it, I had a new appreciation for the safety it offered me.
After what Mr. Lancer said, I was half expecting to find a ghost ready to attack me as soon as I entered the room. There wasn't, of course. Nor was there any trace of Danny, who had disappeared right before the ghosts attacked me and hadn't been seen or heard from since.
Remembering what Mr. Lancer told me, I was a little worried for a second that he'd been attacked after me, but when I saw all of his drawings had been moved from the TV to a nice looking black portfolio he'd been in too much of a hurry to even shut. He'd turned the TV off, though, which was another plus for him (Saved some electricity.) and also even took the time to tape a message to the TV screen.
His writing was a little more scrawl here then it had been on his artwork, suggesting he was indeed rushed, but I found the fact that he took the time to write instead of leaving me wondering strangely touching.
'Sam-
Think I got sick after lunch today, so I went to the
Infirmary. Dunno how long I'll be there, but don't
worry if I come in late.
-Danny'
"Sick, huh…?" I frowned. Now that I thought about it, he did look a little pale before he took off for the bathroom. I just hoped it wasn't something serious.
Sighing, I tossed the note and flopped down on the couch. I considered watching TV for a second, then decided not to. I doubted any of the shows I liked were on, and was not in the mood for any movies.
I paced around the house a bit, trying to think of something to do when I caught sight of Danny's computer.
Normally, I wouldn't think of touching someone else's property, but I couldn't help but notice a new version of DOOMED was there, and I found the urge too great to resist.
Tina and I played DOOMED all the time back home, and I had been proclaimed the Great Goddess and Indisputable Queen of DOOMED. I was untouchable, with enough weapons and cheats to beat anyone and anything.
So, I logged in.
Username; Chaos
Password;
E-mail; thing I saw was that Tina, who was on my Friend's List, was on, too. Along with Victor, Megan and Lisa. All of them immediately pounced on me as I blasted some newbies that tried to take me out.
GerbilGal- Sammy? Is that you?
Flinch on my part here. Didn't Lisa ever learn?
Chaos- Haven't I told you not to call me that?
Pause to blast away at some ninjas that tried to attack me from behind.
VictorE- Yep, that's Sam alright…
Iycee- Thank you for that deduction, Detective Vic. You okay, Sam? You're parents are flipping.
I grinned, happy to know they were getting their just desserts as I took the first Silver Key to the Apocalypse from where it was hanging from a tree.
Chaos- Fine, Tina. I'm just settling into my new home.
Gem- Where are you?
Iycee- That doesn't matter, Megan, as long as she's safe. So? Do you like your new freedom so far?
Chaos- Well… things are a little different then I thought they'd be here…
VictorE- Different? How different?
'Well, I was attacked by an undead dragon for one.' I thought dryly as I fought some guy who actually seemed like he might be sort of a challenge. (Beat him in like, five seconds flat.) Instead of telling Victor this, though, I decided to take a different approach.
Chaos- Well, I've met this guy…
…
Chaos- Guys?
…
Chaos- Hello?
…
Chaos- Okay, this isn't funny guys!
I scowled at the computer screen as it loaded the next level. I mean, sure I didn't have a booming social life but come on!
GerbilGal- REALLY? O.O That's sooooo great, Sammy, I'm so proud of you! When's the wedding? Am I invited?
My jaw dropped when I read that. Lisa was a really sweet girl, and extremely entertaining in the fact that she was about as random as they come, but unfortunately she wasn't the brightest crayon in the box, and was also horribly naïve. Which was why I completely lost my balance after reading that, and ended up crashing over on the ground.
I laid there for a second taking deep breaths before I got up again, straightening the nice, comfy black computer chair and reading the conversation that'd taken place during my bout with shock.
Iycee- I'm pretty sure that Sam hasn't taken it that far, Lisa…
Gem- So? What he like? Is he cute? Does he have a brother? Where'd you meet? When did you two hook up?
VictorE- 'plugging up ears' NOT LISTENING TO THIS CONVERSATION!
Iycee- 'rolls eyes' You are such a guy, Victor…
VictorE- LALALALALALALALALA!
Iycee- Anyways, What is the deal, Sam? If you like him this guys gotta be a catch…
Chaos- Actually, there's a chance you know him, Tina.
There was, too. I'd been invited to every party Tina's family hosted for their extended family, So who's to say Danny didn't get the same luxury? I though about this for a second as I took out twelve guys at one, and realized how lucky I was that I never actually had a conversation with Tucker at said parties.
Iycee- I do?
Chaos- Well, one of your relatives knows him…
Iycee- 'rolls eyes' oh, THAT helps!
I grinned. Tina had the same attitude about her large family as Tucker, though I truly doubted he really felt that way about it.
Gem- Well? Is he cute or not?
I frowned a little here. Megan was more Tina's friend then mine, as another scholarship kid at my old high school, and honestly I didn't like her boy crazy attitude, especially rich boys. If she ever met Danny…
Chaos- First of all, he's not a boyfriend, just a guy I met. And there's more to this guy then his appearance, Megan. There's his sense of humor, his creativity, his smile…
VictorE- LALALALALALALALALA!
Iycee- That's a 'Hell yes' in Samish, Megan.
…Have I mentioned that Tina can be really annoying at times? Like now for instance?
Chaos- Haha. Have any Detectives talked to you guys yet?
Iycee- Just me and my parents. You shoulda heard my dad tell the loser off, it was gold! I taped the convo and sent it to the e-mail you put up here that your parents don't know about. Check it out ASAP.
I grinned again at that. I'd always liked Tina's dad…
Chaos- Will do.
VictorE- So anything interesting happening? Other then the punk, I mean.
I rolled my eyes. Victor flirted with me every chance he got, despite the fact that the chances of me ever being interested in a date are none-to-less. He wasn't serious, though. At least not completely. Besides, his crush on me wasn't anywhere near as serious as Tina's crush on him. That combined with the fact that I could never see him as more then a friend made him totally off-limits.
Now he just needed a good, swift kick where the sun doesn't shine to make him see that he and Tina are perfect for one another…
Chaos- No, Oh Stupid One, nothing else you need to know about.
VictorE- He keeping his hands to himself?
Chaos- Would I still like him if he wasn't?
Iycee- Score: Sam-1 Victor-0. Don't quit your day job, kiddo.
VictorE- The whole world is against me…
Chaos- Come again?
Iycee- Megan and I are taking part in a country-wide scholarship program, with representatives form fifty different schools. We're hoping to gain a better education.
Gem- And meet cuter and/or richer guys.
GerbilGal- And Mom already said she'd let me go to whatever school they get into.
Chaos- What about you, Vic?
VictorE- You kiddin'? Only a third of the schools in it are Co-Ed. Curse Gender Segregation! Isn't that illegal, anyways?
Gem- It's your own fault you don't have any guy friends.
VictorE- Not true! I'm friends with Eric, ain't I?
I jumped when I heard a noise behind me and flinched guiltily.
Chaos- Gotta go, guys, my roommate just got back and I don't want him to know I've been using his computer.
And, with that, I logged out and turned the computer off, but not before seeing one last message from Victor that told me I'd said too much.
VictorE- YOU'RE ROOMING WITH A GUY?
"Danny?" I called out, pushing the chair in. "That you?"
"Hey, Sam," Danny sighed as he entered. My eyed widened when I saw him.
He looked like someone had thrown him through a wall, battered him, and maybe dumped him into a fountain. That wasn't all, either. Three thin red lines made their way up his arm, as if he'd been cut by some sort of blade.
"What attacked you?" I gaped, stunned beyond belief.
"It's nothing," Danny assured me, "I just fell down."
"Fell down what, Mt. Everest?" I snapped, glaring. I'd put up with his lame cover-ups before, but it was obvious now something had gotten its hands on him and used that to their advantage.
Danny didn't acknowledge that, though. I doubt he even hear me, since he looked pretty wiped out.
"What about you? You get hurt when that ghost dragon attacked?"
"No," I answered, "Freaked out, yeah, but I managed to get away before it could hurt me, thanks to that other ghost,"
"Good," Danny sighed, trudging towards his room, "I'm going to bed. You should turn in, too, It's almost midnight," My eyes widened as I turned to the clock and saw he was right. Had I really been playing DOOMED that long? Wow, time flies…
'Wait a second…'
"How did you get past the Dorm Monitor?" I asked, "We're not allowed out past ten!" Danny didn't hear me though, shutting his door behind him with a 'click!' I scowled at the closed door for a minute before heading off to my own room.
I hated not knowing what was going on…
"How many of you have been in a life or death situation?" A few eyebrows went up at Mr. Marchez's abrupt, random and admittedly personal question. And, after a slight pause, a few hands went up, mine included. Had he asked this question yesterday, I would've been one of the people giving him an 'are you for real' look. It was one of the perks to living a sheltered life I supposed.
I noticed Danny's hand was up, too, and couldn't help but wonder how many life-or-death situations he'd been in. After all, Mr. Lancer said he was the main target for ghost attacks…
"How many of you have had something you've had to fight for something you truly care about and ended up getting hurt because of it?" A few more hands went up, and mine and Danny's were some of the ones that stayed raised. After all, it was my bout for the bunnies that sort of got me into this situation in the first place.
"Okay, last question, How many of you have ever loved someone and lost them?" My hand went down, along with several others. As a matter of fact, only three hands were raised, Danny's included. "Good, good…" Mr. Marchez grinned. "Your first project of the school year will deal with these moments in your life. The emotions felt in these moment, your anger, your fear, your desire, those are at their peak in times like these, and we never forget them. Therefore I want you all to design something that expresses these emotions."
"Isn't that a little personal?" One kid in the front asked, clearly offended.
"Damn straight," Mr. Marchez said unapologetically, "But then, art is supposed to be personal, isn't it? All of you have some need, some passion that you express through your work, or else you wouldn't be here. And those of you who're just here for an exploratory credit should get the hell out and join up sewing, cause this ain't an easy ride,"
"Can't you be a little more specific?" another boy complained.
"I'm not doing your thinking for you," Mr. Marchez snorted, "That's what is world is coming to now, no ideas of their own! It's all generic… hmph." Danny and I shared grins as the students who hadn't met Mr. Marchez before looked around, clearly wondering if the teacher was really as crazy as he looked and acted.
I couldn't help but notice that my roommate looked a little tired, though, and wondered what time he'd fallen asleep at. He was already gone that morning when I got up, and I didn't catch him at breakfast, either. Tucker had given me some half babbled excuse about eggs not agreeing with Danny and him having to do some project in English or something, so no help there either.
"This a group project, Teach?" One of the older students asked lazily. Like Danny, he seemed used to Mr. Marchez's quirks.
"Yep." Mr. Marchez said, "You'll all sit with your groups for the course of the project, and ten minutes at the end of every class is devoted for critique. That's another thing, all you pansies who spout off about how sensitive artists are better get the Hell out, too. Having ideas isn't enough, you gotta learn to see from other people's points of view, too. Besides, life ain't all roses and sunshine and you gotta grow up sooner or later. Danny's the crown jewel here, since he's the only advanced student who had his hand up for all three categories, so the group that gets him lucks out. Any more questions?"
"When do we start?" I asked.
"Today, of course. Waste no time!"
"What sort of mediums can we use?" One student asked as over the scrape of chairs for supplies.
"Whatever you're most comfortable with for now." Mr. Marchez said, "I wanna see your best, so I know what to teach you, what your good with and what you should just forget entirely."
I brightened at this. This assignment actually sounded sort of fun. Debating between the two I'd raised my hand for momentarily, I decided to go with the whole Life-or-Death thing. The emotions he's wanted were stronger in that situation, after all. I saw Danny rummaging through some markers, and after a moment's hesitation, I went up to him, tapping him on the shoulder.
He yelped loudly, jumping in fright and wheeling around in one move and swinging an arm out to defend himself. Luckily I just barely dodged it, since I had no doubt he would've accidentally given me a black eye with that strike.
"Jumpy much?" I asked, a little shaken with his reaction.
"Never sneak up on Danny before noon, newbie," The same older boy who'd asked if this was a grouped project chuckled. "Last kid who tried got himself a concussion," Danny blushed brilliantly.
"Sorry," He murmured as the kids around us dived right back into the conversations our little show had interrupted. "Didn't get much sleep last night."
"Noticed that," I said dryly. Then, a little more concerned, I added, "You okay?"
"Fine," Danny said, lifting his sleeve as evidence, "I'm a fast healer,"
My eyes widened. Fast Healer nothing! There was no sign of the deep scratches that had been there not even eight hours earlier. Actually other then the fact that he was really, really tired, Danny seemed in top physical form. It was almost cool in a creepy, superhuman sort of way.
"Wow," I said, impressed, "That's… wow. I didn't know it was possible for people to heal that fast, Superman," Danny flinched for some unknown reason.
"Y-Yeah well, it runs in the family." He stammered, quickly gathering his supplies and dashing back to his seat. I blinked.
'Okay… Cute, but a little unpredictable.' I thought dryly, picking up all my supplies, which consisted mostly of charcoals, 'Wonder what the big deal is, anyways?'
Was he attacked by a ghost last night? I though back to those scratches. I guess they could've been made by that dragon thing that attacked me… I was too busy with the teeth and the fire to see if it had claws or not, though. But what about that other ghost?
"No Ghost is killing students on my watch, pal!"
He sounded serious when he said that, so how did it get away from him long enough to attack Danny? Then there was that ghost himself, too. From what Matt was saying the ghosts in this school are bad news, but that didn't sound like the sort of thing an evil ghost would say… was he (as corny as this sounded) a good ghost?
I had a sudden thought of Casper haunting Casper and had to bite back a snicker.
"What's up?" I turned to see the older guy from before eyeing me curiously.
"Nothing," I answered. "Just random thoughts. You know,"
"Nope," The kid grinned, "Anyone here'll tell you I have the brain capacity of an infant. Lower around pretty chicks. I'm Nate. Nate Dobson."
"Sam Manson," I introduced myself, wondering if I should take offence to the 'chicks' comment. I hate degrading names like that…
"I know. You're Danny's roomie. Gotta admit kid, you've got guts…"
"Oh?" My eyebrow kicked up.
"Yeah. I mean, Danny's a great guy, really quiet but still better then asses like Dash, but You couldn't pay me enough to stay in his dorm for a day, let along live as his roomie."
"You're that afraid of ghosts?" I said skeptically.
"Hey, you haven't seen what these things are capable of," Nate said defensively, "Especially the strong ones…"
"I saw that dragon ghost thing," I informed him.
"And on the ghost scale from one to ten, that one rates a three at most," Nate told me dryly. "Well, at least that's how a ghost hunter rated it when they came to try and take out Phantom."
"Phantom? Casper's main ghost?" I said, getting more interested in the conversation.
"Yeah. If you've seen any ghosts around here, you've probably seen Phantom, too. It doesn't take long for him to show. Think he can feel 'em out or something…"
"Wait, was he the one in the black and silver jumpsuit?" I asked, my eyes wide.
"That's him." Nate confirmed, "I think he might've been a student here, ya know? Though why he's sticking around is anybody's guess. Maybe he's trying to get some payback for Lancer. Seems to be doing a damn good job. The jerk's lost whatever hair he had left trying to figure out just what to do about him…"
"He didn't seem evil to me," I told Nate, crossing my arms.
"Phantom's kinda a wild card," Nate shrugged, "Nobody knows anything about him, other then his name and appearance. And he had to tell us the name part. Before, everyone called him Inviso-bill." I flinched, feeling a wave of sympathy for my savior for putting up with such a terrible name.
"So, How does Phantom rate?" I asked.
"They gave some babble about him still being a young ghost and yadda ya. You might wanna ask Danny, he understands all this ghost tech stuff better then anyone else here, since his parents were the world's leading expert on ghost hunting before they disappeared." I jerked up at that.
"Wait, disappeared?" I repeated, "Danny's parents are missing?"
"Yeah," Nate said casually, "They were working on some hush-hush project overseas about a year ago and no one's seen a trace of them since."
"Danny didn't mention anything…" I said, frowning. Then I realized he hadn't really spoken of his family at all, save the casual reference of having a sister. And that was more thanks to Tucker then Danny himself.
"He doesn't like talking about it," Nate shrugged, "Still kinda in denial I guess. Can't blame the kid for hoping, no one wants to think that their family's gone for good."
"Guess so…" I said, glancing at Danny again. "He really keeps a lot to himself, huh?"
"I guess," Nate said thoughtfully, scratching his chin. "That Foley kid's the only one that's really close to him. Between the ghost thing and his own weird behavior, most guys here like to pretend he doesn't even exist."
'Weird doesn't begin to describe whatever he's into, pal…' I though dryly, glancing at Danny's arm again.
"The girls at Wendy aren't much better, 'cept his sister. He's got it bad for Paulina Sanchez like almost every other straight guy in this school, but she doesn't care if he's alive or dead." My heart dropped to my shoes.
Danny liked Paulina.
DANNY liked PAULINA?
DANNY LIKED PAULINA?
How unbelievably unfair was THAT?
"Danny likes Paulina?" I asked casually, though it was a little strained.
"Yeah, but she's only got eyes for Phantom," Apparently my skepticism showed on my face, since Nate gave me a helpless shrug. "Ghosts attack Wendy as much as they do Casper, and Paulina plays the perfect damsel in distress." Then, in a falsetto Spanish voice he added, "Oh, Phantom's my hero! He saved me from all the big bad ghosts! He's so cool and brave! We must be destined for one another!"
"Ease up, Nick. I can tell you right now Phantom ain't interested." Danny called absently from where he sat. Nick threw a wadded up ball of paper at the back of Danny's head as the rest of the class laughed at his expense, which my roommate caught easily. I couldn't help but grin.
'All-boys schools,' I decided, 'had a much more interesting flair to them then all-girls schools.'
"Okay, should I go with the blue shirt or the red one," Tucker asked nervously as he held both shirts against him. Danny and I rolled our eyes and groaned.
"You're asking her to a dance, Tuck, not proposing," Danny reminded his friend dryly.
"Yeah," I added, "And if she really likes you, would she even care what color your shirt is?"
"Come on, guys!" Tucker protested, "I really want to impress Valerie!"
"And what makes you think we know any more about what kind of outfit a girl would like to see you in then you do?" Danny countered.
"Yeah," I said. It wasn't a complete lie after all. I didn't care what Tucker wore, and like I really knew what a Wendy girl would want to see him in.
Danny, on the other hand…
'Bad girl! Bad!' I chastised myself soundly, shaking my head to banish such traitorous thoughts.
"Sam?" Danny asked, concerned, "You okay?"
"Fine," I answered at once.
"Hey, who're you two gonna take to the dance, anyways?" Tucker asked suddenly, "I mean, are you gonna make another try at Paulina or not, Danny? Cause if you are, you might wanna get moving…" I felt myself withdraw from the conversation a bit at that. Another? Meaning he'd asked her out before?
"Yeah, of course," Danny said, "Who else could I ask? Not that there's like any chance of her agreeing to go out with me, but who knows, I might get lucky…"
'Yeah, because anyone who's dating that shallow witch is the luckiest guy on earth…' I thought bitterly as I munched on my salad.
"What about you, Sam?"
"Not going," I answered at once.
"Why not?" Danny asked, his eyebrow raised.
"I don't like things like that," 'Cover or not, I an NOT going on a date with another girl!' "Besides, I'm too new here, no one would want to go out with me."
"Come on, Sam, even Danny goes, and he never gets a date!"
"Thanks Tuck, thanks a lot," Danny said sarcastically.
"Besides, I don't even know anything about this dance," I said.
"It's just a sort of Welcoming back party they hold at Wendy's before we throw Homecoming here." Danny explained, "They have a different theme every year."
"What's this year's theme, anyways?" Tucker asked Danny.
"Masquerade Ball," Danny said in feigned excitement, before rolling his eyes and adding, "Jazz's idea."
"That doesn't sound as bad as they could've made it," I said, bemused.
"True enough," Tucker agreed, "Last years was 'Fairytales come true,'"
"Pure irony…" Danny added dryly.
"Why?"
"First attack on Wendy, and by the dragon ghost that tried to take you out," Tucker explained.
"Wow, that is ironic…" I laughed. "Think this ghost had a fix for parties?"
"Yes," Danny and Tucker answered as one.
"More then you'll ever know…" Danny added. I laughed.
"Anyways, I'll ask Valerie at the big game on Friday," Tucker said, "And while I do that, Danny can introduce you to the Wendy girls that might be interested in going out with you."
"I already told you-!" I started, but Tucker had already taken off to rummage through the rest of his clothes. Danny shook his head.
"Maybe Tucker has a point," Danny said, "I mean, you would've want to stay in the dorm by yourself while everyone else is partying, right?"
"I'm not going," I said firmly. Danny sighed and stood up as well, going to throw away his trash.
'At least,' I added to myself, an idea coming to me,'I'm not going as Samuel…'
WoM- Danny isn't making things any easier for our girl, huh? 'chuckles evilly,' Ah, well. I don't doubt almost all of you saw this coming, and those of you who didn't are probably gonna say you did because you don't wanna look like idiots. Ah, today's society… Lovely isn't it?
Thanks to;
Myst
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linkmaste
Anne Camp aka Obi-quiet
Tetsukon
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Still trying to fly
conan98002
Sam-n-Danny1
Rachel
I Brake For Ghosts
Light Dragon SunsSong
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starrobin4eva
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divinedragon7
conan98002
FlamesofAnubis
Questions;
linkmaste (Thank you! And yes, Mr. Marchez is gonna play a big role. I like him, too. He's like a male version of one of my art teachers.)
Anne Camp aka Obi-quiet (I can understand and respect that, but I'm also trying to be realistic about the fact that this is an all boys high school. I go to a public school and the language there is MUCH worst then I'm making it in this story. I'm keeping it clean, compaired to that... Yea, Mr. Merchez was actually inspired by my Comic Illistration Teacher. 'laughs' Any wonder that's my favorite class?)
Light Dragon SunsSong (SONG OF THE LIONESS! 'squeals' Oh man, I'm a HUGE Tamora Pierce fan! I adore Alanna with all my heart, but I didn't even make a connection with SotL and this until you brought it up. PS. If you like Pierce, check out her other quaterlet, Circle of Magic. It's my favorite series by her.)
divinedragon7 ('laughing' kinda just came to me. Like I said, I'm surprised no one thought of it sooner...)
Next Update- December 6th.
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