I've decided to let the author out, because she wouldn't shut up, even with the duck tape on.

Man, I love Kelsey. And now I'm going to be nice and put out more chappies.

First, Nicole. Yes you know what I'm going to say. Stop reviewing my stories three times in a row so that other reviewers can have a chance. Thank you.

Okay, now I've got three new chapters up. I hope you like them because I might not get to update much later. A) I'm going camping this weekend and B) I'll be in Washington D.C. for spring break. But if I'm nice, I'll trust Kelsey and Nicole to put up some new ones with good revision. Or I'll revise and let them post, I dunno...

Disclaimer: Don't own it. Never have, never will. End of story.Though I do own a nice hairbrush, I got it last week. It's new, and it's mine!

Note: Kelsey's POV


Boredom

"I'm bored."

"Kelsey, you've been here for six days! Take a chill-pill!"

"Okay, Allie!" I giggled, looking up random stuff in the appendices. "Hey! Today's Halloween!"

"No . . . really?" Amanda sat up from her perch on the windowsill, her eyes bright. "Dude! We could dress up and go trick-or-treating!"

"Cool." Nicole threw a ball into the air and caught it again before sitting up. "I wanna be–"

"I wanna be Legolas!" Amanda giggled, racing into her bedroom. The rest of us stared at her door.

"Man, all she has to do is slap on a tunic and leggings!" Allie complained before sitting up excitedly. "I'm Arwen!" she squealed.

"No! I am!" I snapped. "'Cause I get to marry Aragorn!" Allie opened her mouth to protest, then shut it quickly. "Thank you."

I raced out of the room, hearing Nicole mutter, "Why is she going out there to get a dress?"


Allie's PoV (yeah, I thought we needed a PoV change...)

I stared at Nicole, thinking, which was a really rare thing for me to do, thinking, that is.

"Oooh . . . I could be . . . Frodo!" I yelped. But before I could run away, Nicole grabbed my arm.

"Who can I be?" she shined. I stared at her.

"Uh . . . Pippin? Merry? Gandalf?" I squeaked. "Or how about a hippie? Or an angel? Or the Devil? Or–" Nicole let go of me, and I raced into my room, immediately throwing all of my clothes on my bed before I stopped. "Hey, a hippie's not bad . . ."


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