So, hello, guys. Thanks for the reviews :D I know this is later than usual because I forgot :( Fail- So Ima makes Sophie late too. CRUEL! I know, but I have to!

SOPHIE

~A week after the atack~

I heard a knock on the door. "Come in," I said.

It wasn't Grady or Edaline.

It wasn't Alden, Della, Mr. Forkle, or Granite.

Not Teirgan, Lady Cadence, Ro, Sandor, Flori, Linh, Tam, Wylie, or Chan.

It was Fitz.

"Oh... HI, Fitz," I said.

I was dreading the worst.

"Um, Hey Sophie," He said back.

"can we go somewhere... Private?"

"Private?" I echoed.

"Private where?" I asked again.

"Maybe at... Calla's Panakes tree?" He asked.

This was getting a bit suspicious.

"Uhh... Why?"

"I need to ask you something," he replied.

"What is it?" can you tell me... here?" I asked, pretty sure what he was going to ask.

"Uhm... sure," He said, uncomfortably.

"Okay, then, what is it?" I asked, impatient.

"will you come with me..."

I finished his sentence for him. "To the spring dance festival?"

Just then, a VERY unlucky event happened- The door opened.

Keefe came out.

KEEFE

"Uh... Foster-"

"Keefe, I can explain," She said.

I stared at WonderBoy. He stared at me.

"Well," He said, "I was just going to ask Sophie to the Spring Festival."

"You already did," Foster pointed out.

"Right," I said. "So that means you're already taken."

Foster blinked. "Taken?' she asked, I'm that cute, curious voice.

"Well," I said, "you know what I was going to do..."

"Yeah," She beamed at me. "I do."

Wonderboy cleared his throat. "Ahem?"

"Can I offer you a throat cough?" I asked, and Foster snorted a laugh. Wonderboy narrowed his eyes. "No," He said, and stormed out the door.

"Wow, he's a grouchy one," Keefe observed.

"I know." Foster sighed.

"Hey," he said, "don't let him bother you. You can be happy, with or without him." I nudged Foster. "So stop worrying so much. Unless you're worrying if you would be good enough for me."

Foster punched his arm. "Of course not," She said, as she rolled her eyes.

I laughed. "See you tomorrow," I said as I headed out the door. "Sleep well."

"Don't worry," She said back, "I won't."

"Typical," I snickered.

"Back to you," She said.

SOPHIE

Doesn't Keefe know that I can't dance?

It isn't like how Edward asked Bella to the prom. It turned out that she could dance. I couldn't dance at all.

How would I survive this?

I groaned.

I walked out the door to her room. I headed for The Room Where Chances Are Lost(TM), in search of Jolie's dresses. Maybe Biana hadn't taken every last one.

I noticed Edaline, who was at her desk, obviously NOT sorting through stuff.

"Hey," I said.

"Hey," She said back.

After a while, Edaline said, "You are very cute together, you know."

I sighed. Of course, she'd bring this up. "I know you believe so."

"I think so?" She asked. "I know so. Also, I found this for you."

She held out a dress, which was shades of gold and red, and- had a train. And gloves. And a hat! And even its own shoes! All red and gold and very fancy.

I concealed a sigh.

"But," Edaline added, "I have this." And with that, she brought out... Scizzors!

She snipped off the train, put the hat and gloves away, and got some glitter off the shoes.

I stared at Edaline. She shrugged. "I try."

"Thanks!" I hugged her. She laughed. "I just sniped, brushed, and put away," she said, "but okay."

I put them on, and they fit perfectly. "Thanks again," I said and changed them off.

"I'm going to put them away. Bye," I said and hurried away.

I put them on my table and looked outside. I hadn't known how dark it has gotten... It was still a bit light when had Fitz came in.

She looked at Iggy, who was fast asleep, and as she drifted off herself, she noticed that she forgot to tell Grady and Edaline about the Jolie Imparter.

So, yeah. Don't worry, this is not the end But I just wanted to say, I sometimes forget to write this, and so if it comes out later than expected, I'm sorry. I've started in February, and I've had more than 90 days to write, and yet, I only have 11 chapters. (Sorry! And plus, 1/3 was the weekend, and I only get 6 hours to write.)

DEX

Who should I go with? Not Sophie, not Biana, then who?

Time to pay a visit to Sophie.

SOPHIE

A knock. Two knocks. Three knocks.

I dragged myself out of my dream and slumped to the door. "Dex!" I said as I saw him at the door. "What are you doing here?"

"Um, paying you a visit," He said, "Can I not do that?"

I rolled my eyes. "I mean, you're obviously here for something. You wouldn't drag me out of bed."

"Okay," He said, " I have a problem." "What is it? I asked."

"I don't have anyone for the dance."

"Oh my gosh! The dance! It's today!" I rushed to my bathroom, god my clothes, and hastily put them on. When I came out, Dex was staring at me.

"I know," I said, "I'm a mess." "YOu're not actually," Dex said. "You look really... pretty," He finished awkwardly.

"Um, thanks. Now for your problem. have you asked Biana?" I guessed.

"Yep. But she said no."

"Tinker?"

"YOu know that she doesn't come to dances," Dex said.

"Okay, fair enough. What about Marella?"

"Oh," he said, "I should ask her if she's not taken." Then he ran out of the room.

"Hey! No running!" I teased.

"Who are you talking to?" Asked the air.

"Ack! Biana!" I shrieked.

"Calm down," She said, shushing me.

"Oh, Hi," I said. The first question that she asked me was, "Who are you going with?"

"Oh. Keefe," I said. "What about you?"

"I almost chose Dex," She said, "But then I thought... I'm with Tam."

"Okay..."

"Bye!" Biana said and then went out.

"Hey!" I shouted after her.

"What? I only wanted to see who you're going with! Also, you look amazing!" She shouted back.

"Thanks," I muttered. "You too."

She sighed and went after Biana to the Dance.

"Wait up!" As I went down the stairs (And almost fell) and got out the door.

"Foxfire," I muttered as the light pulled m y.

THE END! Obv not the story, ofc, but with the chapter. s- Actually, three, for what, 1100 words. Okay then- Have a good day/night, for Bianagirl1020 (DON'T EXPOSE MY NAME P L Z) So the end. I hope Sophie gets some dancing lessons- Oh nvm 1168 words-