Ok, here's some responses to reviews:

vvvvvvvvvv Ok, what part was the sarcasm about?? Sorry, I'm always a bit slow on the uptake. Ask my friends about the time I hit my arm on a chair and said "ouch" almost a minute later. And I'm sorry I didn't put enough detail in there, I'll try to make this one more detailed.

lil' angel: Yay!!!!!!!!!!! U reviewed!!!!!!!!!!!! And u shall find out some about Becka in a few chapters or whatever. Sometime in the foreseeable future.

Green.Winged.Mistress: yay!! U made me feel loved!!

Silver-wind-on-moon: Hmm…I didn't know that. I've never read her books (dodges rotten eggs thrown at me) Sorry!! They seem a bit 2 fantasyish for me. I like fantasy that's kind of believable, not totally out there. N7 (see below) has though. I'm not sure if she's read them ALL, but it's still a significant number.

N7: Well, hopefully this chapter will clear it up 4 u. U should know the answer to this statement by now.

Chapter 2: Becka

I sat up and put my hand to my head. "Ugh," I said. "This is what a hangover must feel like." Not that I'd ever had one. I'd never even sipped a drink. I was, in terms of most teenagers, scot-free. Or Scotch-free.

Ha ha.

And that, apparently, had been the death of me—quite literally.

But wait—if I was dead, then how was I…well…alive?

"You're not."

Okay, where did that voice come from? Great, now I was dead and crazy Whoopee. Cue the confetti.

Note the sarcasm.

And what did the voice mean, "you're not?" I'm not what? Dead or alive?

"Neither."

There was that voice again! So now what, I'm schizo? Oh, joy.

"I'm not a voice in your head, okay? Just turn around, already."

Oh. Buh (A/N: Buh is the new duh. DON'T ASK.). Why didn't I look behind me in the first place? But who on earth could actually read minds and therefore know what I was thinking? Beats me.

Although, if I were dead, then this wouldn't be earth, now, would it? Wouldn't it be heaven? I didn't think it was firey and flamey enough to be hell.

Oh, shut up and turn around already.

FINE!!! I'm turning!! God.

It didn't occur to me until afterwards that this might actually be God I was communicating with—the voice was distinctly masculine, although I didn't think that God would be so impatient.

Maybe I shouldn't have used the Lord's name in vain.

I turned around slowly, preparing to get down on my knees and beg forgiveness, and saw a teenage boy standing there behind me. He was incredibly cute, with longish dark hair and eyes (well, the eyes weren't longish, obviously, but they were dark) and an olive complexion.

Probably not God.

There were about a zillion questions running through my mind right then—one of them being "You're not God, are you?"—but growing up with my mom as I had, I knew that RULE NUMBER 1 WHEN MEETING SOMEONE WAS TO ASK THEIR NAME.

I stuck out my hand. "Hi, I'm Becka. What's your name?"

He stared at me as if I had just fallen out of the sky.

After a moment's pause, he finally spoke. "Um, you know, you're really weird."

I stared back at him, offended. "Excuse me?"

"You're so freaking calm about this state you're in, just sticking out your hand and saying 'how do you do' like in those old British movies."

I was miffed (A/N: Isn't "miffed" such a cool word?). "I did not say 'how do you do.' And calm about what?"

"This state—well, I'll get back to you. It's too hard to explain." He crossed his arms at me. "And about the 'how do you do' thing, you implied it."

"How?"

"You offered your hand for me to shake. That is the internationally recognized gesture for the phrase 'how do you do.'"

I sighed heavily and rolled my eyes. "Oh, really? And what kind of 'international gesture recognition"—I made quote marks with my fingers—"school did you go to?"

He shrugged. "I watch old movies. Is that good enough?"

Point taken, I couldn't help but think. I silently growled at my subconscious, not caring how crazy that may or may not seem to someone who could apparently read minds.

I huffed (A/N: Ooh! Another cool word!). He had me beaten—and he knew it, too. He smiled smugly at me.

I did the heavy sigh/eye rolling thing again. "Okay, fine. Let's try this from the top. I will now pointedly not stick my hand out for you to shake. Happy?"

He sighed. "Fine."

"Okay, then. Hi, my name's Becka. What's yours? Notice that I am not implying 'how do you do.'"

"Yes, I do notice that," he said, an amused expression on his face. "Very well, then. My name's Fang, and I'm the leader of a group—okay, two other people, but that still qualifies as a group—I like to call the Flock."

HAHAHAHAHA!!!!! CLIFFIE!!!!!! ME WUVS CLIFFIES!!!!!

Ahem. Anyway, vvvvvvv or however many v's there are, how was that? Detailed?? Lol

And N7, is that clearing up enough for you?? LIKE IT ALWAYS IS??

I will try 2 update soon, but I think I should update my other story (The Upper Hand) first before there's an angry mob at my house because of it.

Toodles!

fluffy, who should probably start updating her other story, like, NOW…