CHAPTER 2

It was now nightime, and the alchemist test was tomorrow, plus, to make my life just that more painful and plessant, I had to attend. I didn't get to sleep until 12:59:56:52 that night.
I woke up this morning, ate some cereal, and started working on my appearence. I heard a knock on the door. I had been brushing my hair when I heard that knock, so I went to the door, with my brush in hand, and opened the door, holding my brush threatiningly. I think if I had to choose, Mustang was more afraid of my face than anythng else, but whatever it was, his reaction was hilarious.
His eyes widened, and he started running through town, screaming; "Alien invasion! They've eaten an alchemist, and stolen her identity!". I closed the door and continued working on my image. It took an hour for Mustang to, 1, stop screaming his head off, and 2, find his way back to my house (it was hard for 2 reasons, for starters, he was lost, and also, my house was somehow impossible to find). When he was trying to find his way back to my house, he spotted me, and ran up to me. "I'm supossed to be escorting you, you know." he said.
"I know." was my simple response.
"Are you trying to make me look bad?" he asked angrily.
"No. Not really. But if you like I could. Would you like me to try?" I asked calmly, while Mustang's face was trying desperatly to look scarier. All it acomplished was looking more and more retarded.
"No..." he mumbled.
"What was that? I didn't quite hear you..." I snickered.
"NO!!" he yelled.
"Am I pissing you off?"
"YES!!"
"Good, I've accomplished my goal!" I jeered happily.
"I hate you."
"I'll let that one pass."
Soon we arrived at HQ, and when we did, I automaticaly was put on an unimpressed aura.
"Why are you in such a bad mood?"
"Because we're at HQ, I now have to listen and put up with your sarcastic comments, and it's the day of the test, so I have to wait around in absolute bordom while almost everyone else in the room is taking the test. Would you feel any better than I do? answer: no."
"I'm sarcastic?" Mustang mumbled, raising an eyebrow in question.
"Yes you are. It's freaky how I can hear so well, is it not?" was my response.
"mmmmMMMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMMM" was all that mustang grumbled.

END OF CHAPTER 2

writen by: Cassandra Leah Babiy
edited by: Cherine Oltmann