Author's Note: Okay, I'm so sorry I haven't posted in a while, but I've had a severe case of writer's block. DON'T MURDER ME IN MY SLEEP, YOU! Anyways, I don't know how to do Blue's intro. Here's the list of choices I've made, so if you would be so kind as to pick one… then I can get rolling with Chapter three.

Blue is…

A. Attending a Suburban school

B. In the Woods

C. Attending a New York school

Thanks for this, and don't worry, these won't affect the ending in any way, I have a plan for Ditto and a vague one for Blue; all I need is his intro.

Thanks for your patience with me, all 2+ of you (I wish I didn't have mutes on my hands here!).

The Ditto

((P.S. Yes, my account is named after my character, not vice versa.))

And since I'm really not supposed to write entire chapter AN's, I made you all a little filler. Aren't you glad you have me?

Ditto's POV

Never in all my years have I been in a library as long as I was that day. I typed and typed and typed until my fingers threatened to fall off. Seriously, how hard can flying people be to find? I found a blog, something about teeth or jaws, but how can a blog help me? It's just a diary, right? I also found a lot of old articles about flying kids, which got me so hyped that I nearly vibrated out of my chair. But of course, no names or addresses were mentioned, just how 'cool' and 'exciting' it was. I did manage to find out that there's about six of them. Or was, I didn't honestly know. By the fourth article, I was so frustrated that I actually got kicked out of the library for hitting the computer. It was not my fault!

So after that i scoured the city, looking for another library, but I gave up when I saw a hot dog vendor. Those guys are always easy to steal from. Just order one, pretend to dig around in your pocket for money long enough that the man is done getting it. Then just hit and run. Oh, ya, I'm good.

So I flew with my hot dog, watching amusedly as helicopters searched for what I could only guess to be me. I even flew right in front of the thing, just because I love attention. But they lose me too easily at night, so I decided it wasn't worth it. It was around eleven when I finally began circling the park for a good tree. I touched ground and folded my wings in, changing my previously Asian-themed appearance back to my usual self. I decided a walk would do me good before I slept.

I shed my jacket at the base of a tree and put my hair up in a tight bun. I pulled glasses from my pocket and finally, I was set.

My feet made uneven crunches as i danced down the pebble road, making sure to step on every leaf I saw. I watched planes zip at about the same speed I could, and helicopters flutterred still, some not even trying to find me anymore. Then I heard the voices.

"So you beleive she's still in that area?" I whipped to face the voices. They came from two people, surrounded by at least a half dozen people, half of which were insanely handsome, the other half in familiar navy uniforms.

"Yes, she can't have gone far; helicopters reported seeing her within the hour about one thousand feet up."

"Good, secure-" But I was gone before I knew what they wanted to secure. I had was racing away at top speed. The whitecoats were here!

DunDunDunnn! You know you saw that coming.