Okay, I know that you are all pretty severely angry that I havn't updated recently. But you have to know, school is gonna start soon, my brothers going back to college tommorow, and of course, the reason why I couldn't write.

I'm sorry I was unable to update, But just one thing happened after another! Okay, first reason I couldn't update was because we had a power outage, and when the electricity finally came back on, I plugged in my computer only to have it spark and sizzle like the Fourth of July. Turns out I had left it on and fried my power supply. So after two days of hunting through our JunkShed (I don't know if you have one, but in our family, anything that's broken, but has usable parts gets thrown in there) I finally found a oldy computer, but the power supply intact. so I took it up to my room and prepared to do surgery on my computer. But then I lost the freaking screwdriver, spent two hours trying to find it till it magically turned up beneath my freaking bed underneath a freaking pile of clothes. Yeah, if you can't tell, I was getting pretty frustrated. Then I finally unscrewed the covering on the computer and...SNAP! A part of the power supply broke off. I was just about to go into a apocalyptic (Is that how you spell it?Apocolyptic, acopolyptic, ah whatever...) rage when my oh so calm brother walked in and offered to do it IF (there's always an IF with brothers. ) I cleaned his room. I was desperate, so I said yes. BAD mistake! In the few days that he was staying, he had managed to trash the entire guest room; I'm talking about garbage shoved in the corners, clothes hanging off the lampshade, chips and crumbs and God only knows what else strewn across the floor, and a suspicious smell of forbidden foods (Mom tends to be a nutrition freak; in a sense, forbidden food tends to be cookies, cake, and other yummy food and he didn't even share!) He finished fixing my computer in aout three minutes. Me to clean his room? FOUR HOURS. I'm not exaggerating. What makes it worse is that just the day after, TODAY, in a sense, I peeked into his room and nearly broke down sobbing. Messy messy messy... I wonder why my mom doesn't talk him up about it? Probably given up by now...

So anyway, I'm sorry. I went out of town to my grandparents farm, and wrote two new chapters for this story and saved them on a floppy. Unfortunately, I returned home to find that none of the computers in our house have a floppy drive. So, I'm afraid you'll have to wait just a little longer till I can get a ride to the library and use the oldy computers there. So, I'm sorry! APOLOGIES ALL AROUND FOR BRINGING YOUR HOPES UP THEN DASHING THEM TO PIECES ON THE GROUND WITH A FALSE ALARM UPDATE. Please don't be mad. Okay, I've got to go! Just heard the smoke alarm go off. In my house, it means its either a fire, or my brother has finished cooking dinner. Hey, anyone want a charcoal briquette? I don't know what it is with the guys in our fanily...all of them are lousy cooks except for my uncle Louie. (Note: My uncle's name is not really louie, but I'm not going to give his name away! Plus, Louie sounds more like a cook name anyway.) He makes the most wicked apple fritters. (Hey! Don't bash 'em till you've tried 'em!) Hmmm, smoke seems to be drifting into my room, and the sounds of yelling have been kicked up a notch...I better see what's going on... Take care!

Wise White Dragon