Thanks to people who wanted to be in this story! That is SO Yoptastic! YAY! So here is chapter two, and I will be introducing my newest characters: Gin, but we call her Bumblebee, she is The Crazy One! Jenna, the Emo kid! Bryon, the Sarcastic Nerd! And the one and only, BURT! *From accounting…

"JOJO! GIN! It's dinner time!" Ned called up to his two oldest children, causing them both to groan in frustration. Gin was trying to help Jojo make a new instrument, she had grease stains all over her yellow and black stripped dress. Her shoulder length spiky brownish-red hair was pulled into a sloppy bun; it too had grease all over.

"Come on, we'll finish later." She stood up and held out her hand to her older brother. She was about six inches taller than Jojo, but she still looked up to him. Jojo rose to his feet and the two headed downstairs to join their family. Jojo sighed as they entered the dining room; everyone else was already in their seats. Jojo leapt into his seat, and Gin jumped into her seat and let in spin a few times before pulling herself up to the table. She giggled when her mother, Sally, rolled her eyes with a smile.

"Okay, Gin, would you like to say grace?" Ned smiled at his oldest daughter. She smiled back.

"Sure, daddy!" She waited for everyone to bow their heads and close their eyes. "GRACE!" She yelled as she dived into her food.

Everyone began eating just as fast, but not as crazily as Gin. Ned gave her a sarcastic look before eating his food.

Sally hit the button that made the chairs begin to turn. Megan was first to speak with her father.

"Daddy! Daddy! Look at this!" She pointed to her report card, "I got better than better than best on my Who-point-average!" Megan smiled, causing her glasses to lift up slightly.

"Great job, sweetie!" Ned and Sally both high-fived her as she continued down the line.

"Kelsey! Give me back my hairbrush!"

"Not until you give me back mine, Holly!"

"Hey girls, look! Over there!" Ned quickly switched the girls hairbrushes while their backs were turned, "There, much better!" He said as they hugged and went on their way.

"You know, Hun," Sally started, sipping her drink, "You'd think that Kelsey and Holly would figure out that they could just share brushes by now." She chuckled and grabbed Ned's hand, holding it in hers, "But it's so cute!"

"Sure, until that yelled at each other in the middle of the night," Ned laughed as Nelly came up to them.

"Daddy! Thank you so much for the new Whophone and all, but now a really need a Who-pod! PLEASE! Everyone else in my class has one!" She sighed.

"I know, I know," Ned sighed with her, "I'll see what I can do!" He said lighter, trying to make Nelly feel better as she passed by.

"DADDY LOOK! Daddy look!" Sarah and Cara had their hair going like a jump rope, only this time it was double-dutch.

Ned jumped in and hummed a little tune as he hopped back into his seat and let two of his daughters pass by.

"Toophes are coming, Wommy!" Headie said happily. Ned picked her up and swung her around before handing her to Sally for a kiss.

"Close enough, sweetheart." Sally chuckled.

"Wee!" Headie said as she passed by in her chair.

Jojo's chair was next, and he held his own plate in his hand and ate quietly. Ne was never a talker… ever since the 'incident' when he was nine… never mind. (This takes place as if Horton had never happened and I'm gonna throw in a few of my own original stories and reasons for Jojo and Ned's relationship as Father and Son… it'll be fun!)

"Hey Jojo!" Ned said happily to his silent son, "What's shakin'? What's happenin'? What's the word?" He made a very sad attempt to look cool. Jojo stared at his father with a look of complete and utter rejection that reflected in his dark eyes.

"Hey Jojo," Sally greeted her son with a smile, "What were you and Gin working on?" She asked kindly.

"OH! Okay, get this!" Gin ran up and hopped up so that she was hanging from the back of Jojo's chair, "We are drawing out the plans for a totally new invention! We, like, can't tell you yet, but when you see it! OOOHHH BOY! You are a gonna love it!" She laughed at Jojo's face, "Oh come on, big brother! It'll be so cool! Ya know what we shou— AHHHHH!" Gin, along with all that other Who's in the room, began to scream in terror as the house began to shake furiously.

"NED!" Sally yelled, grabbing hold of four of her daughters at once, holding them close to her.

"GET UNDER THE TABLE, NOW!" Ned yelled to the girls, and Jojo.

Speaking of Jojo, he grabbed hold of Gin's hand and the two dove under the table. All of the girls were screaming in fear, not knowing what was going on.

"NED! WHAT DO WE—" Sally stopped just as the tremble came to a sudden end, "—Do." She finished, wiping the sweat off of her forehead.

"Is everyone okay?" Ned rose to his feet and began helping the girls do so; as if one by one that girls heads began to top up from under the table. Several 'Yes's and 'Ah-huh's and such could be heard through the large dining room. "Good." The mayor began to walk around, helping his daughters.

"What the Who was that?!" Gin said in a loud, annoying voice, "That was so AWESOME! Let's do it again! WOO!" She pumped her small fist in the air before dusting off her already stained dress.

"Gin!" Sally looked at her daughter with a questionable expression.

"What? No one was hurt, right?" Gin grinned, wiggling her small eyebrows.

"Still," Sally rocked Headie back and forth, trying to calm her down, "Shh, sweetheart. It's okay!" She said soothingly.

"Fine," The Bee-like Who replied stubbornly, "You okay, Jojo?" She looked down at her brother who was lying flat on the floor, looking back at her with blank eyes.

He shrugged and pointed to a bleeding cut on his right hand.

Gin had to look away from the cut, "Does it hurt?" Gin asked quickly as she sat down next to him.

"Does what hurt and on who?" Ned began to walked over to his two oldest, "Jojo, are you okay?" When he saw Gin sitting down next to her bleeding brother, he ran and lifted Jojo to his feet gently. "Gin, call Dr. LaRue!" Ned yelled to his daughter.

Gin rolled her eyes before pulling out her Whophone, "Fine; LaRue's on speed dial." She held the phone up to her ear. "Hey LaRue, it's Gin." Murmuring could be heard on the other line, "Did it hit your house, too. Righteous!!!" She chuckled, "I know, it's not that good. Oh yeah, um, Jojo like totally screwed his hand and we need you to come take a look." … "Uh-huh, okay. See you then. Buh-bye!" She hung up, "She'll be here in five, kay?"

"Okay, get some bandages out of the cupboard and some wet cloths, okay?" Ned said while he set Jojo on the table and examined his hurt hand. Jojo simply rolled his eyes, even though his hand hurt terribly.

"Yup," Gin hopped over chairs and sisters and she headed for the bathroom, "Hey Mom, Jojo's hand is messed up and LaRue is coming over in about five minutes. Just wanted to tell ya!" She continued on her way.

"WHAT?!" Sally's worried yelled was ignored by Gin, "Jojo! Are you okay!?"

"Dramatic sigh," Gin said with a, um, dramatic sigh. She had just reached the bathroom when she heard someone nock at the door, so she turned and headed for that instead. It was LaRue.

"Hey, LaRue. Come on in," Gin moved so the tall, pink-haired Who could come in.

"Thanks, Gin dear," LaRue patted her on the head with her free hand, in the other was a bag, "Now how can I be of assistance?"

"Follow me," Gin said with a sigh, she lead LaRue into the shaken kitchen, "Dad, LaRue is here!" She pointed to her father and Jojo before walking up to her mother.

"Ah, Mr. Mayor," LaRue walked up to the two, "What seems to be the problem?" She asked with her small lisp.

"Jojo's hand, it's cut." Ned sounded worried but Jojo just sat there silently, "I don't know how deep, but it's bleeding like crazy."

"Okay, let's have us a look, then!" LaRue took Ned's place in front of Jojo and held his hand up to her face, "Not to deep, but you'll need a cast of some sort." She said after examining his hand for about ten minutes.

"Okay," Ned said, relived, "So can you do that here, or do we need to go to your office?"

"Oh, we can do that here, Mr. Mayor. Not a problem." She opened up her bag and began to dig through it, she pulled out a few little gadgets. A few of them made Jojo gulp slightly, "Don't worry, Mr. Mayor, I'll have it fixed in no time!" LaRue smiled.

"Good," Ned sighed and turned towards Sally, "Are the girls okay?"

"Yes," She said while holding about twenty or more girls in her small arms, "It seems Jojo was the unlucky one." She chuckled than looked towards her son, "Are you okay, sweetie?"

Jojo nodded without looking away from his spot on the wall.

"Okay," Sally said hesitantly, "Girls, let's go see what the damage is upstairs!" All the girls followed their mother out of the room.

"Gin, you should go too," Ned said to the last remaining girl, "I know you don't like stuff like this…"

"I'm fine," She said flatly.

"Okay," Ned turned to Dr. LaRue, "Do you know what caused the termer?"

"Not at all, we are all so confused!" She shook her head in frustration.

"Great," Jojo muttered under his breath, and even though Gin was the farthest away, she was the only one who heard him.

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BACK TO LYLLITH

As soon as a finished screaming, the bus showed up. I sighed… I must be crazy!

I rose to my feet and slipped the clover back into my pocket before I entered the bus. I pulled out two ones and handed them to the driver, "Hi Jack, how are you today?" I asked before sitting behind him in one of the seats.

"Oh, just peachy. Too bad about the sun though, huh?" The old man asked me kindly.

"Yeah, too bad," I yawned.

"Long day?"

"You have no idea," I muttered, "Hey Jack, can I ask you something?" I said with hesitation.

"Of course," He replied as he stopped the bus to let people off.

"Okay, well…" I didn't know where to begin, "Have you had the feeling that you were being watched?"

"Sure, all the time." He chuckled.

"I'm serious," But I laughed with him, "Have you ever, like, heard a voice screaming at you? Like, kinda like someone was floating around…following you and just…like screaming at you?" I sounded crazy…even to myself…

"Um," He seemed unsure as he pulled up to my street, "I'm gonna have to say no… Do you know that feeling?" He asked as I got off, he looked at me worriedly.

I made a few involuntary noises before answering, "No! Yawn! I'll see you later, Jack!" I waved to him as a walked up to the gate of my little community. God, I hated this neighborhood!

I scanned my little ID card and the gate opened with a "Welcome Home, Ms. Fon!" Spoken by a computer's voice.

"Yeah, yeah." I just walked passed it and headed for my house…er…mansion-like thingy… "Shut up, bitch." I said as I passed by the computer box. That box has seen a lot of damage, most of it—all of it—done by me and my handy spray paint!

My house was number 547, the, er, biggest one… I hated this life! You see(AN: No, I am not this rich.) my parents are very wealthy people. My mother, Dora, is a Therapist. And my dad, Larson, he's a doctor. My two older twin brothers, Jafar and Xavier, are both teachers at Nool University… Which is one of the largest collages in America… My oldest sister, Embrosia, is an Art Instructor for the NAOA: the Nool Association of Art. Big company, big money. My oldest brother, Carlisle, is my dad's assistant. He's a big fancy doctor, too.

I hate a few younger siblings; Emma and Jack, they're twins. They are both geniuses and are—even though they are four years younger than me—only one grade behind me.

And then there is me, the Gothic failure. Sigh.

Once I opened the door I yelled, "I'm home!" before climbing the stairs up to the tower, which was my room. On my way up the grand staircase I passed by Jafar.

"Hey, Lylli," He greeted me without looking up from the book he was reading as he walked, "Bryon called for you about twenty times, she sounded concerned. And Jenna called wanting to know about Friday, I think she was referring to a BNO, or some other nonsense. How was school?"

"Peachy," I continued on my way, stomping. And the loud noise of my combat boots made him look up.

"What happened?" Jafar glanced at me—looking away from his thick book—through his shaggy black hair, his blue eyes shimmering.

"Nothin'," I continued on my way, -- I would call the girls later— ignoring the worried look on his face.

"Doesn't sound like nothing," He followed me, I loved Jafar and all, but he was a little too over protective. I just kept walking and he followed, that is until I entered my dark room and slammed the door in his face.

"Lyllith," He said in a stern voice, tapping on the lime-green painted door, "What's wrong?"

"You. Now go away," I said, throwing my crap on my big bed, "I have homework." I think I do…

"Fine," He said, I could hear the shrug in his voice, "But I'll be back." I waited for his footsteps to disappear before I brought the clover to my face.

"How come you didn't hear me?" I asked it, "Are you friggin' deaf? Argh." I fell back against my bed with a soft thump, and I heard the screaming.

"Ah-ha!" I laughed, sitting back up, "I heard you!" I was yelling yes, and I swear I heard yells of confusion coming from the speck.

"HHHEEEELLLLLLOOOOO????" I yelled again,—just like before—but this time, I got an answer.

*~*~

WHOVILLE!

Just as Dr. LaRue slid the cast into place on Jojo's arm, the termers began again. She fell backwards and Jojo fell on top of her. Gin began to scream and laugh at the same time as the chair was sitting on started rolling all over the place. Ned, panicking, tried to reach for his daughter, but the chair was moving too fast. Just as the screams of fear that were coming from upstairs began to get loud, the shaking stopped. And everything was still.

"WOO!" Gin pumped her fist in the air, "That was AWESOME! Let's do it again!"

"GIN!" Ned yelled at his daughter, "Please, stop." He spoke more calmly this time. "LaRue, Jojo, you okay?"

"Sure am, Mr. Mayor." She stood and set her glasses back in place, "Jojo, dear, are you alright?"

He smiled from his spot on the ground and nodded. He rose to his feet and pointed towards the ceiling, signaling that he was going to his room.

"Wait! Jojo, be careful!" Ned said, but gave up as his son did not respond. "Okay, then."

Jojo climbed that staircase to his room, checking to make sure his mom and sibling were okay. They were fine.

Once inside his messy room, he shut the door and locked it. Jojo turned on a lamp next to his bed and looked over the blue prints for his and Gin's new invention, he was just about to set it down when a scream came from the pipe on his bedroom wall.

"HHHHHHEEEEEEEELLLLLLLOOOOOO?!?!?!?!?!"

Are you happy now, KiraKira-Kirimi? TAKE THAT! HAHA! EAT IT, FOOL! BWAHAHAHAHAHA! I mean no offence, but there! I introduced Jojo AND got to the point! HA! Thanx to all my YOPTASTIC reviewer and that one chick who was mean about my Fanfic not being perfect…whimper… oh WELL! REVIEW PEOPLE! REVIEW!