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"Hello?" Jojo replied, a little creeped out.

"Hello?!" The voice replied, muffled. "I can't hear you very well, can you speak up?" The voice, Jojo noticed, sounded relived and frightened.

"Um, sure?" He raised his voice slightly, as to not bring attention to himself. He didn't want his Dad to come up here, "Is this better?"

"Yes, who's there?" The—um—woman asked the small boy.

"Um, this is Jojo McDodd. The, er, Mayor's son?" He internally slapped himself for saying his name to the strange voice.

"The Mayor's son?" She sounded shocked, "Like, there's a Mayor down there?"

"Down there? Where?" Jojo was confused.

"Um, well…" She sounded worried, her light voice trembling. "I don't really know how to tell you this, but your living on a, um, speck."

"A speck?" Jojo raised his dark eyebrows, "I, um, hate to disagree with you—oh voice from the drain pipe—but I live in Whoville."

"Well then, Whoville's a speck." She chuckled nervously, "Your whole world, it fits on a flower in my world."

"Okay, I give up!" Jojo laughed, "Who is this? Gin, is that you? Or is it Burt, from accounting?"

"No, this is Lyllith. Lyllith C. Fon, to be exact." Jojo could hear the shy smile in her voice.

"Okay, um, Lyllith." Jojo placed his hand behind his neck nervously, "Um, where are you?"

"Um, I think I would be in the um, sky?" She sighed, "I must be so fat compared to you…" The girl added quietly.

"Ah-huh…" Jojo began to search his room for his hiding sister. "Where are you Gin? I know you have to be here…"

"Don't believe me? Well, I wonder what will happen when I put you in the shade…"

"This is SO ridiculous!" The small Who laughed, "I mean how—"

"DARK!"

All of a sudden, the sky went black. And Jojo's already dark room went even darker…

"Holy shiz—"

"LIGHT!"

The sun sky became blue again. Jojo ran to his window and hopped up onto the ledge. Watching as the sky became black to white and back again. And none of the Who's seemed to care.

"DARK, LIGHT! DARK, LIGHT! DARK!!! LIGHT!!!" She giggled. "Did it work?"

"Um, I, ah, hmm…?!" Jojo stuttered.

"Jojo? Is everything okay down there? Hello?" Lyllith's voice out of the pipe with a worried tone.

"Um, you tell me… You're the one holding the, um, speck." Jojo chuckled bleakly.

"Oh, well." She sighed in frustration. "Don't you worry, Jojo. I won't let anything happen to your, um, world."

"Um, hold on a sec." Jojo ran from his room without waiting for the girl's—Lyllith's—reply.

~~~~LYLLITH!~~~~~

"Oh, wow…" I said to myself, "Oh, WOW!" I screamed with excitement.

"LYLLITH!" My mother screamed from her office down the hall. "BE QUIET!"

"SHUT UP, FAG!" I yelled back, knowing it would get me in trouble. I could almost hear her rage building up, it would only be a few seconds before she exploded.

"LYLLITH CORALINE FON! GET YOUR SORRY RUMP DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!"

"Yeah, yeah." I set the clover in a small vase of water on my large window pane before walking out of my room. I passed by Embrosia on my way down to my mother's wing of the house.

"You're gonna get it, Lyll." She muttered as she sipped her small glass of tea. She peered at me from over her glasses."Mother is not pleased." She continued on her way, flipping her dark brown hair behind her shoulders.

"She never is," I muttered as I knocked on mother's office door.

"Come in, Lyllith." I opened the white door and sat down in 'Lyllith's Seat' as my sibling called it. It was a big black chair in front of mother's desk… And I was the only one who was ever told to sit in it so mom could scold me for something.

"Hi, mother dear." I said with a fake sing-song voice and smile. "How was your day?"

"Lyllith," Mom shook her pointed head, "Why do you feel the need to do this?" She took off her round glasses and pointed at me with them. "I will not tolerate that form of language in this house, young lady. Especially with EmmaLeigh and Jackson around. It's bad enough having your mouth around here—" Harsh much, mother. "—I do not want them speaking in such a manor."

"Look, mum," I said rolling my eyes at the aging woman. "Fag is not a cuss word. If I had called you a bitch, that would've been cussing; but I did not."

Her curly black hair seemed to frizz higher as she spoke, "Lyllith, I know you and I never quite got along, but can we please come to just one simple agreement?"

"No." I said simply, shrugging. "I don't want to make any agreements with you."

"Goodness, Lyllith." Mother set her chin in her worn hands. "I swear that I do not know where you get your lip! Your father was never this touchy! And dear Lord, Embrosia was always such an angel. Even dear EmmaLeigh is a kind child. But you…" She trailed off.

"Yes, mum, I know. I've heard it before." I stood and began to walk out of her large library of on office.

"Lyllith come back here!" She yelled at me, but did not rise. "Fine, but you will be talking to your father when he gets home tonight."

I slammed the door on my way out.

I walked quickly towards me room, not wanting to run into Jafar again—he would just love to talk to me ab—

"Lylli," Speak of the Devil, and the Devil thus appear! "Wait up, please."

I made a break for it and dashed for my room, but Jafar was very fast…

He literally tackled me into my room, and we both ended up on the floor laughing. I almost hit my head on my tall, triangle book shelves but I managed not to get a concussion. Jafar landed about a foot away from me, with his arm under my neck; the fabric of his grey sweater tickling me.

"So what do you want Jafar?" I asked in between my laughter, sitting up.

"I want to know two things," He sat up next to me, removing his arm from my shoulders. "One; why did you look so scared after school?" I looked sad? "And two; Why were you sent to your chair to talk to mom?"

I sat cross legged next to him, "One; I have no clue. I'm just always pissed." I shrugged, "Two; I called her a fag…again…" I chuckled.

"That's not very nice, Lylli." Jafar looked at me skeptically, before smiling and pushing my shoulder gently.

"I know that, retard." I pushed him back a little harder, but still softly. "I just lose my tamper with mum sometimes—all the time."

"I know, I know." He sighed, "You do need to work on that." My brother smiled warmly.

"Uh-huh." I rose and picked up my cell-phone. "Leave. I need to call Jenna and Bryon. Love you."

I didn't look at him before he left.

"Again I say, we will talk later." He shut the door behind him.

"Whatever, bitch." I muttered before hitting speed dial number four.

"What up?" Jenna's empty voice answered on the second ring.

"Hey chick, did you call earlier?" I fell back against my bed with a soft thump.

"Yes, I wanted to make sure that this week's BNO was still on for tomorrow." I could hear her music in the background; it was her drums. She must have me on speaker again as she played.

"Yup, it is. Unless the mother ship comes back to destroy the world, but I think we're good." I laughed.

"Haha." Was her quiet reply.

"So, where were you today?"

"At the park with Wyno; what about you?" She stopped playing for a moment before picking up a different tune.

"At school, like a good kid." I chuckled again. "Why do you two keep skipping?"

"It's fun. And, just so you know, it's the three of us. Bryon wasn't at school either. She was with Wyno and me." Jenna laughed, "You should've seen it! We were walking though the park, the one next the Clover Field, and some lady walks by us and says, 'Shouldn't you be in school?' and then Wyno said, 'Yeah, why?' And the creep was all, 'Well, why are you not?' Then Bryon said, 'Well, after we shot our probation officer, we decided it best to flee the scene.' And the woman believed her! She practically ran away screaming!" Her normally empty voice was amused now.

"Damn," I muttered. "That's almost as funny as the time we called the police and acted like we were all high and drunk! That was great… but I'm still convinced that Mona WAS high…" I laughed at that last part, and Jenna laughed quietly with me. "Listen, I got to blow. Bryon called and Jafar said it was important so, yeah."

"Peace." She hung up.

I hit speed dial number five.

"This is Bryon." Her sarcasm filled voice answered quickly.

"Hey, it's me." I could almost hear her blinking. "Lyllith. Remember? Your friend…?"

"Haha. Good, I need to talk to you." Bryon spoke with agency.

"About?"

"Tomorrow night—we're still on right?—There's a big battle of the bands at Flames music store. And guess who is playing at nine thirty?"

I felt a scream in my throat. "YOUR INSANITY!?!?!?" I let said scream free as I hopped onto my bed and began to jump.

"YES!!!" She screamed with me, the reception was fuzzy so she must be dancing around or jumping like me.

"OHMIGAWD! THAT'S AWESOME!" I was so excited! Jenna, Ashley, Becca, Mona, Rabidue, Bryon and me were gonna play at the FLAMES!!!! WOOP!

"I KNOW! I got us in! It was so hard! But I, the AMAZING Bryon, did it!" Her voice was full of pride.

"Just how much computer hacking did it take to do that?"

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"Holy crap," Jojo muttered as he darted down the stairs. He ran into the kitchen and grabbed Gi with his good arm and began to drag her back into his room.

"Jojo, um, what are you doing?" Gin laughed but did not fight back.

"Come with me," He said quietly, ignoring his father's next comment.

"Jojo, could you please come here a minute? Or not…" Ned's face fell as his son walked away.

I know, I know… it was short… but I'm tired and I'm going to bed. G'night!

Lalalalala…