Next chapter is where the real fun starts. It's the chariots. From there on out I'm going to have a blast while writing. Well, almost. Tyler has a few more chapters untill he figures it out.

By this point, it is about twently four hours that the kids have been under. It's only Saturday afternoon back in the past. Shay, Taylor, and Mikayla have just barely finnished with the reapings.

Quote:

Iggy has a celery fetish.
-Saint Fnag of Boredom

*I'M IN THE YEARBOOK ON THE ORCHESTRA PAGE PLAYING MY BASS!*

Day 2, Tyler, night

"Mrs. Sizer?" I asked when she opened the door.

"What do you want?" she asked, catious. Well, I would be too if my chatty daughter was dead to the world.

"To take Mikayla over to Shays."

"Fine." She opened to door a little more. "You have to go get her, she's just sitting on the couch."

Too true. Mikayla was on the couch, doing nothing. When I looked in her eyes, she was just gone, like Bella was in Twilight when Edward left.

I did not just refrence Twilight. Please tell me I didn't. Argh, never mind.

I grabbed her arm and roughly dragged her off to my car. I was about to start it when Mrs. Sizer came out.

"What are you going to do?" she asked me, glancind around the street.

"Try to figure out what's wrong." I jabbed me thumb at Taylor in the passenger seat. "He's acting like it, too."

"Good luck," she sighed. I nodded and rolled up my window. Now to Shay's.

My car rolled into the driveway with ease, and I shut it off as quickly as I could. The only way I could get Taylor and Mikayla to move was if I dragged them inside, so I did. I didn't even knock.

"Who's there?" yelled Britta from upstairs. "I'm warning you, I have a gun."

"Your lies are pathetic," I called back. "Its me, Tyler. I brought Thing one and Thing two."

Britta came to the top of the stairs and practicly flew down the steps, engulfing me in a hug. "Hey, guys," she started, turning to them. She gasped in shock and dropped the book she was carrying right onto my foot.

"Ow!" I hissed, but she took no notice.

"You weren't lying," she commented. "They really are the same."

Mikayla jumped about ten feet into the air and screammed. "That was Shay!" she yelled. "Ini, that is Shay! We're not alone!" She bounced up and down, her flaying arms smacking Taylor, who had started to move away. Kay's face then got a horrible expresion. "Oh, no, oh no," she cried. "Shay's gonna die!" She sank on the floor and hurried her head in her hands, where she got quiet.

It only stayed silent for a few more seconds. "Pause it!" Shay yelled from another room. My head snapped in that direction.

"What was that?" exclaimed Britta.

"I have no idea." I sank down onto a couch and placed my head in my hands. Taylor was still standing, compleatly unafected. "Whatever Mikayla is thinking of, Shay is there."

"Thats really weird." Britta grabbed her book from off the floor and plopped down on the couch right next to me.

I stood up. "I'm gonna go place them next to Shay or something," I said, ruffling my hair. "See if they snap out of it."

She nodded. Mikayla, who seemed to has regained control over herself for a few moments, got up and wandered into the family room. I directed Taylor right after her. Shay was on the couch, gripping a pen like her life depended on it.

"What is up with you?" I said, frustrated. This was so stupid.

"Ashton," she muttered.

I sighed and plopped down next to her. "So you've meet Ashton now, huh?" Ashton. Why did that sound familiar?

Shay started moving the pen, almost like carving it. The problem was that she didn't have paper, and she was scratching her leg.

"Do you need some paper?" I threw a notebook at her. She gripped it and started writing.

...in Art, she looks confused, friends with Clair, 15
Blink Vavrite, 13, don't know
D4 Kara Conway, freshmen, 14, CRAZY
David Ray, senior, idiot
D5 Melena Woorben, 16, don't know
Derek Mallik, 12, don't know
D6 Azami, junoir/senior, I tutor in English,
Kyle Spell, Junior, cocky know it all
D7 Sierra Sinclair, (a ton of indeciferable ink splotches)
Steven
Mikayla

"MIKAYLA!" Taylor yelled. He jumped up and down.

What the... I looked back at the paper Shay was scratching out.

Mikayla
Ini, in my English class
D8 Liola, 17
Stich, 18
D9 Aureila Abcott, moms bff daughter?
Marcus Godby
D10 Parvati Sheelow, junior, queen bee
Blarner
D11
Me and Taylor
D12 Astrid Whitlock, in my English
Sanda

She stopped writing. I double checked over the list. Some of these people I knew, like Kyle and Parvati. But who was Liola, who was Sierra?

"Uh... Brit, you might want to come look at this..." I trailed off, unsure. She came in the room with a mug of hot coaco, and I pointed at the paper. She grabbed it from Shays hands and glanced over it.

"Where did you get this?" she asked, voice tight.

"Shay just carved it into the paper," I explained.

"Oh." She got quiet. "What does this mean?"

"I don't know. Are these people who she is thinking of?" I shrugged. "We'll ask her when she snaps out of it."

"But what if she doesn't?" Britta sounded scared, which was really odd to hear coming from her. She withstood so much, and has this huge burden, and she never once broke down and quit.

"They won't," I reasured. "I hope."

Britta jabbed her finger at the paper. "That's our cousin. You don't think..."

"Only one way to tell." I walked over to the phone and tossed it at Britta. She started dialing, then put it on speaker.

"Godby residence," said a rough male voice on the other end of the line. "Who is this?"

"Britta, Uncle."

"How's my girl?" A jolly laugh echoed across the phone line. "Why don't you come down for a visit? We're only an hour away."

"I can't. I have work, you know that."

A sigh. "One can wish. So what brings you a calling?"

"A quick question." Brit swallowed. "Has Marcus been acting odd?"

"As a matter of fact, yes." The voice got more serious. "He won't tell us anything. Won't even talk. It's like he went on vacation and left his body."

"Oh. I have to go!" Britta lunged at the phone.

"Wait! Do you know-" The line went dead.

"That was just," Britta's hands shook, "too weird."

"I know. But what does this mean?" It was silent for a few moments.

Then Shay let out an earth shattering scream.

*LINE BREAK! LIVE WITH IT!*

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