Sorry that I'm bearly wrtting chapter 3 until now people... But a cheerful friend of mine came dressed up all emo on Monday. She had dark eye-liner on her eyes, she covered 2/5 of her face with hair throughout the day, she wore a black hoddie over her head, and worst of all, she looked all serious in the morning. But luckily, she told me what was wrong, her granfather and her dog had died, and they were so very dear to her. But luckily, she's totally fine now.
And plus, I need to learn the clean version of F***ing Perfect by Friday and sing it in my English class...

Well, anyway, as promised, here's chapter 3...

The next morning...

"Come on,"Sayonara said, raising both arms up,"no, it's with both arms!"

The baby hedgehog's lime-green eyes stared at the white cat with curiosity. And after some good 20 seconds, he lifted his right arm, but not the left one.

Sayonara sighed.

"Oww, what am I going to do with you...?"

"Sell him, maybe?" Miguel butted in, while trying to fix the small little old TV.

Sayonara glared at him.

"Did I asked you?" She said, with a raised eye-brow and crossed arms.

"I bet people would pay some good 20 bucks for him..."

"He's worth waaay more than that!" She said angrily."And besides, we already talked it out, remember?"

"Eureka!" Miguel shouted as he made the TV work, completely ignoring his wife(which ovbiously upsets her...).

"I thought I was talking to you!"

"..."

"Miguel?"

Miguel shook his head as he watched the TV.

"You may want to see this."

"Huh?"

There was an elder looking human male on the small TV being interviewed. Behind him there was the undelightful scene Sayonara had seen yesterday. A taxi crashed into a grocery store.

Sayonara blinked several times, as if that could possibly get that scene off her television. But unluckily, it didn't.

"That man..." She said."What is he doing there?"

"Apparently, he claims that he was friends with the female hedgehog's(who lost her life) father, who is gone for already two years."

Sayonara lifted Mephiles into her arms and sat next to her husband. She wanted to hear this herself word per word.

"She was an indeed a fine young lady..." The old man in the TV said."Oh, but such tragedy, the kid wasn't even found..."

Sayonara hugged Mephiles tighter, then gulped.

"And how may you describe this child you're talking about, my good sir?" The man interviewing him asked.

"Well, he was the first child in Soleanna in 100 years to be born in the day of our Sun god's celebration, that being said, he was just 8 months old..."

The old man shook his head and went on.

"He had such fine white fur, his eyes were were unique, why, I bet that one in every billion kids has lime green eyes! And he was born with them, no contacts or anything that has to do with all the techonology this days that makes people magically change eye color. Heck, none of that. And he was such a sweet, innocent child, may the flames guide both their souls..."

"Amen..." The interviwer finished for him.

Sayonara turned off the TV.

"Hey, why'd you do that for?" Miguel said angrily."Maybe there were more people that had something to say about this-"

"Well, I don't want to hear them!"

"You need to! This envolves you and him!" Miguel replied, pointing at Mephiles.

Mephiles' attention focused on whoever was talking. When Sayonara spoke, he looked at her, and when Miguel spoke, he did the same.

"Look, I found him, so finder's keepers! And besides, who says that man has more rights to keep him than I do?"

"I don't believe he was gonna keep him, maybe he knows the lady's husband..."

"...You just don't like him, do you?" Sayonara said, at the edge of tears.

Miguel sighed, placed a hand around her and softly kissed her cheek.

"Fine." He said softly, handing her a tissue."We'll keep him, let's just watch the rest to know more about the kid, ok?"

"Ok..." Sayonara agreed calming down a little bit.

Miguel turned the TV on.

"Okay, so one last question." The interviwer said.

"Dang, we missed nearly everything,"Miguel said,"migh as well licen to this."

Sayonara nodded.

"What was the kid's name, sir?"

"It was..." The man stopped and closed his eyes."...Mephiles."

"Whoa, not a name a family comes out with every day."

Suddenly, a police man appered behind the two men.

"I don't believe the kid is dead,"he said with a frown,"it's impossible, eighter he stayed with the father back home or grew wings and flew off the window. And it's defenly not answer choice #2."

"Ooof, those two have been seperated for almost a month now..."The old man replied with a frown."I don't know what became of him, but I've heard he leaved Soleanna..."

"So your name is Mephiles?" Sayonara asked, looking at the 8 month old kid."Why, that's such a cute name!"

"You think so?" Miguel asked, turning off the TV.

"Yeah, and we shouldn't change it, I bet wherever his mom is, she would want him to remain known as that..."

Miguel stood up.

"Well, that's your decision,"he said,"and I need to go to work now more than ever since I have to work for three again..."

Sayonara gave him a good-bye kiss.

"Good luck."

Miguel nodded and closed the door behind him.

Sayonara sat down on the carpet floor, with her hands on her forehead.

Mephiles noticed her worried face and slowly crawled near her, and started pulling on her shirt until she finally noticed him.

"Now, how am I suppost to explain to Miguel that you need therapy? We can't even affort it!" Then she looked back at Mephiles.

"Or could be that you're just spoiled and refuse to licen to me, who knows? Well, I'm sure you'll get over it."

Yeah, I know that might have not been my best writting ever, but I had a terrible day today.
Well, now I would like to give a special thanks to Rae Logan for encoraging me not to discourge myself.
And I would also like to give another special thanks to my 6th grade English teacher, she's a very special teacher. And I don't excatly remember the words she used, but I'll keep them in mind probably for the rest of my life.(I'm replacing my real name with 'Ocean' for safety reasons)

"Ocean,you're an aweasome writter, but I don't know. I just can't get why you're so ashamend of your writting. And it's not fair. It's not fair, Ocean, for you to keep all this creativity just to yourself. The world deserves to see it. Break outta your shell! You'd been giving me tons of excuses, but you know what? This needs to be finished, bring it tomorrow. Complete."

She actually said more than that. And it was so inspiring, I broke into tears. And by the 'this' she was meaning for me to finish an essay on a poem that she showed us. And I did finished, and after the teacher readed it for me, everyone in the class started clapping. So, that's one of the main reasons why I'm here. So if you like the story so far, thank my 6th grade English teacher.