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The cereal was crunchy. That's all I can say about it. Crunchy. I'm very bored.

Plotting, although fun in the beginning, is annoying later. The second you get off the plan high, and hit a dead end, you basically want to cry.

I sent the letter to J.J, telling her my plan, but I didn't expect it to get to her for another three days. It always took so long! It involved a letter from 'Kara' that is sent to him that I accidentally find. I could just break up with him, he'd want a reason why. And knowing me, I wouldn't have a good one.

I started the plan, on the Fang side. This was very unlike me, but plans are kind of my thing. How was I not the leader of something?

I chewed in silence, although I could see that her hand was looped in Iggy's. They tried to hide it, but Ella knew their game was up when I gave her a suggestive wink.

She glared, and looked at Iggy devouring his bacon. Fang slid in next to me, a little too close (not that I didn't like it), and Ella jokingly raised her eyebrows. I made a face, and passed the tray of bacon to Fang.

His eyes widened a little. "You're not having any bacon?"

"No?" I said questioningly. So I didn't eat bacon. It made my running bad, and added weight. Not my fave.

He shook his head in disbelief. "Okay then."

I opened my mouth for another bite of cereal when something warm and tasty was shoved between my lips. Bacon.

I turned on him, and went to take it out. Instead he took my jaw, and chewed for me. I tried pulling away, but he shook his head until I swallowed. "I hate you, Fang."

He smiled (a rarity). "No, you love me. Have some more bacon." I groaned, and took another piece. "That's a girl. You're skinny, you can afford it."

I blushed slightly, and smirked at him. Soccer would be fun today. Fang's look went slightly past me, and narrowed. Dumb Sam, always ruining the moment.

Good thing I'd be done with him soon. I'm such a player.

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Soccer, happened to be boring. It was horseback riding that was fun.

First, this week I had the awesome Gus. He listened well, and was fun to trot with. Fang still taught, yelled at Sam, complimented me, and rode his horse like a beast.

Fang nodded me on to trot, and I did, receiving a thumbs up. Sam on the other hand, was told to shorten his reins, point his heels down, and roll back his shoulders. He grumbled a curse or two at Fang, and Mutiny was walked over, Fang's hearing as sharp as ever.

"Excuse me?"

Sam glared, and repeated what he said.

"I think," Fang said cooly, "that it would be good for you to learn how to properly speak to instructors." He turned his horse around, and cantered, jumping over a fence. "Alright, let's do the weaving drill again."

The weaving drill was basic, and I had no idea why he had us do it, but I guessed there was nothing wrong with it. Nudge was as chatter-y as ever, and I wanted almost Apache to buck her. Almost.

Fang was watching Jenny trot, when something caught his vision. "Shit!" he yelled, and shouted for Cassidy. Who was Cassidy? A college-age girl with fake red hair came out.

"The cow's over there!" Sure enough, there was a cow prancing in the grass, loose, not in any fencing. Her eyes widened and she ran back in the barn. Fang dismounted Mutiny and jumped the fence, easing carefully towards the black and white animal.

I went over, and tied Fang's stallion to the fence, not wanting it to go over the fence after it's beloved owner.

Cassidy came out with a bucket of some sort of food, and trailed it into the cow's stall. Excited now, she munched along the trail of what I know assumed to be some sort of treats, seeing as most cows eat grass (I think...). When the stall was locked up, I heard Cassidy sigh with relief.

"Thanks, Fang. Can you imagine if she got out out? She would be running around the town!" Imagining a cow dancing through a city made me suppress a giggle. Wouldn't that make you laugh?

"Yep. They would've had your head!" he turned to us. "Good job, I'll put them in their stalls. Just go."

Dismounted, I patted Gus on the neck (that always struck me as odd, but I did it anyway)

Jenny, Nudge, and I went into one of the side storage barns to change out of our jeans, and get our borrowed boots off. I began the endless struggled to get my boots off, when Nudge giggled.

I stopped. "What, Nudge?" She was looking at me, smiling.

Exchanging a look with Jenny, she gave me a knowing look. "I'm going to help you break up with Sam."

Jenny nodded. "Me too."

I decided to play dumb. "What are you talking about?"

Nudge flicked her wrist, putting on her shorts. "And I'll help you get Fang."

"Nudge," I started, "I have no idea what you're talking about!"

"As it turns out, Lissa really likes Sam. Actually I think she just likes messing you up, but it'll work."

I sighed. "What's your plan?"

"Well, basically, you're going to find Sam and Lissa together."

I shook my head, succeeding in getting the black demons off my feet. "But, I don't want to hurt Sam. He's still my best friend."

She gave me a look like I knew nothing. "How do you not notice that he likes her back?" I crinkled my nose. How could he like me and her? We're just so different...

"No...but how do you know this isn't going to backfire in our faces?"

She smirked. "I have connections. Just make sure you'll be in the living room of 17 during Optional Rec., okay? I'll handle the rest."

I thought about it. Eh, why not? "Okay Nudge..."

I wondered what she was planning. But I thought nothing of it as we went to Siesta.

Fang would just be the death of me wouldn't he?

A/N

There were some slightly longer chapters for you.

If any of you care, I had the best 11/11/11 ever. I went out with my friends (Kallie, Char) and her mom, who is basically like another friend. Hilariousness ensued, and my throat hurts so bad I can barely talk. School was awesome too, as the teacher didn't do much.

On a more serious note, I would like to personally thank every single person who has (is) served (serving) for my country. It takes a lot of bravery to leave what you have to fight for the country you love.

By complete chance, I found my dad's official solder's handbook from 21 years ago yesterday. On Veteran's Day. I think that's just awesome. It's all torn up and has my last name etched in the side. It really made my day a thousand times better.

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