Hello, I'm back again!

So, this took longer than I expected, and I have no idea why, I just couldn't get anything to come out the way I wanted. :(

So yeah, here it is, the final chapter in the first half of our story. As far as the first point winner, that would be Royalty Over Reality, who had a lot of points, and I currently have no idea what I did with the paper that had the exact numbers. DX

Anyways, I hope you enjoy:)

~Aftershock~

When he had received Shaela's warning he had acted without thought; leaping to his feet and leaving behind a half-eaten ice cream cone and his debit card, telling the owner, a frail, wrinkled old man, that he would return to collect it.

Now, as he sat in the lobby of San Deigo Central hospital, with his elbows resting on his knees, he realized how unwise of a decision that had been. Anyone could have stolen the card, and there was a chance that the man forgets whose it even was, or loses it. Everything thing he had been looking to fall back on could suddenly be gone. All because of one moment without thought.

The first thing they had taught him in medical school was not to make any decisions until you had weighed all the consequences. He had broken that rule.

~Aftershock~

As he threw open the front gate and raced down the path to the front door, he strained to catch some sign of what was happening inside, but the house was quiet.

Breathing heavily, he knocked on the door, hoping to find that it was all just in his head. She wasn't actually in danger. When silence stretched for too long behind his knock, he did it again, louder this time. Then again, and again until he was banging on the door, causing it to shutter violently. "Jasamin!" He was calling as he did. "Mr. Parker!"

"Is everything okay?"

Shayne jumped, and whirled. Standing at the end of the walkway, with one hand resting on the post of the fence, was a young man, likely Shayne's age or slightly younger, with a police badge pinned firmly to his right shoulder.

"No," he replied, relief loosening the knot in his chest slightly. He started back down the walkway, saying, "I'm Shayne, Dr. Shayne Carter, and I have reason to believe that there is a young girl in danger here."

"Abuse?" the man peeped, eyes growing wide. When Shayne nodded, he sputtered, "You're supposed to call social services and keep the patient at the hospital until they arrive."

"Thank you," Shayne snapped. "I'm so glad that you know how to do my job!" The young officer blinked, mouth working silently, and Shayne took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, that was wrong. Look, she's not my patient. She's a friend, and there are no medical records to prove anything because she refuses to see a doctor. I have strong reason to believe that there is abuse and she is currently in danger." He pointed to a truck parked just inside the gate. "Someone is obviously home. I dropped her off barely an hour ago, yet no one is answering the door."

The young officer chewed on his lower lip, eyeing the vehicle carefully. Finally, he said, "Look, Dr. Carter. I'm sort of new at this, so I'm not quite sure what the procedure is for a situation like this, so would you mind repeating all of that to my partner, so he can get a read on the situation and decide what needs to be done?"

Shayne nodded vigorously, so the young officer turned to the police car parked behind Shayne's own vehicle and waved at his partner, a man with grey-speckled hair who was picking at the lid of a coffee cup. The man in the cruiser raised an eyebrow, and his partner signaled for him to come over. With an exasperated roll of his eyes, the man climbed out of the car and made his way to them. "What's the problem, rookie?"

"He says that there's a possible case of Assault and Battery," he pointed at Shayne as he spoke, and jerked his head in the direction of the house.

Shayne glanced at the golden name tags flashing in the light. The young man's read "Shaw" and the older's "Allen". In his panic, he found himself glad that they both had simple names that would be easy to remember.

Officer Allen tucked his thumbs into his pockets, eyeing Shayne with mild suspicion. "Really? What's your reasoning?"

So Shayne repeated his explanation, and by the time he was finished, the man's face had grown dark. "You make a good point," he admitted, glancing at the truck, "but without any sort of proof we can't just bust in. Rookie," the younger man straightened, staring at him intently, "go check the windows. Look for anything suspicious."

He nodded and jogged towards the windows, peeking through the glass, looking back and reporting nothing then repeating the process at the next window he came to.

Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.

Something.

"Oh my God! Call an ambulance, now!" The young officer came racing around the corner of the house, eyes wide and wild. "They're in the kitchen, both passed out, and the guy looks like he's nearly bled out, if not dead already!" Shayne thought how ironic it was that he looked like he was going to be sick. This guy had signed up to be a police officer, didn't he know he was sure to see far worse in this career?

Officer Allen grabbed his arm, snapping him out of his inappropriate thoughts, and said, "Call 911." as he began rushing up the walk.

Shayne turned away, doing as he was told, and as he explained to an operator his emergency, he heard the door burst behind him, and the voice of the older man boom, "Police! We're coming in!"

As soon as he was finished speaking to the woman, he turned on his heel and raced up the walkway and into the house. The smell nearly knocked him backwards, the air thick with the smell of liquor and blood, swirling together making his stomach churn.

Blinking away the moisture gathering in his eyes, he balled his shirt up over his mouth and noise, and stumbled into the kitchen, where the sight made the churning worse, so much so he almost lost his lunch.

"What's wrong with you?" Officer Shaw was leaned against the wall, with his forehead pressed to its cold surface. His face was so pale it was almost unhealthy, and coated in sweat, and yet he still managed snark in his voice as he said, "Aren't you a doctor?"

"Aren't you a police officer?" Shayne snapped, a little harsher than he meant to, but it still earned him the desired effect; the man shut up.

He turned back to the scene laid before him, gulping. Jasamin was slumped against the wall in the wreckage of what appeared to be some sort of chest and busted bottles, and blood was leaking around her ear and into the fabric at her dark t-shirt. Her father, was sprawled on the floor, face up, and blood pooling around him from an awful gash in his wrist, and also surrounded by the shattered remnants of his liquor bottles. Gulping down bile, Shayne asked, "Have you checked for a pulse?"

Officer Allen nodded. "He's gone, but the girl still has a faint pulse."

"Okay, then help me get her out of that so I can examine her," he said nodding and making his way towards her.

"Actually, we're instructed not to move an injured person in the field because we could risk causing more damage," Officer Allen objected as Shayne crouched by the young girl's head.

"I know, because you don't know what you're doing. I do though, so just do exactly as I say and everything will be fine." As he spoke, he scanned the room for something he could use. "I need something solid and flat."

Officer Allen called, "Hey Queezy!" and the younger jumped. "Go find an ironing board or something. You know what an ironing board is, right?" The young man nodded, swallowing, and then scurried away. Long minutes of silence passed, then the man returned, shoving a thick wooden door, whose hinges were sticking out at odd angles.

"I couldn't find an ironing board," he explained, "But I found this in the back yard. Will it work?"

"It's perfect." Shayne kicked away bottles and gestured at the cleared spot. "Put it there."

The young officer did as told, taking care to get it level, then looked to Shayne expectantly. Shayne's lower lip found it's way between his teeth as nerves began to kick in. If he made even the slightest of mistakes, or miscalculations, he could cause a million different risks for Jasamin, including death. Was it worth it?

"Hey kid," Officer Allen snapped him from his thoughts, mouth set into a line of disapproval. "What are you doing? Hesitation is what gets people killed in our lines of work."

"Sorry." He shook away his uncertainty and ordered, "One of you take her feet and the other her midsection. We need to keep her as level as possible when we move her in order to avoid compromising her spinal chord."

~Aftershock~

"Shayne!" He shot straight up, heart missing a beat, but smiled when he realized it was only his sister. Cynthia was a lot like himself in appearance; tall and broad, her face full of hard edges and lines. She completed her rather frightening look with a half-shaved head, and the other half was dyed a new color everytime he saw her. This time, it was purple.

"Cynthia." He opened his arms and she wrapped hers around his shoulders. "What are you doing here?"

"I came down today to help Charlie. She's opening her store in a few weeks and needed help with inventory and stuff, and I was free. Karson called and told us about Jazz so here we are." She spread her hands, and grinned sideways at him. Even in the face of such a disaster, she could bring a smile to his face, a lot like Chris. It was no wonder that Cynthia had been the first Jasamin had connected to, and Chris had been the girl that she had fallen in love with. "What are you looking at me like that for?"

Shayne blinked, shook his head, and replied. "Nothing. I was just thinking about how glad Jasamin will be to see you."

"She better be glad to see me," Cynthia joked.

Shayne laughed. "So did you pick up everyone from the house?"

"Do you really believe Lauren would allow anything otherwise?"

"You do realize she's not the boss of you, right?" Shayne reminded.

"Yes, but she can be very persuasive," Cynthia replied with a grin, her eyes twinkling. "So, any news on Jazz?"

"She fell onto a pile of glass bottles, so she suffered a few lasserations, but they can stitch those up easy. That's what they're doing right now. She's lucky though, some of the shattered pieces could have easily sliced through her spinal cord and left her paralyzed, or worse."

"Worse how?" Cynthia eyed him carefully. "What could've been worse than being paralyzed?"

"Hey, don't question the doctor." As the smooth, confident voice filled their ears, someone clapped a hand on Shayne's shoulder. "He knows what he's talking about."

"Sorry. Not taking his word of it is sort of instilled in my DNA." Cynthia laughed, grinning at the man who had joined them. "I assume you were in charge of stitching up my girl?"

"Only the best for a friend of yours."

"If it's only the best then why are you in charge?" Lilah was coming towards them, her confident, yet somehow elegent stride, still in tact. "Everyone knows that Dr. Hollen is the best."

"You're just saying that because you two share the same parts," the man accused, sticking his tongue out at her. She didn't respond except with a roll of her eyes and allowed him to wrap an arm around her in a hug. "No faith to family."

"Leigh's family too," Lilah returned. "She's my god mom."

"But I'm your dad."

"Alright, Dad," Lilah teased stepping away. "How about you tell us how Jazz is?"

Dr. Castillo nodded. "Should we get everyone else together?"

"No, I can relay the message," Lilah assured.

"Well, she's stable, and all sewn up. Our Head of Neuro saw some bleeding that he wants to go in and take care of, but we can't open her up until the paperwork comes through."

"Paperwork?" Shayne interrupted.

"Yes." Dr. Castillo frowned, and Shayne shrunk back, getting the impression that he should've already known about paperwork. "She has no legal gaurdian at the moment since her father is dead, but the state hasn't sent down custody forms yet."

"Why do you need a legal gaurdian?" Cynthia demanded. "You do surgeries on John dos all the time."

"Why do you need a legal gaurdian?" Cynthia demanded. "You do surgeries on John dos all the time."

"Yeah, emergency surgeries to save their lives. Right now the bleeding is only minor and isn't posing an immediate threat to her life, so we can't operate on those grounds yet."

"So what?" Cynthia stared between her brother and Dr. Castillo. "Are you saying you can't do anything until she's actually dying?"

"Or the paperwok comes through," Dr. Castillo agreed.

"This is ridiculous."

"This is the job," Shayne told her with a sigh. "We hate it as much as you do."

Dr. Castillo nodded. "There is one more thing. Jasamin's x-rays show a major concussion, so when she wakes up, you may wanna be ready to keep her awake."

"That means go home and get some rest," Lilah translated. "Which isn't going to happen for Lauren, and I'm not leaving her here alone, so..."

"I'm staying, too," Cynthia put in. "Just tell us what room you're putting her in and we'll sleep there." Shayne opened his mouth to tell her that wasn't how it worked, but Dr. Castillo sighed and made a motion for them to follow, so he shut his mouth and did.

~Aftershock~

As soon as the news of Jasamin's fate had been confirmed by four different sources, the Dukes and company had found a flight to San Deigo, which was to land early the following morning. It was very difficult to worry about the fact that the proposal had been ruined when someone they cared about was in such a state, but Shaela still managed to think of it. On the plane, she breathed heavily, and slumped into her seat, tapping the book she was reading on her knee.

Chris, the only one still awake, opened one eye and watched her for a time before saying, "What?"

Shaela jumped, and placed one hand over her heart, breathing deep. "You scared me. I thought you were asleep."

"How can anyone sleep in a situation like this," she replied through a yawn. As if in answer, Shaena snored loudly, shifted, then returned back to her quiet state. Chris chuckled. "Well, except her."

Shaela laughed a little, then ran her tongue thoughtfully over her lip. "I was thinking how sad it is. Mr. Duke planned this big fancy trip to make a special proposal and he didn't even get a chance to carry it out."

"You're right, it does kind of suck, but I seriously doubt that he thinks this is some sort of conspiracy to ruin his plans. None of us planned on this happening, and it's sure as hell not something we were hoping for." She stared at her hands as she spoke, her thumbs battling each other in a war neither could win. Chris may have been closest to Shaena, but she was like a sister to all of the Carter kids, and they all knew her tells.

"So what aren't you telling us?"

She glanced up. "What do you mean?"

"Did something happen with you and Jasamin that you're not saying?" Shaela pressed, watching Chris's hands closely.

She noticed the other girl watching, and tucked her hands under her legs. "Nothing happened."

"You're lying."

Chris sighed, and turned away, staring over Shaena into the starry night sky. "What if she dies?"

"She's under the care of the best surgeons in the country. Her odds are pretty good."

"Odds don't always form facts," was Chris's response, and she spoke to the window. "What if she does?"

Shaela thought for a long moment. "Then we'll cry, and we'll remember, and we'll move on."

"Maybe." She had a strong urge to add, maybe you will, but I will never be able to shake the guilt.

What if Jasamin dies thinking that she had ruined their friendship, or that she didn't care anymore?

She remained silent.

~Aftershock~

The room had been easy to find, especially since it was already practically overflowing with people, all sleeping. It must have been a long night.

Julie leaned agianst the door frame, watching with mild interest as Shaena took care of the first order of buisness: messing with her brother.

"You shouldn't wake him up!" Shaela objected in a whisper, as her sister slipped a pillow from under Lilah's head. One of the older girl's eyes slit open.

"What are you doing?"

Shaena responded by pressing one finger to her lips silently, then nodding in the direction of Shayne.

"You do that," she muttered closing her eyes again. "He needs to be up for rounds anyways."

With a grin splitting her face, she stuck her tongue out at Shaela, then began to creep towards Shayne, who was asleep in a chair, his head slumped to one side, his arm hanging over the side.

Someone swept past Julie, and she only had time to register the honey-colored braid when Dr. Kierson barked sharply. "Shayne Carter!"

He jumped awake, exclaiming, "What!" and about that time, Shaena came down on him with the pillow. "Hey!", he covered his head with his arms and ducked as he staggered to his feet. Once he was stable again, he turned to glare at his sister, who fell laughing.

"That was so perfect!"

The room was stirring now, and the wake up call wasn't ideal for anyone.

"What's with all of the noise?" Alexander groaned, rolling over on the cot laid out on the floor, and shoving his pillow over his head.

Lauren had a rather different approach to the disturbance. She sat straight up, and was on her feet in a single, swift motion growling, "Oh, someone's going to die."

"Relax everyone," Dr. Kierson commanded sternly, holding up a hand, the room fell silent, and everyone was awake and intent on the blond woman. Shaena climbed to her feet clearing her throat.

"You have news?" Lauren was the one who asked the question aloud.

The spark of glee that everyone was so accustomed to seeing in the woman's eyes suddenly flickered out. Lilah sat up, dark eyes full of dread. "You have bad news."

Karson's eyes drifted down to the file in her hands. "I assume I am correct in believing everyone here is aware of SBS."

"Of course we are. Family and Consumer Science is a required sixth grade couse and that's a part of the curicullum." Julie had never heard Lilah speak to her mother with such a harsh tone.

"Why does it matter?" Shaena inquired, hugging the pillow to her side. "I mean, that only happens to babies."

"No, it can be seen in adolescence because their brains are still developing, still fragile, but still, it's rare because it would require an extremely violent shake followed by an exceptionally harsh hit to the head." Then, Shayne stared at his mentor, and his next words were almost like a plea. "Jasamin can't have Shaken Baby Syndrome."

"She can," Karson corrected. "And I'm afraid she does. What we thought was a concussion has sent her into a comotose state, and taking a second look, our Head of Neuro determined that it was indeed Shaken Baby Syndrome."

"So..." Shaena fell into the couch, which Lilah had vacated by sitting up, and swinging her legs over the side. The pillow fell to the floor. "Does that mean..."

"She is going to die." The blunt finality fo Julie's voice made Karson wince.

"No!" Shayne barked, and everyone jumped. "Not every case dies. Some have woken up."

"But that's even more rare than seeing the syndrom in adolescence, and even when they do there are complications. Lose of hearing, sight, mobility, speech ability. Brain damage."

"Julie is right," Lilah put in bitterly. "Even if she does wake up, she likely won't be the same person."

"You don't know that!" Shayne yelled, leaping to his feet. "She could wake up perfectly healthy! Or maybe disabled, but that won't matter. She's Jasamin. She's strong enough to handle anything! She can fight through it."

"You're only throwing out false hope!" Lilah countered, standing. "And that's inappropriate and unfair. Unfair to anyone who may believe you and unfair to yourself."

"You don't know anything. You're just a stupid kid with an overly inflated head-"

"Dr. Carter!" Karson cut in. "You're not even supposed to be here! Go round!" Shayne opened his mouth to object but she snapped, "Now!"

With one final, begrudging look at Lilah, he slunk out of the room. Karson took a deep breath. "She will be returning shortly. You can stay with her if you like, but if I came back in here in half an hour and you're all still here I'll have Adriana chase you out with a bone saw. You all have lives. You're supposed to be celebrating time off of school."

"How do we celebrate when our friend is on the edge of death?" Chris asked, but she wasn't speaking to anyone. Her words were vacant, her eyes blank.

"You'll figure it out," Karson answered anyways, then she swept out of the room."

Lilah searched the room, then made her way to the corner where Alexander was leaned against the wall, mouth opened slightly, and wrapped an arm around her brother. "You okay?"

He shook his head, tears leaking from his eyes. "It's not fair."

"It's a fact of life, kid."

"Well it's a stupid fact. Jasamin is the most hard-working dedicated person out of all of us, and she's come the farthest." Alexander was on his feet, tears in his eyes. "Why is she the one who ends up the victim of some stupid-"

"Shut up, Beat."

Alexander froze, and turned to stare at Lauren. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me! I said shut up!" Lauren stood, and stormed across the room, pausing in the doorway. "None of us are happy about what's happened, but you're not helping anyone by yelling about what you can't change, so just shut up!" Then she was gone, leaving the room in silence.

When the silence had gone on for too long, something seemed to shift, and as though by some unanimous decision, every head in the room turned to look at Dekka, who frowned. "What?"

"This is usually the part where Noah goes after her..." Shaena began putting her foot up on the couch when Chris moved to sit down.

Chris sat on her leg anyways, and finished, "but Noah's not here. Which leaves us with you."

"Why me? I haven't known her for near as long as the rest of you," Dekka reminded.

"Sure, but you've gotten closer to her than the rest of us," Lilah looked almost bitter about it. "She responds really well to you."

Julie could see the disagreement sparkling in the older girls eyes, but she said nothing. She only stood and left the room.

Once she was gone, Cynthia tilted her head down, and shook it. "I didn't want to say anything in front of those two because Lauren would only deny it and it may cause the other to freak out a little; but does anyone get the feeling that Lauren is offering history a chance to repeat itself?"

Shaela, who had taken a seat beside her, straightened slightly, and tilted her head at her sister. "What do you mean?"

"She means that Lauren is falling in love with her roommate again," Julie answered, then swept away as well, arms crossed tightly over her chest. If someone had an objection, she would not hear it.

~Aftershock~

She hadn't received the news until people began returning from winter break, and Violet was not among the ranks of students the first day. It had been difficult information to pry from Neal, and once she had, she almost wished she hadn't.

She wanted somewhere private to be. Somewhere that she could cry, and no one would know, because it wasn't any of their buisness when she cried. She had a reputation to uphold. So she stalked through the hallways and passages, until she came upon a room that she hadn't even known about, and decided that this was the place. So she curled up amonst the useless desks piled on top of each other and broken chair and cracked chalkboards; and cried.

She didn't know how long she was there, but her sides had begun to ache, and her face was raw from rubbing away tears. The door opened, and a small figure was framed in the doorway. She took in a deep breath, cutting off her sobs, and wiped ferosiously at her face, but it was to late. She had already been seen.

The door closed, and the person came in, and she felt them crouch in front of her. In the pale light from the window at the back of the room, she made out the dark, intelligent eyes of Julie Duke. She still allowed her older sister Allie Jai to play with her hair, and today it had been braided back on one side, the other framing her face with perfect curls. She had positioned herself cross-legged on the floor, and didn't look away from Lauren as they sat in silence. Then, at last. "I heard about Violet."

More silence filled the room as Lauren tried to think of something to say. There was no need to ask her not to tell anyone about what she had seen, Julie was the most secretive ten-year-old Lauren had ever met, whether the secrets be hers or someone else's. Lauren thought it was because she simply had no desire to deal with confrontation, which spreading someone's secrets could cause. "Did you follow me here?"

At this, Julie actually laughed. It was breif and humorless, and coming from a child who so rarely did such a thing, it actually hurt. "Don't flatter yourself. I don't follow people around trying to comfort them. That's a waste of time. Plus, if I do it once, people might start actually coming to me when they want comfort." Lauren saw Julie's face twist at the thought of it, and she had the most inappropriate urge to laugh.

"If you didn't follow me, then what are you doing here?"

"I come here all the time." Julie straightened, and maneuvered her way over the desks, and to the window sill. The window was coated in a layer grime that made it impossible to see out of, or into, but still allowed enough light to see a little. A perfect place for someone as secluded as Julie, who would only want quiet, and light to read. She couldn't believe she hadn't thought of that first. "I hope you won't make a habit of coming here."

"You're the only person who would want to come back to a place so gloomy," Lauren told her.

"It's not gloomy," Julie objected mildly. "I actually find it kind of peaceful."

"You really are the oddest kid I have ever met."

Julie looked at her for a long time, not saying a word, and Lauren began to feel selfconscious, attempting to wipe moisture from her face once again. "I'm going to ask you a question, Lauren. You don't have to answer if you don't want to, but I'm going to ask anyway."

"Thanks for the heads up."

"Did Violet ever get around to kissing you?"

Lauren stared at her, mouth agape, and just blinked at the little girl. Julie raised one eyebrow, and didn't revoke the question. "You...you knew about...?"

"About Violet? Unfortunately. She had this bizarre idea that I cared whether or not she liked you as a friend or more." Julie leaned her back against the wall, and sighed. "Always going on and on about how she was just overthinking things. She couldn't actually like you, but what she felt was just like they described in fairy tales and movies and whatever. I finally got tired of it, so I just told her to kiss you and be done with it. Maybe not my finest moment, but she did stop bothering me about it."

"So if you didn't care, then why do you want to know."

At this, Lauren was gifted with something she didn't think anyone had ever seen. One side of Julie's mouth twitched up into a crooked smile. "I found myself wanting to know if she took my advice afterwards. I know it's silly, but I can't help it."

Lauren couldn't help herself, she said, "You know, you have a nice smile. You should show it more often."

It vanished, and Julie turned away, pulling a book from the messenger bag she toted around everywhere and saying shortly, "Unlikly."

Lauren sighed. "Yes, she did kiss me. The day before she left."

"And?"

"And I kissed her back," Lauren answered, then hesitated, wondering if it was wise to add the last part. "I think I might have been in love with her."

The air was still and silent for so long that she thought she had crossed the line, and was turning to leave, when Julie spoke again. "Must have been some kiss."

~Aftershock~

Dekka didn't even know where to look. She had never really seen Lauren truly upset, so she had no idea what to expect when it happened. Perhaps it was luck that her feet carried her to the center of the hospital. Lauren was seated on the high concrete wall that looked out over the green courtyard that was carved into the ground like a crater.

For a moment, Dekka forgot why she was there. Orange-red light filtered in through the glass dome high above, and lit the pond below as though it were on fire.

"They made it so people to ill to go out would have a little in-house sancuary," Lauren explained, eyes watching the pond as well. "That's what I've been told anyways."

"It's nice." She leaned against the wall, turning her back reluctantly to the courtyard. "Gonna tell me what's on your mind?"

With a dry laugh Lauren answered, "It's stupid, but I can't help thinking it should be raining."

"I think we all feel that way when something like this happens." I know I did, she added silently but couldn't bring herself to say it aloud. Brianna was hers, no one else could have her. "My mom told me once that our society has come to associate rain with sadness and pain, and that's why we think of it when something bad happens."

"It sounds like your mom's a psychiatrist of something." Lauren smiled, and in her eyes Dekka could see that it wasn't something she hadn't been expecting to do.

"Or something," she replied, looking away. "Anyways, I get the feeling that's not the only thing on your mind."

"Interesting feeling. I wonder why you have it."

"It's the psychiatrist gene." Lauren laughed, and she did, too.

"I thought you said she wasn't a psychiatrist."

"Oh right, I forgot." Dekka looked at her again; grinned. "She's just psychic."

"Well now you're just lying."

They sat in silence for a long time. "So, are you going to tell me what's really wrong?"

With a shrug Lauren answered dryly. "I'm just sick of everyone I care about dying, that's all."

She nodded. "Yeah, I know that feeling."

Done. That was extremely difficult chapter, and like I said, I have no idea why.

Anyways, points earned from this point on will carry over to the next point scoring, and here is your first chance to earn some points.

1. Favorite scene from this chapter?(10 points)

Milestone questions:(15 points apeice)

1. Which character from our first half was your favorite? Which was your least favorite(I know I've asked this before, but sometimes minds change. :))

2. Favorite scene overall?

Trivia:(10 points apiece)

1. What do the children call the insane history teacher?

2. What instrument does Jasamin play?

I would love to have a challenge, but I really can't think of any. Sorry.

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