Yah. Now Chapter 2 of Daughter of the Unknown is up. I'm not so sure if this is a good story. Tell me what you think.

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~CampHB

(MindBender10 and Woman in Black are accounted for. Sorry. ;) )

(There are SOME people out there who don't like my stories... *glare at Sorrow-Wing* …and thinks that everything is Mary-Sue in the first chapter. [Seriously, Alice. Give me a break. It's the first chapter! Geez! Not all of your stories are always good. [no offense intended])

Sophie

I stared at Theia. She was unconscious. Her head rolled to one side.

"Reagan!" I yelled.

Reagan wasn't in such a good shape either. She had a few cuts and bruises and seemed over-tired.

"Reagan! You okay?"

She walked over to me slowly, wincing with each step.

"What?"

I groaned silently. She didn't pay attention to things half of the time. That's why I call her 'Pointless' or 'Helpless' or just plain 'Stupid.' At least she was normal…kind of.

I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself. I will not panic, I will not panic, will not panic.

"Yeah. I won't panic. I won't panic," I muttered. "I won't panic even though the visitor to our school just turned into a storm spirit. I won't panic because my friend got knocked out unconscious. I won't panic because another one of my friends could fly. I won't panic because my friend is hurt. I won't panic." I breathe in short gasps. "I won't panic, I'll hyperventilate! PANIC! PANIC! PANIC! PANIC! PANIC! PANIC! PANI–––"

"God! Sophie! Calm down!" Reagan was nudging me gently.

"Can't calm down. Can't calm down," I gasped.

But eventually, I slowed my breath and tried to take control of things.

"Look, we need to get Theia back to her house."

"But school's not out yet," Reagan said blankly. "Everyone's running around."

"Exactly!" I exclaimed. "If everyone's lost self-control and panicking, they won't notice a lot. That way they won't notice if we sneak out. Also, Theia is able to walk to school, which means that she lives near."

"Ohhh," Reagan said. "I get it. So people won't notice if we…wait, what?"

"Geez! Pay attention, Pointless!"

"Be quiet, Birdbrain."

"Birdbrain? How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?"

"Oh, I don't know," Reagan said casually. "Maybe for eternity."

"Eternity? I won't even live that long, considering all those heart attacks you give me. You've probably taken more than 20 years of my life so far!"

Reagan snorted.

We were silent for a few moments, trying to stare each other down.

"Imagine Theia if she was here," I finally said. "She would be trying to separate us."

"She is here."

"Duh! You think I don't know that? She's here but she's not here exactly. She's unconscious."

"That doesn't make any sense."

I threw up my hands in frustration.

"Oh, I get it. She's here because she's here…that doesn't make sense."

"You don't make sense."

"What are you talking about? You're the one who goes ballistic over things if they aren't perfect."

"No I don't!"

"Yeah!"

"No!"

"Yeah!"

"Look, we have to get Theia to her house. We can talk about this later, okay?"

I grabbed Theia's legs. Reagan lifted up Theia by her back, and we started toward her house.

Apparently Reagan didn't understand physics too, because we basically ended up dragging Theia. There was a lot of yelling and objections and name-calling before we finally reached Theia's home.

Fortunately, Mr. Stone was working at home and ushered us right in. He glanced around like he was expecting someone before closing the door.

"What happened?" he asked when he saw his daughter.

"We had an assembly…and then…that guy…" I started to hyperventilate again.

Reagan saw that I was getting worked up, so she explained as fast as she could, which was about super-sonic speed. I was surprised that Mr. Stone could get something out of that.

"I see," he said grimly. "I see." He sighed. "Girls, you should be going back to your homes now, considering what you've already seen. It's no use pretending that it never happened anymore."

"But we have school!" I exclaimed. "And what do you mean 'pretending that it never happened'?"

"Sophie, we have to go." Reagan pulled at my arm.

"No! I want to know what's going on!"

"I want to too! Come on! We can talk about this tomorrow."

"No!"

"Sophia Lucy Shui! Come on!"

I hated it when Reagan used my full name. It made me feel so…Chinese, I guess. Not like it wasn't a bad thing.

"Fine," I grumbled.

We closed the door and exited the house into the empty road.

By the time I reached my house, the bus had just left the bus stop, so I wasn't late to get home.

"Sophia." My mom was standing at the stove, cooking some Chinese recipe. "Where is your backpack?"

"Uh…" I realized that I'd left it at school. "Uh, I think I accidently left it on the bus. That's why something was missing."

I hoped that I looked honest and sincere.

My mom sighed. "Then how will you do your homework?"

"I…I'll ask Theia. She has all the same classes."

I reached for the phone and dialed Theia's number. It rang.

"…Hello? Stone family answering." Mr. Stone had picked up the phone.

"Um, this is Sophie," I said. "I forgot my homework and I need to ask Theia."

"Alright. I'll see you in a few minutes." Click. The other end hung up.

Mr. Stone seemed curt today instead of his funny, loud voice.

"Dad!" I yelled. "I need you to drive me to Theia's house."

"Go ask your mother." Typical. He always said that.

"DAD!"

"Go ask your mother."

"Dad, she's cooking."

"Okay. Okay. I'm coming." There was some more complaining after that.

As soon as Mr. Stone opened the door, he grabbed me in.

"Don't ever, ever use a phone again, do you understand me," he hissed.

"Uh, okay." He was creeping me out a little.

"I'm sorry." He sighed and combed his fingers through his hair. "I'll explain later. Theia's awake now."

"She is?"

"Yeah." Theia bounded down the stairs, looking normal. Her light brown hair was loose and her olive green eyes had a natural shine.

"But…weren't you…I thought you…but…why…" I stammered.

She smiled. "I'm all better now."

"But…that doesn't make any sense…you were…but now you're…"

"Calm down, Sophie. I'll explain."

Suddenly, the doorbell rang loudly. Someone pounded desperately on the door.

"Open up! Open up!"

Mr. Stone unlocked the door and Reagan tumbled in. Her face was tear-streaked and stony.

"Reagan…what…"

I couldn't ever imagine Reagan crying. She was the strong girl. The tough girl. The girl who could do anything. But here she was, standing before me. Her expression was hard, but I saw a salty drop roll down from her eye.

"I hate them! I hate them, hate them, hate them! I wish they never existed!" she yelled.

"What do you mean?" I asked. "Who do you hate? Remember, hate is a strong word."

"I don't care! I hate them! They're trying to ruin my life on purpose! All of them!"

"Reagan…" Theia put her hand on her shoulder. "Reagan––"

"No!" She pushed Theia's hand away. "They're horrible. They're nasty. Why do you even trust them? What did they ever do for you?"

"Who? What did they do?" Mr. Stone asked, worried.

"I'll tell you what they did," she said, her voice full of fury, hate, and disbelief. "I'll tell you what they did." Reagan's eyes were fully black now, endless pits of anger. "They killed her. They killed my mother. Right before my own eyes!"

"Who?"

"Them. The gods. The gods killed my mom right before my own eyes!"

Dun Dun Dun DUN! This is REAL suspense! …And another awesome cliffhanger to keep you guys wanting more! :P

~CampHB