He doesn't need me.

I stand on page's edge. Equal are the chances of being erased into nonexistence or inked into permanence. But whatever the author pens, I know that I don't belong.

Any ties between us are supported by DNA, not love, and would easily snap if tested.

So I leap from the edge. I don't cry for the long-lost brother I wasn't meant to find. Neither he nor the readers will miss the never-before-mentioned sister with powers to rival Angel, wit to embarrass Iggy, and a back-story that will make even emotionless Max bawl.

Another casualty of cliché.

A/N: Written for all those stories who have Fang's long-lost-sister show up from the remains of the School carrying baggage heavier than elephants and powers more fantastic than the most unrealistic shoujo anime. Not saying they can't be written well or prove entertaining, but it's become so clichéd. So why not push all of Fang's hidden relatives over a cliff?