Looks Can Be Deceiving

by team-this-isnt-twilight

With the looks of an angel and an innocent smile, Lacey is automatically counted out as the victor of the 33rd Hunger Games. They are judging her by her appearance, but will her past be enough to help her come out of the arena alive? Or will she be in a wooden coffin on the way back to her district when the victor is crowned? Rated T for a reason!

5. Complicated Girl

I am so sorry! I know it has been forever. I have a ton of excuses, but they don't really matter. Here is a virtual knife; you can kill me if you really want to. Anyway, I realize that schoolwork is getting in the way of my writing, so unfortunately I won't be able to update very often (more often than this, but not as much as I used to).

I don't own The Hunger Games. JUST SAYING.

Ok, so I decided to do each day separately, and nights will have separate chapters. Here is what my plan for the next couple of chapters looks like:

-Training Day 1

-Training Night 1

-Training Day 2

-Training Night 2

-Training Day and Night 3

-Private Sessions and Training Scores.

We will see what happens, but that's the plan for the moment. Anyway, SORRY THAT IT TOOK SO LONG! Thanks for all the wonderful reviews! I love you all! I hope you enjoy the chapter!

The next morning I once again wake up to loud banging on the door and really high pitched yelling. I roll over in my bed and glance at the glowing red numbers that the digital clock on the table beside my bed is display. 3:50. Seriously? Why is Evanna trying to wake me up at 3:50 in the morning? I know that she may like being ahead of schedule, but I don't like be woken up early in the morning when training doesn't even start until 7. No one needs 3 hours to get ready in the morning; that just would be absurd! I groan and roll onto my stomach and cover my head with a pillow. When that doesn't work, I sit up and call out, "Come in!"

Evanna opens the door and smiles before saying, "I just wanted to remind you that training starts at 10, so you have 6 hours until then."

I stare at her with a look of shock on my face. Did she seriously bang on my door and scream at me at 4 in the morning just so she could say that training starts at 10? I can handle everything other annoying thing that she does, but this is too far. She just can't do this and get away with it. I know that it's a bad idea, but I want, no need to make her regret doing that. As hard as I try, I can't prevent myself from breaking out of my act. I take a deep breath and smile sweetly.

"Okay! Thanks for reminding me! I totally forgot. I mean, if you didn't tell me now I surely would have been late. It's not like there is an annoying freak who always wants to be on time on this floor that would have woken me up. That's just crazy, right? Anyway I'm going back to sleep now, but before I do, can I have a hug?" I say in a sickeningly sweet and girly voice.

She grins and replies, "Why of course you can sweetie!"

She walks into the room and holds her arms out. I run over to her and hug her tightly, placing my foot behind hers. When she turns to walk away her foot catches on mine and she squeals loudly as she trips, hitting the floor with a thump. I quickly jump on her and pin her hands behind her back. She may be bigger than me but she's a Capitol person, and they are all just weak and pathetic. I yawn and hold her wrists in one hand, using the other to grab the thin sheet from my bed. I tie her hands together tightly behind her back and pull her ridiculous headband down and use it as a gag. As I stand up, I can't help but smirk. Realizing that the door is still wide open, I shut it quickly and lock it. Evanna looks absolutely terrible and I giggle girlishly and clap my hands, which makes her eyes widen in fear.

I pull her up into a kneeling position and sit down in front of her. I then smile innocently and say, "Are you comfy? If I had known that you were coming over early, I would have prepared more! Maybe next time you could warn me… I promise that I'll have the proper materials on hand if you do. I wasn't planning on doing this; it puts my reputation on the line." I frown slightly before continuing, "Sometimes I just get so grouchy in the mornings, especially when Capitol freaks like you wake me up at four in the morning just to say that I have to be ready by ten. It seems kind of ridiculous, don't ya think? I mean, you could have just woke me up at nine to say that. But you, being the stupid brain-washed Capitol person that you are, didn't think of that. You just had to be the one that thinks reminding a person in the middle of the night is a good idea. What if I was a violent person? I could have easily beaten you to death, leaving bruises and all over your plastic skin. I could have hidden you and pretended like nothing happened. No one would find you for weeks if that happened." I giggled quietly and stared at her, a look of mock terror on my face.

I smirked as she started crying. This was just so much fun! I pretended to think for a moment before having a fake moment of realization. I looked at her wide-eyed as I said, "Wait… I just remembered. I am a violent person! OMG you are trapped in a room with me and you can't get away! Oh gee, that's quite a predicament that you are in." I laughed darkly and reached out to touch her face, wiping her tears away as I whisper, "But don't worry, I'm not going to kill you. It's too big of a risk for me to take. I'll just save that for after I come out of the arena as a victor. They can't execute their precious victor, can they? It would make all the silly Capitol people very sad. I can't kill you now, but maybe I can… remind you of this? Or maybe warn you not to wake me up at four in the morning ever again? Oh I know! I can warn you and leave you a reminder of what I've said. What do ya think? Do you like that idea? Since you can't talk, just nod or shake your head."

I grin maliciously as she shakes her head and tries to get away from me. She just makes this too easy, doesn't she? This is what I've needed to do ever since I met her. It's also a good way for me to keep the act up around everyone else later today. I pretend to pout and then "Well that's a shame. I was hoping you'd like my idea. You are just so hard to please! Here's the thing though, I'm going to do what I want, and you aren't going to tell anybody about it. If you do I'll just make them believe that you are crazy, ok?"

I giggle happily and let my eyes light up as I stand up and circle around her slowly. What should I do now? I can't make it too big otherwise people will start asking questions. I grin as I finally decide what I am going to do, walking over to the desk and looking for a specific object. When I finally find what I am looking for, a paperweight about the size of my fist, I turn around and skip over to where Evanna is kneeling. I hold the paperweight in front of her face and she panics, crying and thrashing, trying to break free of her confinements. I take a few steps back and yawn, a look of boredom crossing my face as I casually flick my wrist, sending the paperweight flying through the air. Moments later it collides with her stomach forcefully, causing her to scream into her gag and double over. I smile sweetly and kneel next to her, wiping away the tears that are streaming down her face before hugging her tightly.

"That wasn't so bad was it? I could do so much worse, but I'm going to let you off easy this time. After all, this was just a warning for you. Don't cry sweetie! It's all over now. You can't tell anyone about this though, otherwise it will make me very sad and I will have to tell them that you are just going crazy. You don't want to make me sad, do you?" I say to her in a baby voice, rubbing her back soothingly as I slowly untie her hands. "If anyone asks, which they won't because I hit your stomach, you tell them that you ran into the counter in the kitchen, ok?" I ask her, even though it's not really a question. She nods and a smile innocently and reply, "Goodie! Now I'll remove the gag if you promise not to scream. That would put us in a very awkward situation!"

She nods once again and I remove the gag from her mouth. "Now get out of here," I say before adding, "In case you couldn't tell, I don't like you."

Without saying a word, Evanna runs out the door and shuts it silently behind her. I laugh darkly and lay down on my bed so I can try to go back to sleep. Discovering that I can't, I get up and go to the closet to pick out the clothes I am going to wear today. I quickly locate my training outfit and pull it out, examining it closely as I do. I don't know what the outfits looked like in other years, but I'm going to guess that they didn't look like this.

My training outfit is a black tank top with two bright green stripes running down the sides. The back has my last name, Lockhart, on it and a big 7 which is also green. Matching the top is a short black skirt that also has green stripes running down the sides. The outfit comes with stretchy black shorts to go under the skirt and a bright green headband. I groan quietly. Evanna must have had something to do with this. Because of her I am going to look absolutely ridiculous in training! Although that isn't such a bad thing since I'm trying to look pathetic. I just hope all the other girls have the same training outfits.

I quickly go take a shower, being careful to avoid the sparkly soaps and shampoos, and the put the outfit on. I pull my hair back in a ponytail and smile. Even in mostly black, I look innocent and childish. I brush my teeth and then go back into my room to check the time. It's six o'clock already, so I either spent a lot of time with Evanna or I took a really long shower. I put my necklace on and skip out of the room. When I come across Evanna, I smile and say in the girly voice that I perfected on my first day here, "Hey Evanna! You are up early! I would still be sleeping, but I couldn't fall back asleep after I got woken up. I can't remember how I got woken up though… Anyway, do you know if breakfast is ready? I want to talk to Sephoria and then go down to training a bit early. Do you think they would let me?"

When she doesn't answer right away, I blink my eyes a few times and smile a little brighter as I say, "What's the matter? You look like you just saw a ghost! Don't worry; I'm sure everything will be fine!"

She looks at me and blinks before replying, "I think breakfast is ready, and I'm sure it is fine to go to training early as long as you don't touch anything." She stutters a few times while she is talking and refuses to look at me. I hug her tightly and say, "Ok! I'm gonna do that!" I quickly skip down the hall and fight the urge to smirk or start laughing.

Breakfast goes by quickly and is very uneventful. No one shows up while I am eating but I can feel someone watching me and I automatically know that Evanna is peeking at me from around the corner. She is so scared that she completely forgot to wake up Soul. I finish up my breakfast just as I was beginning to get a little creeped out by her constant stare and walk out of the room to the stairs, running down them as I reach the place I've been looking forward to the most since my arrival, the training room. Why have I been looking forward to it? I get to learn tons about my competitors here, and at night I get to work on my own skills. What's not to love?

When I first enter I hear voices, very familiar voices actually. The Careers are already here. This time I'm not going to hide from them, I'm sure they heard the door anyway. No, this time I'm going to talk to them, and be 'afraid' of them. I'm glad I got some of my anger out this morning otherwise I wouldn't be able to put on a fake smile and skip into the room.

The Careers stop talking when they see me and a smile spreads slowly on all of their faces. Now I know this sounds nice, I mean, they are smiling, that's a sign of friendliness, right? No, the Careers smiles are scary, predatorial, and are the kinds of smiles that will haunt your dreams at night. I widen my eyes slightly, not quite sure if I'm pretending to be afraid or if I actually am afraid. They look scary, but then I remember who they are. They are teenagers, they came from the districts just like I did, and they all just want to go back home. They are just like me in a lot of ways, and at the moment, they can't hurt me.

I stand there, completely frozen in my spot. (Well… not really, but I'm starting to believe that I'm actually afraid when I'm acting.) Flame walks up to me and looks at me for a few minutes as if she is judging me. Then, she holds her hand out to me. I slowly grab it and shake it.

She smiles brightly and says, "Hi I'm Flame! And you are?"

I continue to stare at her wide-eyed for a few moments before muttering, "My name is Lacey" and dropping my gaze to the floor.

"Oh! So you're Lacey! I've heard quite a bit you! You seem a bit shy but I can promise you, even though we are Careers, we don't bite… much" She said with a wink. Behind her all the other Careers start laughing.

"Hey Flame! Speak for yourself, I bite a lot," Storm called out laughing.

Blair walked up to us and tapped the underside of my chin so I looked up at her. She smirked and whispered, "Tell me, do you bite?"

I squeaked quietly and then replied, "No… no, I don't think so."

Blair grinned and then said in a slightly menacing tone, "Well then I suggest you learn to…. before it's too late. The only time being the predator is fun, is when the prey fights back."

I tried to take a step back and discovered that there was a person behind me. I squeaked again and jumped before turning around to face the person. Storm was standing behind me with a knife that he picked up off the rack behind him. He grabbed my arm and when I tried to get away, he let go suddenly, and I ended up tripping. I curl up in a ball and pretend to cry. I look up through my hands and see Flame, Blair, Storm, and Sebastian circling around me with blood-thirsty looks on their faces.

Thank goodness my laughing sounds and looks like my crying if you can't see my face, otherwise I'd be screwed and my plan would be ruined before training even started. I'd have to find a completely new strategy, and I somehow doubt any new plan could be nearly as effective or successful as my current one. If I want my act to go unnoticed, I am going to have to act through some embarrassing situations, this one being a great example of that. Do you honestly think I want to be curled up in a ball between 4, wait; now 5 since Brandon joined the circle, bloody-thirsty Careers? No. I really don't, I honestly want to stand up now and show them that I'm not as pathetic as they think I am. I know I shouldn't do that though, so I continue to lay on the ground and 'cry' as they get closer and closer. I'm not sure how long this continues, but eventually I hear Cameron and Alice both yell out, "STOP! You guys could get in so much trouble for doing this."

Just as the five of them are about to step back, a new voice booms out, loud, clear, and filled with authority, "Just what do you guys think you are doing? Of all people, I didn't expect the Careers to be the ones to break the rules. Aren't you guys the Capitol's little lap dogs? You guys always do what they want. And seriously? I mean, I know you guys like watching people suffer, but even you can't truly be heartless enough to enjoy this. Look at her. She isn't even 5 feet tall. She reminds me of an 8 year old. I don't know about you, but I think it's just wrong to pick on little children. Save it for the Games, she'll be an easy target then, and then you won't seem as monstrous as you do now." The person sighs before continuing, "And besides, the trainers are going to be here any minute, I don't think you want to face the punishments that they give for breaking their rules. Do you remember Collin from the 28th Hunger Games? He was from district one. He broke the rules, cornered the girl from 5 and held a knife to her throat. As punishment, they broke his left kneecap and blinded him in his right eye. He was the first career ever to die in the bloodbath, and he was killed by a 12 year old girl from 9. Total disaster for district 1 that year. Do you remember who won? The girl from 5, that's who. So just think about what you are doing before you all just become disgraces to your districts, ok?"

Everyone slowly backs away with completely shocked looks on their faces before approaching the new person and talking to him in hushed tones. Unfortunately, I can't hear a word they are saying from here, and the line of Careers is blocking my view of the person that walked in. I get up and crawl over to the corner, hugging my knees to my chest and staring at the Careers with wide eyes. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Alice and Cameron talking to each other and glancing at me often. After a minute or so of this, Alice gets up and approaches me slowly, almost as if I am a frightened animal that will run off at any second. Now that I think about it, that's probably what I look like. I watch her curiously as she sits down next to me.

I shake slightly and look at her with wide eyes as I whisper, "You… You aren't gonna hurt me… are you?" She shakes her head quickly and hugs me.

"I'm Alice. And yes, I am a Career, but I'm not like them. I'm not bloodthirsty, ya know? I promise I won't hurt you… Lacey right?" She says in a calm voice. She sounds so sweet and sincere… but I don't trust her. She said so herself, she is a Career. I have to keep my guard up. I nod and look at her curiously before asking, "If you aren't bloodthirsty… then why are you with the Careers?"

She chuckles and replies, "I'm with them because they need me, and I'm less likely to get killed if I stick with them."

I get lost in thought after that, and she seems to notice that, so she gets up and leaves me alone in the corner once again to think. If she is useful to the Careers, useful enough to ensure her safety, then maybe I should reconsider her spot on the list. I'm still thinking about new spots on the list when someone clears their throat and shakes my shoulder lightly.

I jump slightly, moving further into the corner in the process and stare at the person who interrupted my thoughts. They are one of the younger male tributes and he has jet black hair and brilliant green eyes that are looking at me with a mixture of worry, fear… and something else that I can't quite place. He is holding his wrist tightly and I realize that I must have hit it against the wall when I jumped. I blush lightly and take a deep breath before saying, "Hi… I'm sorry about your wrist. Are you okay?"

He blinks, as if he is surprised that I actually said something. He looks down at his wrist and then back up at me before grinning one of those boyish grins and replying, "Yeah I'm fine, though I have to admit that I didn't expect that. You are stronger than you look. Anyway, I'm surprised you responded, you've been staring off into space for like, 10 minutes and I thought you were ignoring me. If you don't mind me asking, what were you thinking about? I swear I could almost hear the gears turning in your head, so it had to be something big."

I grin sheepishly at him before answering, "Well, actually I wasn't really thinking about anything in particular. I tend to do that often. I get lost in my thoughts, but I'm not thinking about anything. I don't know. I know I sound completely crazy now... Anyway, since you snapped me out of my thoughts, I'm guessing you want to say something. What's up?"

He laughs, it's a loud and carefree laugh and I can't help it, I honestly think I could listen to that all day. "Pretty and smart, huh? Well hang on a second Little Red, I'm getting there. Gotta work up my ego again after getting hurt by a girl," he says teasingly, laughing again before adding, "I know your real name isn't Little Red, but I'm going to call you that whether you like it or not. I don't think I'm the only one calling you by a nickname, so don't be surprised when people call you that. You make the perfect Little Red Riding Hood,so it only makes sense that it would stick around as your nickname. Either that, or I heard the nickname Angel for you. So... Little Red Angel? Seems... Fitting almost."

I blush again before smiling. "Seriously? Little Red Angel? Aren't Angels supposed to wear all white? I like just Little Red better, but I'd prefer Lacey. I umm... Honestly don't know your name. I think it's either Jagger or... Munro?" I laugh for a moment and hit his arm lightly before saying, "And stop stalling; you are gonna run out of time! Training is going to start soon!"

He pretends to be hurt and rubs his arm lightly before replying, "Alright, alright! Geez woman, Stop hurting me! It's Jagger, by the way. I'm from district 10. And if I remember correctly, you, Little Red, are from district 7. Anyway, I came over here to ask if you wanted to train with me today. You can say no, but I really want to. Maybe we could form an alliance or something. Again you can say no. Oh and now that I think about it, I have a question I need to ask you. In private. Ummm yeah. So what do you say?"

I blink and he looks down at his shoes, a light blush spreading across his face. After considering it for a moment, I say, "Yeah sure! Sounds like fun!"

He lets out a breath that I didn't realize he was holding in and grins brightly at me, standing up and offering me a hand which I gladly accept. He tugs on my arm and I stumble forward, almost losing my balance and falling back to the ground. He laughs and puts his hand on my shoulder to steady me. Once I have gained my balance, I skip over to where the rest of the tributes are starting to gather, dragging Jagger along behind me. When we reach the area, I can't help but notice that Cameron is staring at Jagger with a look of pure hatred while the rest of the careers are looking at me, except Alice, who is looking at Cameron with a worried expression on her face. Feeling intimidated by the Careers' glares, I slowly shift spots so I am behind Jagger to some degree and he grips my hand tightly, obviously knowing what is bothering me. The Careers look at each other and then over to us, and I know that they are planning to come over and confront us. Others in the circle seem to notice it too, and they slowly move away from Jagger and me. Just when I think I am going to have to face them again (and I really don't want to), two people come up and stand by us. One I instantly recognize as Soul and I run over to him and start crying, because that's what he obviously expects me to do. I hide behind him, which is really easy to do since I am so small. Jagger gives me a quizzical look before shaking it off and joining me by Soul.

The other person... I don't really know who they are. I mean, I know that it's Jasper, district 8's male tribute, but I don't understand what he is doing. That is, until he starts to talk.

"Seriously? Why are you guys picking on some of the youngest people here? Have you really become that desperate already? We already went this. It's wrong to harass the little children, especially when it is quite obvious that they don't like you. So just leave them alone, got it? Save it for the Arena."

I can't help but smile. Jasper seriously has the Careers speechless, just like he had done earlier. He saved me from another confrontation and I'm grateful for that. I don't think I could have curled up in a ball and cried some more. I'm guessing that I'm lost in my own thoughts again because I feel a tug on my hand, but I don't really respond to it. Soon I am dragged out of the circle and someone shakes my shoulders gently. I hear someone calling my name, but it sounds distant. The person begins to shake me roughly, making me feel like a little rag doll that is being thrown around. The voices get louder as well and finally, I blink and focus on the person in front of me. I stare into Soul's worried grey eyes for a moment before glancing around the room which makes me notice that everyone is looking at me with either worried or amused looks on their faces. I open my mouth to say something but before I can even start speaking, Soul exclaims, "Lacey! What the hell is going on between you and the Careers? They look like they want to kill you! Are you okay?"

I stare at him warily for a few minutes, trying to come up with a good explanation that won't give away the fact that I had spied on them last night. Finally deciding on a good answer, I say slowly in a voice filled with innocence and fear, "They want to kill me Soul! I'm so small and an easy target and they are the Careers! They almost hurt me earlier… I'm so scared Soul!" I trail off at the end and bury my head in his chest, almost as if not being able to see the Careers would make them go away.

I look up again and notice that the eyes staring down at me are that brilliant shade of green that I have decided is one of my favorite colors. I study his eyes carefully, not quite sure what I was looking for. I notice that there are little specks of blue, yellow, and oddly enough, silver in his eyes. It's a really beautiful color, and I'm instantly jealous of Jagger because I wish my eyes looked like that. I don't know how long we stood there, or when Jagger had replaced Soul, but soon the clicking of high heeled shoes can be heard and our trainer walks into the room. I slowly untangle myself from Jagger's arms and turn to face her, wiping my tears away.

"Hello tributes! I am Althea Perthshire and I am the head trainer this year," she says in a loud, authoritative voice that resonates to all corners of the training center. She pauses for a minute before adding; "Now before we begin I would like go over a few rules and give you some advice. As most of you know, there are three training days before the private sessions. What you do on these three days could be the difference between life and death when you enter the Arena. I suggest you try all the stations at least once, especially the survival stations. In the last few years, over 50% of the tributes died from natural causes. You never know what the arena will be like this year, so it is best to be prepared for any possible situation. Use your time wisely, discover what you are good at and make allies. They could change your odds in the Arena. At each station there will be a master, or an expert who will be able to help you. Now for the rules. You are not allowed to attack or physically harm any other tribute. Do not attack the experts, they are here to help. You aren't allowed to threaten or force others to do what you say. Failure to comply with these rules will result in severe punishments that can, and will, lower your chances of survival in the arena. Good luck young tributes, may the odds be ever in your favor." With that, she walks away and leaves us to train with the 'masters'.

There are a few moments when no one moves, but soon the careers run off to play with weapons and everyone else slowly drifts off to other stations. I turn to Jagger, noticing that Soul went to the ax station. Figures, you want to start in your comfort zone and work your way out of it slowly.

I look around for a minute before asking, "So… where do you want to go first?"

He shrugs, "Anywhere away from the Careers. I don't think that would work out well. Umm, how about knot tying?"

I grin and reply, "Ok! I'll race ya!" before running off to the knot tying station, sitting down just seconds before Jagger does. I laugh as he pretends to be sad, which earns us a glare from the teacher at this station. Soon we are learning to tie knots. It's a skill I already know well, so while the man goes over the steps to making a few simple knots, I observe the other tributes silently, judging a few on a certain skill before turning back to my knot and catching up on the last couple of steps. Jagger seems to notice that I am often a few steps behind, but I think he assumes that I am spacing out.

After an hour of knot tying, Jagger and I have a few complicated knots perfected and I have gained a bit of information on the other tributes' strengths and weaknesses. We move on to camouflage, which I seem to be good at. Jagger, however, can't manage to get the colors right, so he always ends up looking kind of ridiculous, which he seems to be okay with. I eventually occupy myself by painting my arm rainbow colors while he tries to match the tree. Before he can, Lunch is called and we all slowly leave the training room.

Lunch goes by quickly and is fairly uneventful. Soul went to sit with Jasper from 8, Sadie from 3, Axel from 5, Axel's district partner Skye, and Scarlett from 11. The six of them worry me a little. Besides the Careers, they are some of the biggest competition at the moment, and with a group that large, they could be dangerous. I would be extremely concerned, but I know that Soul will protect me instead of joining that group, so I don't really have a reason to be too worried. The Careers sit together and alternate between staring down tributes and laughing extremely loud. I swear they are getting on my last nerve. I really want to just strangle them all so they will stop laughing. A few other small groups have formed, but nothing else of major importance… yet.

After lunch, Jagger and I go to a few more survival skill stations. By the end of training day 1, we have covered knot tying, camouflage, plant identification (I think we agreed to re-visit that later, it's important), shelter building, and first aid (which we also agreed to re-visit). Tomorrow we plan on finishing with all the survival stations and moving on to physical stations that don't require weapons such as climbing, agility, the ropes course, and the gauntlet. I am satisfied with what we accomplished, and I have to admit that I like Jagger more than I expected to… as a friend, of course. When the time comes I'll kill him, but still, I didn't expect to make any friends here.

As we are walking out of the training center, I suddenly remember something from this morning. I tap Jagger on the shoulder before grabbing his hand and leading him down an empty hallway. I turn around and face him, quickly saying, "This morning you said you wanted to talk to me in private, what did you want to talk about?"

He blushes then looks at his feet and replies, "Oh! I did… right. Ummm… it's nothing. In all honesty, I forgot. Goodnight! I'll see you tomorrow!" He then runs past me and back towards the group.

Well, that was officially odd. I shrug it off and rejoin the group quickly. When I reach floor seven, I instantly make up an excuse about being exhausted and run off to my room. It's six, and I'm guessing I can't start practicing until eleven, so that gives me five hours to sleep. I quickly set my alarm for eleven, change into my pajamas, and slip into bed. I lie there, thinking about everything and nothing all at once until my eyelids flutter shut and I slowly fall asleep.

That's the chapter! Oooooh, what's going on between Jagger and Lacey? What does Jagger want to say, but is too afraid to? I hoped you enjoyed! Since its Thanksgiving break (almost), I hope to have some extra time to write. My goal is to have the next chapter up on Sunday. It will be a shorter chapter though, most likely. If you hated my chapter, then use the virtual knife I gave you earlier and throw it at me, or review saying you hated it and then laugh evilly when I start to cry. :P Please review and tell me what you think! Reviews make my day, encourage me to write, and help me improve my writing! If you don't tell me about a mistake I am making, I will likely make the same mistake again and then that makes you angry enough to throw virtual knives at me… and that doesn't end well.

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