Chapter 7:

"Annabelle?" Somebody whispered, shaking me awake.

"Go away" I mumbled, pulling the sheets over my head, blocking the blinding light. I just heard laughter and felt the warm sheets fly off of my body.

"Ugh" I groaned, I got up while rubbing my head and sleepy eyes, every part of me ached… and hard.

"Are you always like this?" I heard the voice ask again. I snorted.

"Only when I've got sword practice until 1 in the morning, that's really about it" I muttered. The voice laughed again.

"Open your eyes Annabelle" I opened them, temperately blinded by the burning light.

"Ah! The light, it burns!" I screamed, and I fell back onto my cot, that received more laughter.

"Just get up!" The voice commanded playfully.

"I'm sorry master; I'm a bad puppy for not wanting to get up at 5 in the morning after 4 hours of sleep. Hit me as you wish." I said in a sad, innocent voice. And I bowed my head, waiting for the blow that would never come.

"I'm sorry Anna, Peter sent me in here to get you up." The voice responded. I looked up and it was some weird Indian dude.

"No offense, but who the heck are you, and what are you doing in my room?" I demanded, getting up.

"Well, I'm Red Robin—" Insert "Yum!" (Yours truly) here, and for that I received a strange look but I decided not to elaborate. "And I'm one of the many turned Indians that decided to get rid of Hook and James, once and for all."

I gulped at the last part. I still wasn't used to the whole 'killing' part of wars. I mean sure I've been killed/attempted to be killed a few times. There was the James incident, then the whole bicycle to car crash (that's another story), and then the Joey junk, and then, well I've almost drowned a few times… where was I? Oh yeah, I don't like killing things. When I see a dead bug I cry. I hate death; it's destroyed my entire life. You get the picture?

"Yeah, well, um, can I um, can you like leave so I can get dressed?" I asked, not wanting to sound rude, but I mean, I didn't feel comfortable in these clothes.

"Oh! Of course, continue." He jumped and sprinted out of the room. I smiled, pleased that I had gotten over one obstacle.

"Let's see, what to wear, what to wear…"

~On the 'battle' site

I decided to wear jeans and a thin, clingy, long-sleeve shirt. It was darker beige with little orange stuff on it, I think it was flowers. But I wasn't sure. I walked over to Peter, and kissed him on the lips in the middle of a conversation he was having with some people.

"Ahh, you finally got up? Red Robin — yum — was telling me how stubborn you were about getting up." I smiled sweetly.

"Yes but he threw the covers off of me after I'd only had 4 hours of sleep. Hey, where are the kids?" I know that sounds weird, but it didn't, it was normal for me, I was their mom, Peter was their dad, the sky was blue, and the grass is green. It was just a fact of life. But Peter was already in a conversation. I sighed and rolled my eyes.

"Mom!" I heard Twinkie and Binky shout. I spun around and was tackled in hugs. There were many questions and hugs and some kisses, and I was happy. I was with my family, where I belonged. I was needed and loved. I was content.

Author's Note: Guys, I'm really sorry about being a crappy updater. Who knew that at the end of the school year you'd have to write 1 essay, 4 huge projects, like tons of math homework, millions of tests, and don't even get me started on the papers due. Ugh, I thought the end of the school year was supposed to be enjoyed. I guess the Board of Education had other plans… I am eternally sorry about the whole 'not updating thing' and I hope that you can forgive me and review your little hearts out! Well, I hope you liked the new chapter; the actual 'battle' will take place during the next few chapters. Then they get their happy ending and tra-la-la-la-la happy rainbows everywhere. Maybe. I don't know if I should continue with this series or not, if I do, it's just a little ending story, 3 or 4 chapters long at the least. So, please tell me what you think. I do believe I have a poll, so if you want to, check it out. Please review, no flames; hope you loved it, Ella out.

P.S I won my first poetry contest; I think I might put it up. It's a little poem on the economy and shoppers tell me if you want me to! ~EMM