(I was reading my old stories, and I saw how much better they are than my new ones…so I decided to, instead of trying (and failing) to write new stories, I'm going to continue my old ones. This one first, though. Then Fang's new power. Than POSSIBLY Interview Chaos.)

(And because I cannot just announce random stuff and expect people to review and alert, I'm going to write a short chapter with an evil cliffie at the end. Muahahahah!)

Fang: Really? Another disclaimer?

Me: I know, we don't really need one.

Fang: Just what I was thinking. Then why are you doing it?

Me: Everybody loved the last one!

Fang: That was months ago!

Me: Death glare.

Fang: WHATT???!??!? You're not James Patterson?

Me: Death glare.

Fang *dies*

Aw, wasn't that just a touching moment? Well since Sam Havni is a little liar, that's not really how it ended. Here's how the end really goes.

It's not an end at all.

I hadn't noticed we were on a totally different agenda lately, and, really, I still felt like something was missing.

The actual memories of the school, not just James Patterson (Who after all this time I still want to kill) saying 'oh it was terrible.'

But I soon found that this was as good as it was going to get.

It was noon, the sun's vibrant rays casting brightly through the scenery of the trees on to the soft ground. The flock was doing flock things. Like flying, scouting, and playing (In Iggy and Gazzy's case)

I was sitting doing nothing, as usual. Just thinking, writing poems in the dirt with my index finger.

Memories aside,

Moments tossed,

The best kind of memories

Are those that are lost.

That was yesterday's poem. Each one was lost with the wind, each day. Today, I hadn't written a poem. So the wind took my memory. ALL of our memories.

A shiver ran up my back, causing my head to twich. It felt a dream, that you just can't remember. Where was it all going? The abyss was absconding with my memories. Give them back! I thought angrily. I forgot was I wanted back. I forgot everything. And just before the last little bit of happiness floated away, I heard a voice.

Be careful what you wish for, Fang.

And just like that, a more intense shiver ran up my back, and I passed out, and, by the looks of it, so did the flock.

But by then they were all a mystery.

All over again.

(Hehe. Told you it would be evil! Review! Was it like old times? Better? Worse? Please tell me!)