An: I don't know...I just don't know. But you will know when you finish reading this, you will know why I don't know. And you won't know either. *ahem* Sorry about that, I just don't know what to think about this chapter. I wrote it while a heatwave was going on, thankfully it stopped by the time I finished this.

Disclaimer: I do not own ROTG. I simply don't. BUT I do own my OCs! :D

Samantha floated over a school somewhere in the desert known as Southern California. In the back of the school was a small field, most likely used for soccer during the weekends. Samantha smirked as she saw the ant-like figures of the students running. She urged the wind to bring her closer to the scene; this was going to be fun!

Samantha could feel the temperature rise as she drew closer to the blacktop next to the field. The ant-like figures now looked like children; or teenagers if you want to get technical. Her smirk deepened as she saw the sweat dripping from their foreheads, their groans, the energy being sapped from their body. She watched amused as they all ran to the locker room after their laps were done, hoping to escape the now ungodly heat. Her grin widened even more as she heard the groans when the children realized that the air conditioning wasn't working.

Sometimes she would wonder why she loved to see the people suffer so much. Well, suffer isn't the right word; she doesn't want to hurt them, she just likes to see their discomfort. Humans were very entertaining; the slightest thing would make them squirm! She watched as some of the children filed out of their respective locker rooms, now dressed, but still sweating and looking absolutely miserable. It was wonderful! Samantha watched in amusement as one girl shook her fist at the sky.

"Damn you Southern California! Damn you!" The girl screamed as loud as she can.

Samantha laughed. No—laugh wasn't the right word, she cackled. Samantha slowly rose up into the air, still laughing at the children's discomfort. She didn't notice the other presence in the air with her until it was too late.

"Ahem." A soft, girlish voice rang through the air, breaking through Samantha's crazed laugh. Almost instantly Samantha stopped laughing and her face paled. She slowly turned around, only to see the face of pure rage.

Katie, otherwise known as spring, glared at Samantha. No—glared isn't the right word. She burned fiery holes into Samantha's soul. Samantha gulped; pissing off Katie is never a good idea, no matter how shy she may seem. Samantha rubbed the back of her neck nervously, she was about to say something but was cut off.

"I'll give you twenty seconds to run as fast as you can. You better hope I don't catch you." Katie said lowly, dangerously. Only one word sprang into Samantha's mind and she made no attempt to keep it from coming out.

"Shit." The wind carried her away faster than Katie could blink. Katie's light green eyes scanned the area below her. Noticing the miserable teenagers, she face-palmed.

"Damn you Sam. Damn you." She grumbled; it was going to take a while before she could get rid of the heat wave. "When I figure out how, I'm going to kill that girl." Katie muttered those last, happy words before going to fix the unbearable heat.

Samantha didn't show her face again for a few months.

An: Like I said, I just don't know. I'm starting to wrap my OCs with distinct personalities! :D Yay!

Also, be warned, I've established in my head that Samantha's gonna have a potty mouth. *whispers* I'm sorry...

Please review! *dances like a retarded seal* For more silly season antics! xD And author antics! *continues to dance like a retarded seal*