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Sorry that this chapter is so short. It's a shorty, but importaint!

Max's POV (time skip...sorry)

Our history teacher slammed a hardback book on the desk, showing the class the cover. "Has anyone heard of Bridget Cleary?" She asked. Riv's hand shot up, but no one elses.

"You've heard of her, Jordan?" Our teacher asked her. Riv nodded.

"Yeah, I have that book." She said.

"It's rather fastenating," She said. "And since we are in the city of witch hunts, I thought this would be a good dicussion.

"Bridget Cleary fell sick, and dissapeared. Before she did, people believed she was a changling. Does anyone know what that is?"

Again, Riv's hand shot up.

"Yes, Jordan?"

"In most folklores, a changling is a fearie. A group of fearies take a human child or baby, and replace it with someone of their own species. That someone then takes the form of hte child a grows up with the human family." Riv said. I was suprised by her knowledge of this. I knew things like this interested her, but she sounded like she spat out a text book.

"Correct, although there are sem ledgens that suggest that changlings are demons or something of a more mevolent pesona.

"I will read a section out of the book, so if you're going to day dream, at least stare at a book and do it so I won't feel like a bad teacher."

She picked up the book, and opened to the first chapter. "'The winter of 1894/95 was exceptionally hard, with February 1895 the coldest yet recorded in many parts of Ireland and Britain. Farm work was seriously delayed, and agricultural laborers in Ireland were facing unemployment..."

I wanted to listen, but my mind kept wondering off. Not like it mattered; I don't think folklore would help my future career.

Fang and I have been officaly boyfirend/girlfriend for about a month now (I know! Such a big time skip DX I'm sorry, but nothing really went on except for the usual stuff). Before I go on, let me say that I'm extremely happy that Fang is my boyfriend...but, I don't want a boyfriend.

Well, I do, but with my situation at home, it's a very bad idea. Yeah, Fang's "sworn to secretry" or whatever, but what if something happens? Ugh, why did I ever went out with him? Stupid girl-hormons...

Still, I like him a lot...like, a lot. Not just stupid little puppy love or hormons or anything like that...

"Max!" Our teacher snapped at me. My head, which had unknowingly been resting on my hend, jerked up.

"Eh?" I said without meaning too. Iggy snickered at the noise I made at the back of my throat.

"Were you listening?"

"Uhh...sure?"

"Okay, who are we talking about?"

...Gosh, what was her name again? Bethany? Bellatrix? "Umm...Beverly Hills?"

She smirked and shook her head. "No, that's a place there ladies who look like they've rolled around in powder cheese live in." (No offense to those who live there). "At least act like you're paying attention."

I chuckled and nodded my head. She was an awesome teacher.

As I walked home with Riv, Iggy, and Fang, I couldn't shake off the feeling that something bad was going to happen. I didn't want to think about it, though. I have enough trouble in my life, I don't need to worry about something that probably isn't going to happen.

We hunged out at Riv's house for a long time. I asked Robert this morning if I could stay out late. He said to get home at seven o'clock, no later no less. It's rather preculiar why he said "no less", but he's preculiar (code word for something rated R). If was kind of fun. We watched the last Harry Potter movie (Riv is a huge-and I mean HUGE-fan of Harry Potter, and keeps bugging Iggy to read the books. He's the only one of us who hasn't.) Then her mom made pasta, then teased Riv of her "Snap obsession". Then Riv proceeded to die in laughter has she told her mother that his name was "Snape" not "Snap".

Fang walked me home, even though Riv was just about five houses down from mine.

We stopped in front of my house. "You alright?" He asked me.

"I alright." I said with a smirk, making fun of his "Tarzan Talk".

He rolled his eyes, and kissed me. And I won't lie-I blushed. You would have, too, if you kissed him. Then would have woken up in a hospital, because I would have beaten the crap out of you for kissing my boyfriend.

"Night," I said, walking to my house. He nodded, and waited untill I was inside before he left.

I walked in, suprised by what I saw. Robert was there, looking slightly high, but more-or-less sober. And a man, with swarmy skin, gressy balck hair that fell in his eyes and slicked on the back of his thick neck. He looked very musculer and strong. His eyes were a dark brown and were blood shot. He had dark circles under his sucken eyes, and his eye brows were thick. His tan skin shined with sweat in the artifical light. Yuck.

"That her?" He grunted in a deep voice. Robert nodded.

"A little skinny, but she'll do. Here." The man tossed Robert a yellow evenlope. He then, checked inside, and nodded. I didn't see inside, but I was pretty sure what was in there.

He nodded once, and then turned off the lights. He locked the door on his way upstairs, so I was left with this man in the dark.

At first, I wasn't scare, because I was sure I'd kill him if he came near me. But then reality kicked in, and he pinned me down to the floor. His knees were on my theighs, and hands on my upper arms...

If school was Hell's waiting room, and my house was Hell, then this must be Hell's personal Hell.

I bet you all know what happened...I reallydidn't want ot get into detail. For one thing, I'm trying to keep this rated Teen, and also for the sake of your and my sanity.

I'm sorry if anyone has had a...familert situation, and I have brought up some unpleasent memories. If..you ever wan to talk to someone...PM me? Yeah, I don't know you and you don't know me. But I'll listen, and perhaps give you me best advice. Most of all, I'll listen and pray for you.

So...Review! I'm so close to 100! So please reveiw! Thanks-a-doodles.