So yes. I did say Id update during the weekend. Now it's Wednesday. But I have an ultra good reason this time.

Recently, a girl had been in the hospital being treated for a tumor in her brain. Everyone in my grade knew her, for she was once a student walking and laughing and gossiping all day long. That was when her only worry was if that guy she liked in first period would talk to her, or what clothes she'd wear tomorrow. But over the time period of the summer, a tumor developed in her brain. Everyone was in a tragic state.

In the beginning of the week, word spread that she was on the brink of passing. Everybody was on the edge of their seats, waiting for the call that would make our hearts shatter. Today, we got that call. Several texts popped up in my inbox- I ignored them since I was just living for show choir practice. As I walked down the hallway to my classes, I noticed clusters of girls holding each other with tear-streaked faces. Boys were staring around with stony expressions. And then someone told me.

She had passed in the early hours of the morning. I was even up around the time she died, going to sleep a mere two hours earlier. She died peacefully and in her sleep, but that did not take away the pain we all feel now. I think about the future a lot. And when I think about the future, and then about the girl, I realize with a terrifying thought that she will never have a future. That girl that I saw smiling all day. That girl that I saw flirting with the boy I used to like. That girl will never get her first kiss. She will never marry, never find true love, never grow old, never have children, or expireance the wonders of the world. She will never be able to say the two words every girl wants to mutter to her Prince Charming, "I do." And that is what truly breaks my heart.

Classes continue on, though we wish they'd all just let us go home. How do we concentrate on something so real as what a2 + b2 equals when we're thinking about something as surreal as someone our own age dying. Someone we knew.

Today, I saw people cry. Today, I cried. And today, a young soul was taken from the Earth at the wrong time.

Tomorrow, I will see people cry. Tomorrow, I may cry again. But tomorrow, we will realize that she is happy and that she is finally without pain. Tomorrow, a little bit of peace will be restored to our heavy thoughts.

Sorry. I rambled. For a very long time, too. But I had to get it out.

Anyway. Some story-related news:

I will not be replying to questions on here anymore. Instead, I will only type of questions of anonymous reviews. It takes too much time to reply to all your questions- but that is not a bad thing. I love your questions :)

Also, I will be creating a new story that will be up either very late tonight or very early tomorrow morning. So. Look out for that. No, I don't know the title, but just look out for my name. Okay, anonymous reviews, I'll answer your questions next chapter. I'm a bit too depressed to answer anything right now…

And another thing. Have I told you anything about a telepathic link between all the Archangels? If not, tell me and I'll explain next chapter.

Out with my rambling and in with the new chapter!

FPOV

A tingle ran up my spine. Automatically, I reached out in the web, feeling all the nooks and crannies, searching for any disturbance. And I found it. It was Max. Something was changing inside her. And I think I knew what it was.

But just to make sure….

No, I told myself. You will not invade Max's privacy again.

But I needed to make sure….

I reached back into the web and grabbed onto Max's life line. Then I envisioned entering Max's head, knowing what she thinks, being Max.

And I was suddenly Max.

Max was still sleeping soudly. She kept dreaming peacefully without even realize her body was changing. Not on the outside, but on the inside.

She was becoming a full-fledged Archangel.

Tomorrow Max would be fast. Faster than anything anyone could imagine. Faster than any of your vampire idols.

The next day, she'll be strong. Stronger than the boyfriend-friendly werewolves.

But that's not the bad part. Bad thing is the mood swings. They'll be starting any day now, and it will not be pretty. It'll be like a rubber band snapping somewhere inside her. She'll just explode on someone. And she'll keep exploding until the week is over.

Mentally, I groaned. I was not looking forward to this.

I pulled myself from Max's mind just before she woke up.

The upcoming week would be torture. I would need to get prepared.

Alright, Fang. Let's get some gallons of water, a vacant garage, and some metal.

Nodding to myself, I grabbed a jacket off my chair and headed down the stairs. Mum was waiting in the kitchen.

"Fang? Is that you?"

"Yes, Mum."

"Honey, where are you going at five in the morning?"

"It's Max."

"Gabrielle?"

"Yeah."

Her hand fluttered to her heart.

"By the Angel. Is everything alright?"

"Yes, Mum. She's just…beginning to fledge."

"Oh! Oh, okay! Then go, go! By all means, please, get out of here! I know it's going to take some time for you to gather up your materials."

I nodded. "It's not the easiest thing in the world to find metal strong enough to hold an Archangel down."

Mum sighed. "I hear that. Okay, not get on out of here, Fang. I'll see you later."

"Bye, Mum." I kissed her cheek and hurried out the door.