/N Hey guys!
So, I'm back…exactly a month later. I'm REALLY sorry about that, but I can explain.
At first, it was school like I said. But then, I started getting sick. I don't mean, like, having the flu. I mean, I was literally throwing up every two days for no reason. (Sorry if you're squeamish.) It turned out to be nothing, just some digestion issues but it really drained me. So, I wrote a little bit each day. I didn't want the chapter to be crappy and rushed, because that wouldn't be fair to the people who submitted the D2 tributes. That's why it took so long. But I'm okay now, and the updates should be a little faster now depending on how big of a social life I have. Sorry if this was too detailed but I didn't wanna leave you all hanging after a whole month :P
Anywho, I'd just like to thank everyone for the super nice and motivating reviews! They all made me so happy (and relieved haha). I noticed that some of you don't even have tributes in the story and I appreciate that you still took the time to read my story and that you enjoyed it. I have underlined AND bolded the POVs since I got requests for both of those options…sorry if my formatting confused you guys :P
Anyway, I guess that's it. Hopefully no one has unsubscribed after the long wait…enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games.
Anyonka Elizabeth Condro POV
Whoosh. Another knife sails through the air, piercing the training dummy right in the chest a few feet away. Had that been a tribute in the Games, they would have been finished. Done. Dead as a doorknob.
And soon someone will be, for that exact reason. This year is my year to volunteer.
My mother is pretty afraid – which is somewhat understandable. My older sister, Oksana, died in the Games when she was 18, and I'm only 17. But I'm not worried. I won't make her mistake.
The only reason I'm even here is for some last minute touch-ups. Just getting myself warmed up one last time before heading over to the Big Bad Games. Besides, I'm gonna miss this place. Such great memories were made at the training center…like that one time I accidentally cut Rosel Francheli with my knife. Ha. That was funny.
Anyway, back to more important things. I switch station, heading over to the archery section for the last time. As I warm up on my favorite bow, I think of how lucky I am to even HAVE the opportunity to participate in the Hunger Games. My parents both fought against the districts in the Mockingjay rebellion around thirty years ago. I can't believe that Katniss Everdeen. Did she really think she'd be able to put an end to the Games? Please. She was so delusional.
My mother ended up suffering the consequences of that rebellion. Say ONE small thing, and suddenly you're turned into an Avox. Disgusting.
Anyways, whatever. I have more important things to think about at the moment. Training.
I take a few shots at the dummy, all my bows hitting the clearly marked spot where the vital organs would be hit on a live body except one. I shoot at the dummy again, just to be sure, and the arrow slashes right through the middle of the dummy's forehead. The brain. Not even the strongest career would stand a chance.
Satisfied with my last-minute training, I decide it's time to go home. I gather my things, packing my training bag neatly, and leave the arrows and other equipment right where I left them. Why should I pick them up? Someone else can do it. Besides, I need to look my best for the reaping.
I run into my best friend Carmelita Santya on the way out of the training center.
"Hey, Carm."
"Hey, Anyonka! So, this year's the big year, eh? Volunteering at last!"
"Yup. The big year, all right."
"Soo jealous! I wish I were brave enough to volunteer at 17. But, whatever, next year will be my turn."
"Yup. Then we can finally get out of this dump full of losers and live in the Victor's village."
Three girls our age who happen to be passing by send glares my way, overhearing my comment about the losers who don't volunteer. Oh, well. They know it's the truth.
I turn my attention back to Carmelita, "Well, I need to go get ready. I'll see you later?"'
"Yeah, I need to get ready too. See you later An!" she replies.
And with that, we head off in opposite directions towards our houses. The walk is sort of long – about 15 minutes or so – but bearable. All I need to do is mentally go through all my training techniques. How to throw a knife, shoot a bow…hell, they even taught us how to stalk other tributes. I do it all in my mind. Mentally going through the motions so that, when the time comes in real life, it'll be a piece of cake.
As I approach my house, I can hear voices coming from inside it. Surely, the house is in total chaos, as it always is the morning of the reaping.
I push the door open, only to have it hit my 14-year-old sister Cassandra who was fixing her hair in the mirror of the doorway.
"Ow!" she cries, rubbing the elbow that was hit, "Watch it!"
"Well, what the hell were you doing in the doorway, Cass?" I retort.
"I'm fixing my hair! It has to be perfect, and I'd suggest you leave this doorway free 'cause I also have my makeup to do."
I leave the doorway and head up to my room with a sigh. Typical Cassandra. I mean, I actually HAVE to look good because I'm volunteering. She's just overly obsessed with fashion and makeup. She's going to be the only one out of all my siblings and I to not participate in the Games; she wants to be a stylist at the Capitol. Odd, but at least she'll get to live in the Capitol. Our oldest brother is 26, and is a Peacekeeper in District 7 now. Very well-paid. He won his Games at 17, just like I will.
I run into my mother on the way to my room, and she gives me a small smile, obviously unable to say anything verbally. I smile back and walk into my room, locking the door behind me to block out the sound of Cassandra asking everyone where her mascara is.
Ryker Hero POV
I narrow my eyes, focusing on nothing else but the training dummy in front of me, my eyes shifting one by one to each bright orange section marking a vital organ. Make a split-second decision on which one to aim for. The heart. I take aim, swing my arm back and shoot, the knife whipping through the air at what seems like lightning speed before finally embedding itself into the dummy's chest. Right through the middle of its non-existent heart.
To be honest, I really didn't even feel like coming here today. I just want to get these Games over with, to prove to my parents and witch of a sister that I'm not as pathetic and useless as they think I am.
I will never forget that night…
I am sixteen, sitting on my king-sized bed, waiting for her to arrive. Her name is Thornia Briar, and I met her about five minutes ago in the local club of District 2, the only one we have. We were both a little more than tipsy, and I invited her to come over for a little fun. She agreed, telling me she just needed to go home and change into something more "comfortable". To be honest, I don't really see the point. She'll be naked within minutes either way.
The minutes continue to pass, and I find myself starting to get worried. What if she's passed out in her house and I'm just sitting here like an idiot for no reason? My frustration builds, until I'm about to shut my light off and just go to bed, when a sudden burst of sound stops me, making me jump.
The doorbell.
I rush down the large, spiraling staircase and over to the door. I open it, finding myself face-to-face with Thornia, wearing nothing but lacey lingerie.
"Now this is what I call comfortable!" she says with a little giggle.
I grin at her, causing her eyes to widen and her breathing to pick up speed. I've never really understood the effect I have on girls, although it can be rather amusing. I guess I'm just, well, attractive.
I scoop her up into my arms, making her squeal in surprise and then dissolve into giggles, carrying her up the staircase and into my room where I lay her down gently on my bed. Things start to get heated. Within a minute she has completely undressed me and I am kissing her neck.
Our night of fun has begun.
Several hours later, we are still laying on my bed in each other's arms, whispering sweet nothings to each other, both just on the edge of sleep.
Suddenly, the door bursts open, revealing my father in his Peacekeeper uniform. He usually never comes home this early. His face is flushed with utter fury. He points a finger towards Thornia, making her cringe in fear.
"You! Get the hell out of my house, you dirty slut!"
She springs up with a speed that's almost comical and bolts out of the room, not even bothering to put her clothes back on. My father's eyes don't leave her until she is completely out of sight.
At the sound of our front door slamming shut, he turns to me with an evil glint in his eye that I've never seen before.
"Son, who was that?" he asks, completely calm, which in many ways is ten times worse than him yelling, "How many times has she been here?"
I don't give him an answer, frozen in terror. He then slaps me right across the face, nearly knocking me to the ground.
"I asked you a question. How many times has that whore been here?!"
I rub my hand against the cheek he hit, feeling the warmth underneath as the blood rises up beneath my skin.
"She's never been here before tonight." I respond, my voice weaker than I would have liked.
My father ponders this for a second. He must believe me, because the next question has nothing to do with Thornia.
"How many other girls have been here?"
I stand my ground, remaining completely silent. What am I supposed to say to that? But, then I see my father raising his arm to hit me again and the answer just blurts thoughtlessly out of me.
"I don't know! I – I've lost count."
My father lowers his arm slowly. His face turns redder and redder as he realizes what this means.
"You are not my son. YOU ARE NOT MY SON!"
"Dad, no, please, just..just calm down-"
"Calm down?! CALM DOWN?! Look at what you're doing!"
He punches me in the face, this time knocking me down completely, and starts to kick me in the side again and again. I find myself starting to cry, against my own will, begging him to stop, to hear me out. I apologize over and over but he doesn't listen. He just continues to beat me, all of my pleads and apologies completely in vain, too late to mean anything.
He and my mother basically disowned me that night. My fifteen-year old sister Alexis visits me from time to time, but she's horrible to me, obviously believing everything that's been brainwashed into her by my parents for the past two years. She was sleeping at a friend's house that night, and probably doesn't even know the actual story. I live on my own now in a crammed apartment, the complete opposite of the huge, lavish house my Peacekeeper parents owned.
I put my knife back on the rack, fed up with the training. After packing my things, I look over to the right only to see that the girl who was there just a few minutes ago has left her knives and arrows scattered all over the place. I shake my head in disgust as I try to remember the girl's name… Annika, Anonkya? Something like that. One year below me in training and age.
I pick up her abandoned weapons and place them in the right racks before getting my bag and leaving the training centre for the last time. This part of my life is over. Today is when a new part begins…
I will prove to my former family what I am worth. They will wish they'd never disowned me. I'll let them know what they've been missing for the past two years, after I win the Hunger Games.
Anyonka Elizabeth Condro POV
I sigh as I open my closet at the realization that I'll actually have to put some thought into my reaping outfit this year. I work my way through the rack of outfits, pushing hanger after hanger off to the side until I finally settle on a dark blue sleeveless dress with lacey black fabric over the skirt that I don't even remember buying. I hastily put it on and turn towards my mirror, appraising my appearance.
The dress is actually very nice. It falls right above my knees and the slightly sequined sweetheart neckline looks great on me. I brush my through my wavy black hair and put some light makeup on, no lipstick of course. People have always commented on how naturally red my lips are. And my eerily pale skin, but that's another story.
I nod at my reflection, satisfied, and make my way downstairs. Cassandra and I are going to Carmelita's house, just like every year, only this time Oksana won't be with us.
"Cass, you almost ready?" I cry out, not knowing where she is in the house.
"One sec, my makeup isn't done yet!" Cassandra calls out from her room upstairs.
"No, Cass, the reaping starts in twenty minutes, we need to go!" I yell in frustration towards the general direction of her room.
Suddenly, she is walking down the stairs, wearing a simple purple dress with her hair all nicely styled and her makeup done to perfection.
"Jesus Cass. Carmelita is waiting, let's go!"
After quick good-bye to our parents, we head out the door towards Carmelita's house. She opens the door with an excited smile. She looks good too, in a simple light blue blouse and black skirt.
"Hey guys! All ready to go?" she asks excitedly.
Sentery Astono steps into the doorway from in the house. He's my other best friend besides Carmelita.
"Wow, An, you look amazing!" he exclaims, looking me up and down.
Did I mention that he has a MAJOR crush on me? Well, he does. But he doesn't know that I know and I don't feel the same way. At all. It's strictly friendship between he and I, and that's the way it's going to stay.
"Thanks." I reply dryly, "Now let's get to the reaping, already, I of all people cant be late!"
We leave the house without another word and make our way over to the town square, making easy conversation as we walk.
"So, Cass," Carmelita says, turning towards my sister with a mischievous grin, "What's the occasion?"
Cass rolls her eyes playfully, "Oh, please, this is nothing compared to last year…"
Ah, last year. My sister had truly overdone it, sporting a sparkling silver floor-length gown to the reaping. She was the most dolled-up thirteen year old there, and, to say he least, I was pretty embarrassed. I almost didn't talk to her for two days. But, oh well. What's done is done.
As Carmelita and Cassandra continue to laugh about my sister's fashion sense, Sentery takes the opportunity to focus all his attention on me.
"Are you sure you want to volunteer, An? I mean, you're only seventeen." He observes.
Hell no. He is not pulling this shit on me now.
"Sent, I'm volunteering. I know I can win it, trust me. Besides, next year is Carm's year."
"Carm can volunteer this year."
I raise an eyebrow. "So, it's okay if Carmelita volunteers, but not me? What's your deal?"
"I'm just worried, okay?"
"Well, don't be. I'll be fine. I'm volunteering, Sent." I snap.
He doesn't respond. I pick up my pace, walking ahead of the others towards the check-in booths.
I say my name and stick my hand out towards the Capitol freak, already knowing the drill for the past five reapings. She pricks it swiftly and wipes away the blood, not even saying a word to me.
"Next!"
I step away from the booth, letting Carmelita take my place. Once we've all been checked in, Carmelita, Sentery and I make our way to the seventeen section while Cass goes to the fourteens. I breath in slowly, taking it all in. Finally, the year for me to volunteer. I watch as the Capitol escort steps onto the stage, tapping her microphone annoyingly to see if it's on.
At least this is the last time I need to go through this bullshit.
Ryker Hero POV
I step into my apartment with a sigh, trying my hardest to shake off all of the bad memories that were running through my mind the entire way home. I head over to my room, rearranging and putting things away here and there in an attempt to keep the apartment looking decent. What the hell am I going to wear to this thing?
I look through my clothes – which isn't much compared to what I used to have – for something presentable. After all, I can't volunteer for the Games looking like a complete slob, right? Potential Capitol sponsors will be watching, and first impression is almost everything.
I finally settle with a plain black t-shirt and ripped up jeans. Casual with a slight edge. The Capitol will love it. I head over to my bathroom then to fix my hair and brush my teeth. I carefully comb my wispy black hair, making it look as appealing as possible.
Sometimes I can't help but see my father in my own reflection. I turn away from the mirror and start off for the reaping – anything to get that image out of my head. Suddenly, a high-pitched voice interrupts my thoughts.
"Hey, Ryker, looking good!"
I turn towards the source of the voice only to see three girls staring at me with near-identical stares of dreamy attraction. The blond haired one appears to be the one who complimented me, judging by the scarlet coloring of her face. Ha.
"Thanks, I guess. You look great too," I say politely, "And so do your friends." Can't leave them out.
The other two girls, a brunette and a redhead squeal with delight at this and I can't help but crack a smile. The redhead speaks up, then.
"So, Ryker, I heard you were volunteering this year…you are SOO brave…" she whispers.
"Yeah…gotta keep the district proud, right?" I say with a grin that inexplicably makes all three of them blush.
"Of course, and, like, you're obviously gonna win. I mean, you're you." The brunette says, twirling her hair around one finger.
"Of course." I reply.
"Well, good luck, Ryker!" the blond exclaims with a little wave.
Without another word, they turn away and begin walking towards the town square where the reaping is being held.
Well, that was…odd.
Anyonka Elizabeth Condro POV
"Welcome, welcome, to the official reaping of the 102nd annual Hunger Games!" the escort calls out with a stupidly excited grin practically reaching her temples.
As if there was ever a non-official reaping. Please. I turn to Carmelita and Sent and sigh exaggeratedly, making them snicker.
"So, how are you all doing?" the escort inquires, staring eagerly at the audience through her unnatural silver eyes.
No answer. Obviously.
After a few awkwardly silent seconds, the escort finally clears her throat, taking the mic back into her hand.
"Alrighty then. Let's break tradition; males first!"
She dips her hand into the boys bowl, a Chesire cat-like grin on her face, and swiftly pulls out a slip.
"Callaway Brambleton!"
The fourteen-year-old boy barely has time to register his name when a voice suddenly shouts out the two magic words.
"I volunteer!"
…along with about six or seven others, of course.
Ryker Hero POV
I make my way over to the 18 section, still internally laughing over the three girls I ran into earlier.
I just can't seem to wrap my head around the things they were saying to me. They've never seen me train, how can they be so sure I'll win. I mean, I will, but, how could they know? I shake my head to dismiss the questions running through my mind and start searching for my best friend, Mason. I spot him at the last second, way in the back with his blond hair and green eyes and start walking towards him.
"Hey, Mason, can we go a little closer to the front? There's no way either of us will get to that stage first if we stand back here."
"Honestly, man, what would I do without you?" he asks, grinning up at me.
We begin making our way to the front.
"So, what happens if neither of us end up in the Games? That would suck, wouldn't it?" Mason asks jokingly.
"Mason, don't jinx it! God."
"Oh, come on, don't get all superstitious on me!"
I don't have time to reply; the escort is talking. I completely tune her out, keeping my ears peeled for the one important thing she says…the name of the person I'll be replacing.
I accidentally catch my sister's eye in the 15 section. She doesn't notice me, but it's painful and distracting enough that I almost miss the name.
The next few seconds are a blur. I shout the two words as loud as possible, registering Mason's voice beside me saying the same thing, and charge.
As it turns out, Mason and I moving to the front really did have its advantages. Most other guys have given up the chase, and those who didn't are far enough away that we don't need to worry about them. Just me and Mason, fighting for the one available spot in the Games.
I see the stage now, just a foot away from me. This is it. I sprint forward and up the small steps, Mason just barely missing it. I made it.
I hear Mason behind me, "Aw, damn! Well, I'm glad you were the one to beat me, Ryker!"
I turn with an apologetic smile, and he just grins back at me.
"Good luck man."
With that, he turns around and heads back to the 18 section with two thumbs up pointed in my direction. Typical Mason, taking everything positively.
I spot my sister in the crowd, a look of absolute shock on her face. And then at my mother, who just seems indifferent. Lastly, my father, his stare cold and blank.
I will not let that stare break me. Not this time.
I zone out again, daydreaming of the look on my father's face when I finally come home. The only thing I hear is the female name being called out.
"Marguerita Hawkmoore!"
No reaction from anyone in the audience; the girl surely knows someone will volunteer.
Which someone does. Actually, around three people.
The competition for volunteering is never as fierce with the girls. A girl from the 17 section races forward and smoothly mounts the stage, all in about ten seconds. I wonder if I was that fast.
After the typical introductions are made, the magic moment arrives. We are being announced.
"Ladies and gentleman, I present you, Ryker Hero and Anyonka Elizabeth Condro, this year's tributes of District 2!"
We turn to each other and shake hands. I can't seem to stop looking at the girl's lips. They're so red, I can't help but wonder what kind of lipstick she's using that seems so realistic, almost like she isn't wearing lipstick at all. Those red lips curl into a small smirk as she releases my hand.
At least my district partner is interesting enough.
Anoyonka Elizabeth Condro POV
At least my district partner is interesting enough. Doesn't seem like a typical bloodthirsty career, which is a nice breath of fresh air. I make my way over to the tribute room and wait.
Can we skip this part, please? So useless.
The first people to come visit me are my family. My father is the first to speak.
"Well, this is it Anyonka. Our third child is entering the Games. I'm sure your brother will be proud. And-and so will your sister, Oksana."
Well. This is awkward. I force a smile, willing him to continue.
"Just don't forget all the tips I've given you. I'm not a victor for no reason, you know." He says with a wink.
I smile for real this time. I can't wait to be a victor myself. Then all of this training can finally pay off.
My father gives me a slightly awkward, one-armed hug before finally stepping back with my mother and Cassandra. My mother does the same, giving me a small smile that holds all the words she wishes she could say out loud. I smile back, assuring her that I understand. I hear her.
I turn towards Cassandra. The make-up she spent an hour applying was now all over her face.
"Are you seriously crying?" I tease with a smirk.
She glares tearily, "Shut up!"
Her gaze softens immediately after the words have escaped.
"I- I made you something."
She pulls something out of her small clutch and drops it into my lap. A small string bracelet, o obviously hand-made by my fourteen-year-old sister. For the first time this morning, I actually feel something.
"You…you made this for me? But you hate making jewelry. I thought you only liked brand-name shit…"
"I do. But…this is different."
I look up from the bracelet and smile at my little sister.
"Thanks. Seriously. Wow, this is weird, but I think I'll actually miss you."
Cassandra rolls her eyes with a grin.
"Thanks."
We both laugh and hug each other.
"Don't try mom and dad crazy while I'm gone. Lay off the make-up and shit for a while, alright?"
Cassandra shakes her head.
"You know I can't do that, right?"
Ryker Hero POV
The tribute room is relatively peaceful until Mason shows up, whooping loudly as he opens the door.
"Jesus, Mason, you're gonna get yourself kicked out. And there's another tribute, you know."
"Who cares, man? You made it! You're in the Games! Oh, what I'd give to be in your shoes right now.." he trails off, his eyes glazing over dreamily.
He snaps out of it quickly enough.
"But, it okay. I can now live vicariously through you, my friend! An if you die, I'll still be safe and alive." He adds with a grin.
I can't help but crack a smile. Oh, Mason.
"But, seriously bro, you better come back. Who else will I have to prank people and run from peacekeepers with?" he jokes.
"Mason, neither of us have ever run from a peacekeeper ever." I point out.
"Yeah, but one day we will!"
I laugh at this with a shake of my head, but I can't seem to hold the smile.
"I'll see you in two weeks?" I ask, holding out my hand for Mason to shake.
He takes my offer and shakes my hand. "Yup, two weeks. Or one, if you hurry up.
Anyonka Elizabeth Condro POV
A knock on the door. I open it, revealing Carmelita, Sent and, surprisingly, Rosel Franchelli on the other side.
Carmelita immediately gathers me into a hug.
"Good luck, An. I know you can do it!" she smiles with one last squeeze.
I smile back at her.
"So do I."
"You cocky bitch."
We both burst into laughter before the room is once again immersed in awkward silence. I turn towards Rosel.
"So, I'm genuinely curious. Shouldn't you be extremely upset that I beat you to the stage?"
"Oh, I am.", she responds, "I am actually extremely upset. But, you deserve to be in those Games as much as I do, so…good luck."
I smile at her. "Thanks. But, hey, you can always volunteer next year, right? That is, you'd still have to beat Carmelita to the stage."
Carmelita nods her head at this, while Rosel just grins.
"I'll make sure of it."
Before Carmelita could protest, Sentery speaks up. "Hey, guys, can we…have a minute?"
Carmelita and Rosel exchange slightly sadistic grins and immeadiately leave the room squealing and giggling like two downright fools.
More awkward silence. Sent is the first to break it.
"So…you volunteered."
"Yup, I did."
Even more silence.
"You know I wish you hadn't done it."
I can't find anything to say to that.
"You know, Anyonka, I've been meaning to tell you this for some time, but I really li-"
"I know." I cut him off.
I can see the shock register on his face that he immediately tries to hide.
"But…how-"
"You weren't exactly subtle about it. I'm sorry, Sent, but I just don't feel the same way."
Sentery looks down at his feet sadly and I almost feel bad. Almost.
Before I can register what's going on, he's crossed the room and is kissing me. I just sit there in shock and he pulls away before I can, his face red as a tomato.
"I'm sorry, I just – I had to – do that…just once."
With that, he sprints from the room.
Good God, what will I come back to in two weeks?
Ryker Hero POV
Now that Mason's gone, I can finally relax and just mentally prepare myself for the Games. What will my strategy be? Will I join the Careers?
My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the door opening. But who the hell could that be? I turn towards the door to see none other than Thornia, the last girl I took home on that awful, awful night.
Christ.
Her eyes are glued to the floor, completely avoiding my gaze.
"If you want me to leave, I completely understand."
I just stare at her dumbfounded.
"No, no…please come in."
She hesitates for a second, but finally decides to shut the door behind her. She walks over to me with such a heartbroken, haunted look on her face that I almost want to turn away from her.
"I just wanted to tell you that I'm sorry." She says, her voice barely a whisper.
I wait for her to elaborate, but she doesn't.
"For- for what?"
"I know what happened to you. I know that your father disowned you and I just wanted you to know that I'm so so sorry. You didn't deserve that." She stops speaking, trying to stop the tears that are now threatening to flow and failing.
She continues speaking.
"You know, my own parents never loved me. I was abused and neglected. I became a – a whore, as you father so nicely put it. And I know it wasn't the right thing to do and I know I should have gotten help but I didn't. And now, because of me, someone else has no parents. It's my fault that this happened to you, just like every other bad thing that happens!"
At this point she is openly sobbing, and I'm shedding a few tears myself.
"Listen, Thornia. It's not your fault. I used to bring girls home every weekend. I was as big a "whore" as you! And I didn't even have a reason! Just please stop blaming yourself, because it won't change anything that happened. Besides, you allowed me to see my father's true colors that night, and for that I thank you."
Thornia looks up at me with her mascara-streaked face and tear-filled eyes and suddenly, without warning, leans in and kisses me on the cheek.
"Thank you," she says shakily. "I want you to have this."
Thornia then removes her leather necklace from around her neck and holds it out to me.
"Your token. This way, all throughout the Games, you'll have a constant reminder that even if your father and mother aren't there for you, I still am."
And with that, she turns around and leaves the room.
Maybe I will have something to come back to in two weeks, besides a pleasurably surprised and angry father.
A/N
So, yeah…I hope this was okay :/ I'm genuinely sorry if it isn't….I thought these characters were pretty difficult to write, so if I did anything wrong please let me know! Remember, constructive criticism is always welcome, just no flames!
Also, I'm leaving on vacation for a week starting tomorrow, so the next update should come in about 2 weeks. I'll try to write as much as I can while I'm away, but just so you guys know not to expect anything until after the 26th. Hope you all liked it and see you next time! (which hopefully is soon enough)