Underestimated will be put on hold, so don't expect any updates under December. Sorry 'bout that, to those who liked it.

I'm really surprised that there weren't any flames from the last chapter (YET) since it's not a easy topic.

Also, thank you all for OMSC- 126 reviews! So happy! I know I promised that the 125th reviewer would earn a prize, but...I have found the prizes too annoying. Sorry to ToxicCupcake3...I was totally unprepared for all these reviews. And I'm sorry since I haven't updated. I know Halloween has already passed and it's November already, so the next few chapters are going to be a little late. :/ Oh well.

Next update probably isn't going to come anytime soon...since I feel bad for all the mistakes I've made in the previous chapters. I have to go edit them. :o(

"Okay, so last week I found my newest and prettiest clothes stained by some macaroni and cheese. So I've been wondering - why would anyone do that to me?!" Dovewing yelled, wailing at the end. Her eyes were starting to flood with tears, but she quickly wiped them away.

She jabbered on. "I'm the best, awesomer than everyone else! Maybe they're just jealous. Yes, they must be."

"So dramatic," Ivypool commented, rolling her eyes, "and that's not a scary story. It's the most absurd and funniest story I've ever heard of, and it's actually true."

Ivypool was in Dovewing's room after-school since Icecloud was away, and Dovewing apparently didn't want to die alone, stating that her room was haunted. With the disgusting sickly-sweet scent of perfume in the air, making it hard to breathe, Ivypool would be surprised if the so-called ghost that lived here still hadn't escaped the prison of revolting perfume, but Dovewing had insisted that there was something lurking around.

"Fine, then tell me a scary story," Dovewing responded, laying back on her bed with her arms crossed. She hugged a bright yellow blanket decorated with blue butterflies around her shoulders. "Bet that you can't tell a better story."

"Well then, you're going to lose that bet," Ivypool replied. Dovewing opened her mouth to argue, but Ivypool cut her off.

"There was once a girl name Brian, and she desperately wanted to get her ears pierced," said Ivypool, a grin forming on her face.

"You mean Brianna?" Dovewing asked, "Brian is a boy's name."

"It doesn't matter," hissed Ivypool. "Now shut up. I'm trying to tell a story!"

Dovewing pretended to zip her lips and went silent.

"So then her parents gave her money to get her ears pierced at the mall. But Brian wanted to save the money to buy food, so she and her best friend pierced her ears with a needle by themselves. Brian went to school the next day, thinking everything was all right, but unfortunately, the earlobe started swelling."

Dovewing nodded, a bored look on her face.

"So then Brian scratched at it. Before long, the ear got extremely itchy and she went to the restroom to splash some water on it, but when she looked in the mirror, she was something strange," Ivypool paused for attempted emphasis. "There was a thick blue string hanging out of her earlobe. Brian though nothing of it, and cut it off with a pair of scissors before the world went black."

A curious glint entered Dovewing's eye. "What happened then?"

"It was her optical nerve."

"What's that?" asked Dovewing.

"It means relating to the eye. She's blind forever."

Dovewing's eyes widened in shock, before anxiously reaching up to touch her ears, which had a pair of golden rings on it.

"I'm glad I pierced my eyes at the mall," Dovewing muttered, before glancing up in alarm.

"What?" questioned Ivypool, becoming nervous all of the sudden. A pang of worry flashed in her eyes.

"It's the ghost," Dovewing whispered, "I don't want to die!" She dived under the covers of a large pink blanket. Soft whimpering noises came from beneath the blanket.

Ivypool glanced around tentatively before a small scuffling sound came from under the bunk bed. Dovewing, with a small hole to peek out from under her blanket, started shrieking in terror as she realized it...

But her sister sighed in exasperation as a small gray head emerged underneath the bed.

A small gray kitten with curious amber eyes darted around, diving into a wastebasket to come back up with a half-eaten glazed doughnut. It gave the doughnut a cautious sniff before chomping loudly on it.

Dovewing slowly rose up from her bed, startled to see a cat finishing up something from the wastebasket.

"Oh, it's just a cat," Dovewing said sheepishly.

"But whose cat is it?"