Hey guys! Has it snowed? It has for me.

R&R?

I hate Zach. He's going to get my family and there's nothing I can do about it. I sigh, lying on the floor and looking up. Zach's mansion has too much of him in it. It's full of himself. Literally. What's he going to do next, make me read Twilight? Oh, the horror!

"Hello, Leilani."

I stand up, folding my arms to face Zach. "What do you want?"

"Oh. Nothing. Except, why hasn't your family come for you?" he asks. "I thought they loved you."

"They do. They're probably not going to fall into your trap," I answer, smirking.

"Or they forgot about you."

"Did not."

"Did too!"

"Did not."

"Did too!"

"At least I'm not you! The press cares about me. And I probably have a bunch of fans." I smirk, putting my hand on my hip. "No one cares about you. Hey, what's that?"

"Where?" Zach asks, looking away for a second. I use my other hand to snatch his keys. He groans, and I unlock the door.

"You bitch."

"Thank you." I reply, twirling the keys on my finger. "Now where are they?"

"You'll never find them," Zach answers, smiling.

"You will tell me and you will tell me now," I snap, pinning him against the wall. I grab his remote control and smash it with my foot. "You're helpless right now. And I can kill you if I want to. Tell me."

"F-F-fine!" Zach exclaims. "They're-"

The door opens, and there stands Candice, arms folded. "Someone wanting to tell me what's going on here?"

"She's going to kill me!" Zach accuses. But hey, it's true.

"Oh, shut up." I roll my eyes and kick him in the side of the leg. "I wasn't actually going to." (Actually, I might've, but that won't help my case. More like get ME grounded. And I don't want to be grounded.)

"Get off Zach now," she says. "Wow. Never thought I'd say that."

"No!" I reply. "He was just about to tell me where Chris and Aviva were."

"Not anymore!" Zach exclaims, running off as fast as he can. Crap. I turned my back on him. I was just going to...! I run after him, but Candice grabs me.

"You're not going anywhere, missy." She points at me. "You're coming back to the Tortuga with me. Even if I have to drag you all the way back myself."

I smile at the last comment, then frown. "No way! You and I both know I can outrun you, and run for longer. I could also beat you in a fight."

"Leilani Adele Corcovado-Kratt!" she snaps, startling me. "You are coming back to the Tortuga with me."

"But-" I protest.

"No." Candice's tone is harsh and cold, reminding me of the way I imagined President Snow's. "You can come peacefully or forcefully. It's your choice."

"Fine." I fold my arms. I didn't know Candice would snap at people. She seems- seemed- like a perfect angel.

We walk back to the Tortuga, and when I get there, I walk into my room and slam the door. Then I lock it. Adeline and Hayden cry, but I don't care. Candice ruined it. He was just about to tell me before I strangled that little rat. I hate him! Tears stream down my face in silent sadness. I walk over to my desk and look at the picture of Chris, Aviva and me on it. On the other side of the desk, there's a picture of the entire Wild Kratts crew.

"Why?" I whisper, breaking my own silence. I take the two pictures and study them. In both I look happy. There's a huge smile on my face. But now, I just feel like crying.

"Candice," I hear Martin say, "you didn't have to snap at her so much."

"I know." Candice sighs. "I'll apologize to her tomorrow. I'm sorry. I'm just under so much stress-"

"Oh, hey, hey. It's not your fault." I hear Martin's tone soften. "I'll talk to her tomorrow."

"Okay. I'll take care-" she begins.

"No, you go get some rest," he interrupts. "I can handle it."

"Are you sure?" she asks.

"Positive."

"Okay, well, good night, Martin."

"Good night, Candice."

Why? Just why? Why did Zach have to take them? I hate him! Tears stream down my face as I climb into bed and cry myself to sleep.

Knock, knock, knock.

I sigh and sit up. The knocking repeats, followed by Martin's voice. "Leilani? It's 11 AM. You never sleep this late. You okay?"

No, I think.

"Yeah, but I usually don't sneak out until 2 AM, either!" I retort sassily. "I'm fine."

"Somehow I don't believe you. Open the door."

"No. Goodnight."

I pull the covers over my head, fighting back tears. I hate my life sometimes.

"Come on, Leilani, open up." I hear Martin sigh and get up. What harm could he do?

"Fine."

I open the door on Martin, who falls backwards. Laughing, I help him up and fold my arms. "Okay, so...?"

"Are you okay? And be honest." Martin puts his hand on my shoulder, closing the door with his other hand.

No. "Yes."

"Are you sure?" He raises an eyebrow.

"I'm sure!" I lie, rolling my eyes.

"I don't think you are."

Well, in Illéa, Maxon and America all pretend they're okay when they're not. "Martin, trust me. I'm fine."

He sighs. "Okay, then..."

I sigh, walking over to the bookshelf when he's gone. I grab The One. I wish I were America sometimes. Or Annabeth. Or Hermione. Or Clara Oswald or some companion. Or Sam. Tris. Katniss. Cinder. Clary. Sadie. I wish I were fictional sometimes.

"Oh, and I was going to tell you- yesterday, the news got out. Candice and I made sure that every news station, every magazine, and every website knew that Chris and Aviva are missing. Zach can't hide them for long." Martin pops into my room. "And we're going to find them. Oh, and Zach says he'll give them back- if we give him the Tortuga and all its secrets."

"You said yes, right?" I ask. But as every second passes, I know the answer. He can't.

"I didn't," he replies solemnly. "Aviva's worked her whole life making the Tortuga and everything in it. And Zach probably wouldn't even give her and Chris back. Do you really think Aviva would want that?"

"No," I sigh. "We can't give him the Tortuga. So how are we going to get them back?"

"We found this." Martin hands me a piece of paper.

"17.3993 N and 148.9302 W?" I raise an eyebrow. "These are coordinates. We're going there."

"We're on our way now." He smiles, taking the paper back.

"Really?" I exclaim, hugging Martin. "Yes! We're on our way, Chris and Aviva! And I won't stop searching until I have you back!"

I smile, determined. Nothing can break me now. Forget Illéa. Forget being fictional.

BTW, those are just random coordinates. If I did them right, they're southwest of Hawaii, which is 21.3114° N, 157.7964° W. xD Credits to google for that.