He hadn't make it.

Damn it.

Crap.

. . .

What do I tell his parents?

Boots? Lizzie?

Oh my God.

What do I say to Luxa!

Do I say anything?

Will she figure it out herself?

She sure as Hell is smart enough to.

But she believed he wouldn't.

And look at me!

Here, in the middle of the ground! Alone with my thoughts.

That's what I get.

Stupid gnats.

I need to growl.

Grr…Never mind.

It doesn't help.

Crap.

Damn it.

Curse you Sandwhich!

Why?

Why.

How could this happen?

Damn it.

Hey,

I'm AssassinAuthor. Yeah, I have another story. But this is a little bit of relif for me. Don't expect regular updates. THey'll be rather random.

So I hope you guess what this is about. Sorry for the swearing.

Review.

~AssassinAuthor