Welcome back to the dorm.

Ezio grabbed Ace how was out cold. He followed after Rylie how was holding me. The man started to laughed and I shuddered. I then felt funny kinda light headed. I tjen caughed which turned into a hzcking fit. Raven I could see below me. A scythe in his hands as he ran.

I swoop down and hold my feet out streach out my talons. "Grab my ankles. I can support you both." I yell to Raven.

Gtg school))

Raven shook his head. "I can keep up. If I really wanted I would be back at the dorm. Remember me the grim reaper," he said.

Ten rooms, I've read that thread already. [wow. rhymes. i hate it when that happens. <-- Finally found a use.] Plus, I'm not called Scott, meh bezzie is, ahm called Casper...

"Playing Mario..." I mutter, standing up and sitting on the table.

Casper? And choose your room Homeboy.

I chuckle and look at Scott. "Not even close." I say, "More like a retarted frogger. Just with a turtle."

...Yes, I am called Casper. You haz problem?

I nod. "So what was it you said, then?" I grin.

What an interesting nickname

"No. It's not what I said." I chuckle.

Not a nickname. I'm legit called Casper...

"I mean 'what did you say' in the language thingy?" I pursue.

that's amazing!

I chuckle. "That's for me to know and you to never find out."

It's my name. Not amazing. >3<

"So I was right!" I jump off of the table and linger around the room.

"I was right too." I say flatly.

"Right handed Rylie!! Alliteration... I'm left handed.."

"I'm left handed actually" I ask sitting on the floor.

ermergawwdd... rylah haz a clone 3:

"Ah, okay, I just like alliteration." I sit opposite her. "Should I go away now?"

I frown. "I never want you to go away.." I say quietly

"..." I nod, flicking my hair from my eyes. "But remember I'm not glue."

"I wish you were." I say chuckling

"But the thing is..." I say in a deathly quiet tome, "I can't be anything like glue."

"Well why not?" I whisper.

I stare down at my palms, my hair falling over my face. "Two years ago..." I breathe, itching the permanent injury on my right foot. The plastic one. "Something happened."

I look at Scott confused. "Will you tell me?" I ask quietly.

"Unless you want to be sat here for three days or so..." I trail, trying to put off from the subject. I remember everything, though, so I sigh. "Fine."

I nod. "I have lots of time." I say already listening

I take a deep breath. "Flack, Hamilton, Zypher and I," I begin.