After some of the bitchy and arrogant reviews I've seen you leave on other fics I was really hoping you could put your money where your mouth is and deliver the goods. I figured if you insist on riding atop your high horse and dispensing with the unnecessarily abrasive criticism you'd at least be in a position to do so being an author of excellence in fiction, you know? But you leave me disappointed. You may have a decent grasp of grammar but you lack any originality or grasp of the written word to draw me in to your stories and keep me compelled or entranced.

Wierd. I'm not even going to pretend I can see where this is going 'cause honestly, my last few comments stand.

Um... Yeah, still lost. First: Who's Alexander? I'm guessing genius-boy, but I could be wrong. Second: What the hell was that about? I'm sorry and pardon my language, but I'm so lost that even with a map, I'd be lost for a year. Maybe, I cna get some answers from the next chapter. BTW, it's 12:39 here, and I'm not going to bed until I've finished this story. Yeah! And, I won't be able to think with this bugging me. Yes, I have very few exciting things to preoccupy myself with. And, I have trouble sleeping. No clue why, but I can be dead-do tired before I crawl in my bed, but the second my hand even brushes the bed. I'm awake like a five-year-old with tweleve BIG bags of candy and two dozen cups of REALLY strong coffee. I think my subconscience is punishing me for something. Hmm... ^-^!

Oh-kay... I'm offically lost, but you know what the good news is? There's still another chapter!

No, no, no. I liked it. I'm still trying to figure out where Street Girl, Paperclip Guy (Stan), and Mr. Boy Genius fit into this plot. ^-^!

Wow! You have those voices, too? I don't have one named Negative, though. Lol. I'm kidding! ^-^! But, I do try to strike up conversations with my conscience and my imagination. Conscience doesn't like me, but Imagination thinks the world of me. Lol. I'm still joking. Okay, yeah. Seeing someone then jumping off to meet them has happened to me before. And they turned out to be following me, too. I jumped out of my seat so quickly to see who the girl was that I startled my mom. I was funny. I run straight down to the Wyre and across the bridge, but I had lost sight of her when she went around the corner of the kitchen. Oh, yeah. This was at my favorite camp ground, Dragonhills. Anyways, she must have seen me jump up and hidin the showers until I had past then went over the gulley (it's not a fuctioning part of the creek anymore). She was right behind me for a second when she accidently steped on a twig and I whirled around. I think I may have screamed a little. She's now a good friend of mine. Her name is Kayla, but because I don't care about last names usually, I still don't know her last name. Or at least, I don't remember it. Huh. Oh, well. It doesn't matter. Later! ^-^!

are you making Mellie's life hell for a reason or do you just enjoy it? Anyways, very entertaining... man I need a life away from fictionpress...

I'm not exactly sure what it is, but something about this story makes me want to just keep reading and reading! The scene with the gun was a bit random, which I liked, because when you throw something in there like that, it keeps the reader on their toes, and now I'm wondering about the robber who held the gun to Mella's head. Please update soon!

I like this! The sort of melancholy part of the first half contrasts a lot with Mella's meeting Eliza, and something about this whole thing reminds me of Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind for some reason. Maybe it's how eccentric Eliza seems to meI like the idea of the "Negative" always being with Mella, but a little clarification as to what exactly it is would be nice. Overall it's a fabulous start, and I appreciate your review on Mile High Tower!

Aw, that was a good ending. I liked the visual emphasis on the mood, with the sun going down. Winter's behavior and speech really amplified how helpless Mella is feeling, as well. What a jerk.

Here's to hoping you continue soon! ^_^

~ LoK

^_^;; Favorite part? Accidentally firing the gun. That's what he gets for handling one in the first place! (eek)

I'm curious about our green-eyed robber. Looking forward to where that might lead!

~ LoK

Write More i am hooked! lol v.good check out some of my stuff plz. I love it!

Oh... The end was really well written and kind of- Oh I don't know! Forshadowing things for the future? Metaphorical? In any case, I know what I mean, and it was good. =D So well done.

Eugh, and that Professor is so... annoying! I really detest it when people pretend to care about you, and act all high and mighty, and then they just brush you off completely when they get bored... It's just one of my many pet-peeves... =P

Okay, sorry, gotta go... Update soon! =D

from fawny

Somehow I imagine cliched lines DO seems a lot more effective when you're about to die... Just a hunch! =P

Oh... and what's with the evil-robber-lasy-with-green-eyes... From now on known as ERLWGE! =P

Anyway, will we find out more about her? (Sorry about that just then, I was having fun watching the questio marks appear on the screen! ^^;)

And your authors note at the end... How ironic! =P

Anywayu, gotta go and quickly read the next chapter before I'm booted off the cpmputer by the parentals! =S

from fawny

Oh my god! Cliffhanger! Much! I hope it just turns out that someone is pressing a spoon to the back of her head... Though by all accounts, it seems unlikely. Extremely, extremely unlikey... ^^;

Hehe, and her impressions of the shop called Aura were very... varied? Or, you know, not. =P

And I loved the description of Winniw the Pooh's honey... Gross, sticky, molten lava rubber stuff... 'Ew' is right. =P

And don't worry about the short chapters... I don't have writers block, and mine are STILL always pretty short... ^^; I really need to start writing longer ones...

Anyway, the usual (the usual being: your story is so excellent, update more, I want to read more) all of which I sincerely mean, so you should! =P Or I should read more?... Whatever. =P

from fawny