Author's Note: Well. I'm in the process of trying to figure out which direction I want this story to go. Something Ishould have done before writing it. I'mso mad at myself. And I get all worked up when other writer's don't update. I'm hopeless.

Disclaimer?: IOWN all of this Muahahhahahaaaaaaaaaaaaa!! I'm so ebil... You lurve meh. OH YES.

"Thou shalt not act stupid and stuffwat." -Some god that I fawn over and whatever-

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Chapter Two?

I’m not exactly proud my mother ran off, but it’s a big weight off my shoulders. I am not that naïve little boy anymore, who was too scared to ask for a way out, for help. This won’t be another blast from the past, I’m ready to get on with my story. But I’m not ready to let this go. I will never forget my father. Who he was to me. But my mother will never be that dark haired angel, who sung me to sleep, and cared as much as a mother should for her child. Never will I forget her deteriorating form. Wherever she is, I know she is not too far from where my father is.

A plane, is definitely not something I want to experience ever again. The contents of my stomach aren’t too happy with the planes motion and loud roaring sounds. And the guys breath next to me smells like ass. Ass and chickens. Chickens, the live kind, don’t smell good. Smelly chickens. I took some wine from his little satchel thing lying wide open next to him. He’s going to be pissed when he finds he has no booze left. I’m not drunk. Honestly. I drank none, just saving it for later, so I won’t look too weird when I show up on my grand parents’ doorstep.

I poke the weird girl sitting in front of me, with a ponytail that sticks straight up, and she turns and glares at me.

“Did you know your hair’s in the air? It looks weird. I can fix it for you.” I reach toward it and she smacks my hand away. Hard. I make a face and shrink back in my seat when she leans closer to me.

“Yes. I put it like that. Do you like it? It’s all the rage in Lypigsa.”

“Erp. Yeah. L-lypiggy. No, it’s way ugly. You should change it.”

She stares at me for an eternity, growls and chews at the same time, and faces forward again. She growled at me.

“Forget you!” I call out, only to get whopped in the head by angry sleepy guy next to me. Big nose. I stick my tongue out at him when he closes his eyes.

What? I can’t stay serious for too long, it makes me jumpy. All this moving around and the guy might find my breakfast in his lap.

The speaker thingy announces we’ll land soon, so I gotta buckle up. Not that I moved since at all since the plane started.

“Wooooodle!!” I yell to no one in particular, though everyone looks at me. Or at least turn their heads in my general direction, and I get another smack from sleeping guy.

The plane’s landing and I stick my face to the window. I wonder if anyone else noticed there‘s bird crap on the plane wings …People are yelling everywhere, and angry sleepy guy has gotten up. I try to move out of the way, but he flattens me into the wall to get his suitcase.

I try to stay out of the way until the plane clears a little. When I’m finally able to get out of my seat and get my bag, I head towards the exit and into the smell of people who are badly in need of showers.

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Could this be qualified as a cliffy? Or a very bad ending to the shortest chapter ever?

I’m sorry for ending this so early…but I’m kinda lost as to which way I want this fic to go. I made this character A LOT like me. And like another Zack I know, who is my inspiration and kinda like me too..There’s a bunch of ways I can make this go but I can’t choose…And that’s what’s making me unable to decide.

I apologize and appreciate all reviews and reviewers. I’m, proud to say I got a lot more than I did on my first fic on my other account. I got no, “please updates” on my other one which caused me to forget my password and give up on my old stories…

Any way. I’ll have it figured out soon, but I gotta get myself to sleep. Sleep deprivation is NOT good for me.

Thanks for the reviews!!

dies from lack of sleep