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I stared at the corner of the room. I couldn't live with myself knowing that I was the one they died for. It shouldn't have to be that way. Abruptly, I stood up, managing to knock my chair back 5 feet.

"Luce, what's up?" Arriane asked.

"I can't do it." I replied, grabbing my school backpack and emptying all the contents onto the wooden table.

"Can't do what?" She said, looking at me like I'd gone mad. And I probably looked it as well.

"It's my fault. It's all my fault." My textbooks were scattered all over and I picked up my phone and a water bottle and packed them. I left my extra pair of clothes that I packed for my night at Daniels because who knew what I was going to need? I grabbed my 'Black Veil Brides' and my 'avenged sevenfold' t-shirts. I wasn't going to be wearing them hideous turtlenecks again. I took off my tight, leather boots and put them into my bag. I replaced them with some dollies I wouldn't mind never seeing again but my boots cost me $200 and I thought they were super cute. I packed my cute red two piece bikini because do you not remember the ridiculous yellow one they gave me last time? Yeah right. I didn't forget my iPhone 8 or my iPod or my makeup. I needed them. You'd think that my bag would be full wouldn't you? Somehow it wasn't.

"Daniel!" Arriane hollered, her voice slightly panicked. I knew it was now or never.

I zipped it up and threw it onto my back.

Daniel rushed through the door. "What's going on?" He eyed me up, a look of dajavou in his eyes.

"I'm sorry but I've got to do this." I said and started peeling an Announcer off the wall.

Daniel rushed over. "Not again. Please."

I looked him in the eyes. "I've got to set things straight. It's my fault they're gone."

He seemed hesitant. Reluctant even. "Fine. But promise me that you won't change too much."

"You're actually letting her go through with this?" Arriane asked, almost hysterical.

"It's her decision Ari." He turned to face me. "Promise?"

"I promise." I replied.

"I mean it Luce. Even if it means kissing Cam and Miles again. You have to do it. Kissing Cam made me realise my mistake of ignoring you. Kissing Miles lead you to going back through the Announcers to discover your past. Even letting Lucifer guide you through them had it's effect. If you didn't, you wouldn't know of his plan and the world would be over as we know it. It's called the butterfly effect and you've got to swear down that you won't change them." He held onto my shoulders and gazed at me with such an intensity that it made me blush.

"I swear. Now I've got to go. And no matter what, I will always love you." I kissed him on the lips with so much passion I almost cried. His lips tasted of honeysuckle and my soul yearned to intertwine with his.

"I love you too. So much that it hurts. In a good way." He said back and I waved goodbye before stepping into the Announcer.

I saw me walk through the gates of Sword and Cross. Now was my chance. I came out from behind my tree and 3D'd into my old self. Then I remembered I was late. I grabbed my backpack and raced up to Randy and the other 3 that joined that day.

"So remember, it's meds, beds, and reds," she told us.

"Could you, uh, could you repeat that? What was it, meds -" it'd been 17 years, I'd forgotten.

"Well, look what the storm blew in," she sang loudly. That part I remembered, "Meds. If you're one of the medicated students, this is where you go to keep yourself doped up, sane, breathing, whatever."

My old self hadn't been on meds for a while now. "Got it. Meds." Just as I was saying it, I remembered that this was exactly how the conversation started last time.

The girl with the blonde hair turned around and my heart leapt with joy. "I'm Gabbe." She said with a southern twang. My former self would have thought that Gabbe was the typical preppy girl from Dover but I knew who Gabbe was.

"Luce." I replied, then remembered that that's not what happened last time. She flashed me another smile before turning back around.

Todd was picking at a hangnail and looked like he didn't want to be here. I remember thinking that as well but I kinda missed it to be honest.

Then my eyes moved to Cam. He held me gaze and I felt rooted to the spot. But then I remembered what he does and flashed him an easy smile before looking away.

"Those of you who've learned the ropes are free to go after you dump your hazards." Randy pointed to a box with big black letters spelling PROHIBITED MATERIALS. "And when I say free, Todd," she put her hand on Todd's shoulder, making him jump, "I mean gymnasium-bound to meet your preassigned student guides. You," she pointed at me -"dump your hazards and stay with me."

I watched as they all dumped their hazards and I felt in my pocket for my phone. I knew I already had mine from the future in my backpack so I tossed my phone in without reading the text messages from Callie or mum and dad. What I'd forgotten to do was put my iPod into my backpack.

"That as well." Randy said sternly. The look on my face must have been mortified because she patted me a few times on my cheek. "Don't swoon on me, kid, they don't pay me enough to resuscitate. Besides, you get one phone call once a week in the main lobby."

Everyone was staring at me. I looked down at my iPod and wondered what my life at Sword and Cross would be like when I can't drown out all the depressing scenery with music. Exactly like last time then. "We're still waiting on one person," the attendant sang. "I wonder who it is." I closed my eyes and dropped the iPod into the box, letting out a high pitched yelp as I heard metal clinking with metal.

Gabbe and Todd headed for the double doors and I looked at Cam, waiting for his line to offer to show me around. "I can fill her in," and there it was.

"Not part of our deal," Randy replied automatically. "You're a new student again-that means new-student restrictions. Back to square one. You don't like it, you should have thought twice before breaking parole." The old Luce might have felt a bit uneasy at the word "parole" but I knew better.

"Moving on," she said, as if nothing had just happened. "Beds." She pointed out the window to a distant cinder-block building. Gabbe and Todd were already making their way over there and Cam was slowly dragging behind them as if catching up was the last thing he wanted to do. And knowing Cam, it was.

Randy flipped through my file, "Room sixty-three. Throw your bag in my office with the rest of them for now. You can unpack this afternoon." I dragged my red duffle bag towards the other 3 black ones.

I just really wanted this to be over with so I could meet up with the gang again. But I couldn't. If I went up there like 'yo Arriane what's up? Yeah I know you're an angel and that I've loved Daniel for thousands of years and did I forget to mention I know I'm an angel as well?' It would change the future and apart from Molly and Gabbe dying, it's been pretty good. "And what about, what did you say-the reds?"

Randy pointed up at the familiar devices in the top corners of the room. "Reds."

"Oh yeah. Cameras." I said with less enthusiasm.

"Very good," she replied sarcastically. "We make them obvious in order to remind you. All the time, everywhere, we're watching you. So don't screw up—that is, if you can help yourself."

This made me think of Trevor and his eyes as he burst into flames.

"Look," she continued. "If it makes you feel any better, you're far from the worst case here."

This made me think of all the things worse than murder by fire.

"Okay, orientation's over," the attendant said. "You're on your own now. Here's a map if you need to find anything else." She gave me a poorly hand-drawn map, then looked at her watch. "You've got an hour before your first class, but my soaps come on in five, so"-she waved her hand at me-"make yourself scarce. And don't forget," she pointed to the cameras, " the reds are watching you."

That's when Arriane popped up out of no where. "Ooooooh," she taunted in a ghost-story-telling voice, dancing around me in a circle. "The reds are watching youuuu."

I would have laughed but that would have made her question me.

"Get out of here, Arriane, before I have you lobotomized," Randy warned but gave a small smile, showing some affection for her. But, just like last time, Arriane did a jerking off motion to her and stared at me. "And just for that," she wrote in her book fast, "you've earned yourself the task of showing Little Miss Sunshine around today."

I felt anything but Little Miss Sunshine today when I was dressed in black from head to toe but I wouldn't tell them that.

"Perfect," she said, stepping forward to loop her arm through mine. "I was just thinking I could really use a new slave."

Just then, Cam came through the double doors and stopped in front of me, completely ignoring Arriane, who didn't look the least bit offended. I knew they loved each other really - in a brother sister way. "This place isn't afraid to do a strip search. So if you're packing any other hazards,"-he raised an eyebrow and dumped a handful of unrecognizables in the box-"save yourself the trouble."

I forgot what I said 17 years ago so I said the first thing that came to mind.

"If I was packing any," I did quotation marks with my fingers," hazards, I wouldn't be so stupid to leave them on me. I'd hide them in my luggage, halfway through my stuff. You see, they check the top and the bottom - obvious places to put them - but they never check the middle." Well that came out of no where.

Cam stared at me for a moment which gave me butterflies but at the same time unnerved me. "Well, that's a smart idea. Why didn't I think of that?" He asked.

"Because you're stupid." Arriane replied, without missing a beat.

"Arriane." Cam said with a slight nod of his head.

"Cam." She replied back.

Then I remembered what I actually said. "You know him?"

"Don't remind me." She took my arm and dragged me into the morning.

After a few moments, Arriane spoke up, breaking the tension. "Soooo," Arriane said. "Now you've met Randy."

"The attendant?"

"Yeah, she-man in there." Arriane jerked her head toward the office where wed left the attendant in front of the TV. "Whaddya think-dude or chick?"

"Chick, definitely. Wait, is this a test?" I asked.

"The first of many. And you passed. At least, I think you passed. The gender of most of the faculty here is an ongoing, schoolwide debate. Don't worry, you'll get into it."

"Yeah, probably." I was already gazing around the students - looking for one person in particular. But I couldn't find him. Huh. Maybe he hadn't come out yet.

"Okay, spill it," Arriane started, "what'd'ya do to get in here?"

The old Luce would have been afraid to tell Arriane but this Luce knew that Arriane wouldn't judge her. "Murder." I stated and Arrianes jaw fell. "Accused." I quickly added. "I didn't actually murder anyone. God, I couldn't imagine doing that. I'm a bit squeamish."

This seemed to peek Arrianes attention surprisingly. "Please, carry on."

"Okay, so I was at a party that Trevor had invited me to and I had this major crush on him - he was the hottest guy in the school and everyone, even most of the dudes, had a crush on him. So when he invited me, I wasn't going to say no. I mean, come on, if the hottest person in school asked you personally to come to their party, would you pass it up?"

"I wouldn't care if they were fuck ugly - I'd still be there." She replied. I knew she was a party animal.

"So, me and Callie - my best friend - went to the party and typical Callie, she went straight for the drinks."

"That's what I'm talking about!" Arriane said, seeming to enjoy herself.

"Leaving me alone," I continued, "and I started feeling dizzy. Everyone had managed to push me into the centre of the dance floor and I was getting thrown around like a rag doll." I took a breath. It might have happened 17 years ago but the memory was still fresh as if it happened yesterday.

"You don't have to carry on." Arriane said, completely satisfied that I already trusted her with something.

"It's fine, it's just still a painful memory, that's all." I insisted.

"Oh, I know all about those."

"Right, so I was on the dance floor and getting thrown around and I was so dizzy I almost fell over. Then Trevor rescued me from the middle of it and took me away from it so I could regain balance again. He asked me if I was alright and I replied that I was feeling a bit dizzy. He offered me a drink that wasn't spiked and I refused. Then he said he knew somewhere we could take a walk that's not too far away from the party but close enough that you could still hear the music playing quietly. At the time, it sounded like a good idea. A - he was gorgeous. B - I felt like I was going to throw up. C - I was getting my chance at talking to the guy."

"So you like this Trevor?" She asked, annoyance clearly in her voice. I know I was supposed to love Daniel, and I do, but she must have been ticked off that I fancied a guy before I noticed how Daniel was 'perfection'. Literally.

"Liked. He's uh dead now."

"Oh." No sympathy from Arriane but I wasn't expecting anything else.

"So we were walking along the trail and came to a couple of cabins in a row. He owned them. In fact, he owned the beach. But we had been walking for half an hour and my feet were killing me and I was thirsty so he said there was a couch I could rest on and water in them. I followed him inside one of the cabins and he closed the door. He didn't get the water or barely give me chance to sit down before he pinned me against the wall and kissed me."

I swear to God, Arrianes eyes burst into flames.

"I didn't know what to do - I hadn't been kissed before. I didn't necessarily want him kissing me - I'd heard all about how he made his way round the cheerleaders. But he wouldn't get off. Then I started feeling really hot. And not in a good way. I felt my skin heating up and the room shook for a moment. The next thing I know, Trevor's up in flames and I'm waking up outside the cabin with half my hair singed off. Them I got accused of murder and sent here but when I told them I didn't do it, they said I was crazy and that Trevor couldn't have done that himself. Plus there was evidence that I was in there. So yeah, that's why I'm here."

Arriane watched me with big eyes. "Cool!" She exclaimed. She popped on some big sunglasses and said, "Cut my hair like yours."

"What?" I exclaimed. "Don't cut it! Your hair is beautiful."

But Arriane being Arriane, wouldn't take no for an answer. "Beautiful schmootiful. Yours is sexy, edgy, and I want it."

5 minutes later and I was done. I had to listen through the whole speech again about the Augustine block and the Social and the classes. Plus, I remembered when she would move her head and didn't chop off a chunk. But this time however, I cut it into a nice bob that hung down to her shoulders instead of below her ears and because I took hairdressing for 2 years, it looked better than last time. I made one side slightly shorter than the other because that was the new look 15 years from now. Plus I thought it looked really cool and suited her far better than my stupid old haircut. Actually...

"I'm serious. Those psychos are under much tighter restrictions than the rest of the screwups here. We call them the shackled." She said. I think that was the only sentence I actually payed attention to now that I was done.

I ran my fingers gently through it. "Wala!" I said and handed her a small compact mirror from my jeans pocket. "You're haircut's done."

"Sweet." She smoothly ran her finger through her hair and her sleeve fell down. "Told ya. Total effing psychos." She looked into the mirror one more time. "You did an amazing job! No, really. It's not exactly like yours but it looks so cool. Thanks." I knew it was big to get a compliment like that from Arriane.

"It's no problem. I took a couple of classes a while back." I replied, thinking back to the 60's when I was a hairdresser for Broadway. And 'while back' pretty much described it.

"A couple of classes? It looks like you've been doing this for years!" She had wide eyes.

"I just catch on really quickly. Like I've already done it a thousand times before and I'm just refreshing my memory. Like maths. I'm good at maths. And English is a good one too. I love R.S. My parents used to say that I liked R.S so much because I had an open mind but I don't think so." I said. I might not have liked R.S then but now I knew who I was, I loved it.

"Come on, I'll give you the rest of the tour."

"Wait!" I said and she turned around. I grabbed the Swiss Army knife and started layering my hair.

"Lucinda Price what on Earth are you doing?" She leaned to one side and tried to get a better view of what I was doing.

"Layering my hair. Don't worry - won't take two minutes." I replied, and it was true. It only took me about a minute and a half. But then again, I'd been doing this for two years in the next life and about 5 years in the 60's and a couple more years in the seventies and maybe a couple more even before the 20th century. And in total, I wracked it up to about 20 years of hairdressing so layering my own hair was as they say 'a piece of cake'.

I handed it her back. "Here."

"Not bad for two minutes." She replied.

She hopped up from the bleachers and I had to follow her. "That cell block over there is Augustine. It's where we have our so-called Social events on Wednesday nights. And all of our classes. Fair warning, you're going to hate the classes here. You wouldn't be human if you didn't."

That's because I'm not, I added in my mind.

"Surely they can't be that bad. I don't think anything could be worse than what I've been through." I replied.

Arriane frowned at me with a confused face but gave a knowing smile as if she thought I was on about Trevor and she was thinking about the 8 thousand years we'd been through.

"So anyway, what's so bad about them?" I asked, not wanting to delve into the past just yet.

"The classes here are soulless," Arriane said. "Worse, they'll strip you of your soul. Of the eighty kids in this place, I'd say we've only got about three remaining souls." She glanced up and looked me in the eyes. "Unspoken for, anyway..."

"Are you trying to say I don't have a soul?" I faked shock and put my hand over my heart. "I do believe we'd have to agree to disagree hear. I don't think I've ever been offended this much before in my life."

Arriane gave a laugh and patted my back. "Some things never change." She mumbled. I knew exactly what she was on about. She shook her head and pointed to an old fashioned church. "Over here, you'll find our state-of-the-art gymnasium," she said, putting on a tour guide accent. "Yes, yes, to the untrained eye it looks like a church. It used to be. We're kind of in an architectural hand-me-down Hell here at Sword & Cross. A few years ago, some calisthenic-crazed shrink showed up ranting about overmedicated teens ruining society. He donated a shit-ton of money so they'd convert it into a gym. Now the powers that be think we can work out our 'frustrations' in a 'more natural and productive way.'"

I groaned. Not because of hating gym class - because I had actually grew to love it in my next life but because it brought back so many memories: me finding Daniel on the ropes, swimming here after having the picnic with Cam, Penn getting murdered by Miss Sophia and Daniel and the angels rescuing me. However, Arriane thought I just didn't like exercise.

"Girl after my very own heart," Arriane commiserated. "Coach Diante is ee-vil."

We carried on walking down a grassy path and Arriane motioned her arms outwards. "Apparently the architects got in a huge standoff over how to retrofit the style of the old military academy buildings. The upshot is we ended up with half penitentiary, half medieval torture zone. And no gardener," Arriane said, kicking some muck off her combat boots. "Gross. Oh, and there's the cemetery."

I saw the cemetery and the fog covering it. Just how I remembered it - like something out of a horror movie.

"So that's the cemetery?" I asked, motioning to the soon-to-be resting place of Penn.

"Yep. This used to be a military academy, way back in the Civil War days. So that's where they buried all their dead. It's creepy as all get-out. And lawd," Arriane said, putting on a fake southern accent, like Gabbe's, "it stinks to high Heaven." Then she winked at Luce. "We hang out there a lot."

I raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, it was only once. And it was only after a really big pharmapalooza."

I recognised that word.

"Aha!" Arriane laughed. "I just saw a light go on up there. So somebody is home. Well, Luce, my dear, you may have gone to boarding school parties, but you've never seen a throw-down like reform school kids do it."

Then I realised something that I didn't before. "How did you know I went to a boarding school?"

Arriane froze. Her eyes went wide and her mouth opened and closed. I'd caught her off guard. However, she quickly pulled herself together. "Just a lucky guess. Most of us went to a boarding school before here."

Nice recovery, I thought. "So anyway, what's the difference?"

"You'll see." Arriane paused and turned to me. "You'll come over tonight and hang out, okay?" She took my hand. "Promise?"

"But I thought you said I should stay away from the hard cases," I joked.

"Rule number two—don't listen to me!" Arriane laughed, shaking her head. "I'm certifiably insane!"

"If that's rule number 2, what's rule number 1?"

"Keep up!"

We came into the main area where students were all gathering in groups and chatting. "Affect cool," she said.

"Got it." I repeated and pulled some sunglasses similar to Arriane out of my backpack and put them on. "This ok?"

She gave me a quick over look and tucked the turtleneck neck bit inwards so much that it looked like a normal jumper. Then she pushed my sleeves up to my elbows and took a step back. "Perfect."

We made our way over to the bench and I looked over the familiar students.

"We all do what we can to make it through the day," she said, shrugging. "But in case you hadn't observed the low-hanging vultures, this place pretty much reeks of death." She took a seat on the bench under the willow tree and patted the seat next to her. I brushed off the pile of leaves and sat down with my back to Daniel. I knew where he was and what he was wearing but I feared if I looked at him just yet, I wouldn't be able to stay with Arriane and I'd run right up to him and kiss him on the spot and I knew I couldn't do that. I heard a laugh and turned around. There he was. Perfection. He was laughing with Roland and I smiled at how at ease he was knowing that he wasn't with me and wasn't killing me. Or at least being the cause of my death. Like predicted, I almost set off after him and had to grip the bench for support.

"That's Daniel Grigori," Arriane said, leaning towards me. "I can tell he's attracted somebody's attention."

"That would be the understatement of the year." I groaned. "Why is he so perfect?" I mumbled.

Arriane must have picked it up. "So little Lucinda thinks. Daniel's perfect does she."

I blushed and looked down.

"Yeah, well, if you like that sort of thing." Arriane said cautiously. I knew, if it was up to her, she would be promoting Daniel to me like he was 50 million dollars but I respected the fact that she respected Daniels choices.

"What's not to like?" I replied, almost in a dream.

"His friend there is Roland," Arriane said, nodding in Roland's direction. "He's cool. The kind of guy who can get his hands on things, ya know?"

"And what kinds of things would that be?"

Arriane shrugged, using her poached Swiss Army knife to saw off a fraying strand from a rip in her black jeans. "Just things. Ask-and-you-shall-receive kind of stuff."

"What about Daniel?" I asked. "What's his story?" I knew I had to set this up right so I was trying hard to remember exactly how this conversation went. Then again, I didn't need to try to remember - my first sightings with Daniel were burned into my mind permanently.

"Oh, she doesn't give up." Arriane laughed, then cleared her throat. "No one really knows," she said. "He holds pretty tight to his mystery man persona. Could just be your typical reform school asshole."

"Believe me," I said, "I know an asshole when I see one." I couldn't help but think to later on in the week when Cam would force me to kiss him.

This whole time, I'd kept my eyes on Arriane, afraid to look at the boy I loved incase he saw me too soon but it was time now. I looked over to the face I knew as well as my own. He took his sunglasses off, as did I. That's when our eyes met. All over again, Arriane, Roland and the 70 odd other students that currently surrounded us, faded away. It was just us against the world. His eyes seemed to widen in shock then narrow. My breath caught in my throat. Our first encounters always left me breathless. He gave me a smile and warmth spread throughout my body. I smiled back at him. I knew what happened next and I'd prepared myself to respond so he wouldn't be so mean in the future to me. He raised his hand into the air and flipped me off. I gasped and grabbed Arriane's arm.

"What?" Arriane asked at my sudden abruptness.

"Daniel just gave me the middle finger." I said angrily.

"What?!" She exclaimed louder, disbelief across her face.

"Come on," I said and stood up.

"Where are you going?" She asked.

"To put him in his place." I stated and let go of her arm. I stormed off into Daniel and Roland's direction and the look on their faces was priceless. It was hard not to laugh but I reminded myself what I was doing. I didn't stop until I was merely inches away.

"I think I deserve an apology." I said, too calm.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Daniel replied, keeping up his bad boy I-don't-give-a-shit attitude.

"Don't give me that bullshit Daniel!" I stressed. His eyes widened when he realised I knew his name. Then his eyes flickered to Arriane and he understood. "We both know you flipped me off."

"Prove it." He whispered.

"You know I can't prove it and you know that Roland will just go with whatever you say so man up and apologise to me." It still stung from what he'd done that and I was starting to feel the need to cry.

"I don't think I owe you anything." Was his reply.

"For fuck sakes! Just apologise to her Daniel." Arriane added. "I sense the bell." At that moment, the bell rang and Daniel attempted to brush me off and step around me but I stepped into his way.

"You're not going anywhere till you apologise." I held my ground. Without taking my eyes off Daniel, I addressed the other two. "Roland, you've done nothing wrong or inappropriate, you're free to leave."

He gave a small laugh. "You're a feisty one." He patted Daniels arm. "Sorry mate - you're on your own." He laughed as he walked away.

"Arriane, I know you like a good argument every now and then, so you're free to stick around. Mr Cole's running a bit late - we won't miss anything."

"How'd you know that?" She asked in awe.

"I overheard Randy talking about him pulling something in his back yesterday and him having to carry a lot of test papers so I put two and two together."

"Oh, man! We have a test? Urgh." She replied. "I'll stay - this might get interesting."

"Who's going to explain to my teacher why I'm late?" Daniel asked sarcastically.

"Would you like me to write you a letter? 'Dear Mr Whoever, I'm so sorry for Daniels tardiness but he was being and asshole and I don't take bullshit for an answer. Until he sorted his behaviour out, he was not allowed to leave. As him being the stubborn boy he is, he wouldn't man up and apologies for hurting a girls feelings. Instead, he continued to be a jerk and I somehow think this will not be the last time he is late for class. Yours sincerely, Luce'. Sound good to you?" I said in a fake posh accent. "I mean it Daniel - don't be like this because you're not just hurting me but you as well."

Arriane laughed. Daniel glared but I could see the internal war of emotions in those stormy grey eyes. "You have no idea who I am." He said finally. "Now get out of my way before I make you." All of his features had gone stone hard.

"Do I get an apology?" I asked, barely audible, my eyes watering at his meanness.

"Oh Lucinda." He whispered. I didn't bother asking how he knew my name, just stared at him with tears in my eyes. "I'm sorry." He turned and left.

"Well that was awesome!" Arriane exclaimed. "I don't anyone but me and Cam have ever stood up to Daniel. I can tell we're going to be fast friends." She started taking me back towards the buildings.

"I practically feel like I know you already." I added and it was true. Me and Ari have been besties for thousands of years. We were even good friends in Heaven.

One last time, I glanced behind me to see Daniel stood at the other double doors. His expression was blank but there was no mistaking it - he was watching me go.

A shoutout to FallenFanGirl1 who has kept reminding me to update chapters and go and checkout her Fallen fanfic 'I Remember You' because it's a good one. Once again, don't forget to review. Bye xx