Hey! Thank you all for the reviews, I'm so excited you like my story! Anyways, quick thing, I must apologize for the last chapter being bold and underlined and the possibility of the same thing happening to this chapter. I really don't know why it does that, but I'm determined to find out. So, without further apology:

Dear Bored with Life,

School is not my favorite place. I mean, It's not that I have no friends or anything, it's just that I'm not like my friends. I don't mean to sound melodramatic or like I'm special or anything, I just feel like they never understand what I'm actually trying to say. They take a lot of my words and turn them into a joke or something and I don't try to correct them. I feel like I'm not actually me. Can you understand that? That's one of the reasons I want to go out and travel the world because no one will know who I am, where I'm from, or anything like that.

My brother and sister are very…innocent? I think that's the right word. I don't exactly look innocent, especially compared to them. They are blonde even! My parents seem to think that I will have the tendency to get in trouble or something, but despite what anyone says, my record is clean. Okay, sorry for the rant there, but it's nice to type this out.

So what are your top favorite colors and what is your favorite flavor of ice cream? I don't think I'm supposed to tell you my gender, but I'm going to break the rules. I'm a boy. I think it would be pretty hard to narrow me down out of over three hundred kids.

Your Pen Pal,

Looking for a Life

P.S. Do you have any siblings?

I finished his letter with a lot more sympathy for this boy. I knew the feeling he was talking about. I didn't have the same one at the moment; my friends knew me well. I was just…a little bored, I guess. I felt like everything was too repetitive.

After hearing everyone's conversation at lunch I realized that this was never going to go away. I decided that I needed to either forgive him, or excuse him or else I would be stuck with that story for the rest of my life.

I just didn't want to forgive him, I wanted him to beg me for forgiveness, but I knew Fang. He was definitely upset with me. We got into a freaking fist fight! When we were eleven! I also took his best friends away from him. He had to find all new friends that I was sure didn't click with him perfectly.

"Max?" Ella's voice called from the row of books behind me.

"Yeah?" I replied.

"Nudge is ready. You coming?" Do I have any other choice? I asked myself, getting up from the table and heading over to Ella.

"Yeah, come on." I replied quietly. We walked out of the library and down the deserted hallways. Nudge had tennis practice after school today and I had wanted to stay in the library to do some homework. Ella had a student council meeting.

"So…" Ella started, trailing off. That meant she had an idea.

"Yes?" I asked her dryly.

"I was thinking-"

"Seriously? Congratulations!" I clapped my hands in mock excitement. She glared and me and then continued on again.

"Like I said, I had an idea for something we could do on Friday!" She told me excitedly.

"What?" I perked up. Going out and do something different sounded fun to me.

"Well, there's this free concert that a radio station is hosting. We don't really know the band, but it's going to be like a huge carnival with face painting and go-carts and all of that fun stuff!" She explained.

"That sounds great!" I replied with more enthusiasm than normal, and no sarcasm. Ella looked at me for a minute confused.

"What, no sarcastic comment?"

"You didn't ask for one," I rolled my eyes at her and pushed the doors open.

"When do I ever ask for one?" She pointed out.

"I read signs."

"Hmm, never thought of that one," She smiled at me. I smiled back and we made it Nudge's car. I climbed in the back, letting Ella take the front.

"She said yes!" Ella sang to Nudge.

"Yay!" Nudge jumped up and down in her seat, "We should so make this a group thing! We'll invite JJ and Iggy and anyone else who wants to go! I bet a lot of people will be there anyways, but-"

"That would be awesome," I cut her off before she could really get into talking. "But first we have to make it through the week," I said solemnly.

"Always the bearer of bad news…" Ella trailed off, shaking her head.

"Eh, what can you do?" I smiled. We chit chatted a bit about projects and school for the rest of the ride until Nudge pulled up to Ella's house. Then Nudge slowly pulled out of the driveway and turned to me.

"Guess what?" Nudge asked.

"You're a nut?" I guessed.

"Well, that too," I chuckled, "But Iggy asked me out!"

"Seriously?" I asked her, shocked. Iggy didn't normally act on those things.

"I know!"

"Well, have you guys thought about what this would do to your friendship?" I questioned her seriously.

"Duh, of course. We decided that we're going to take it real slow, and if either of us have doubts, we'll just go back to being friends," Nudge smiled. I realized she was really, really happy about this.

"Why didn't you tell Ella?" I asked her.

"She's been really weird about Iggy lately. I'll say something about him and she'll just get real weird," she explained. I nodded as if I knew nothing, and we pulled up to my house.

"Okay, see you in the morning Nudge," I said.

"See ya!" She shouted out the window. I walked up the driveway, surprised to see an unfamiliar car in the driveway.

"Mom!" I called, walking in the house.

"In the kitchen," she replied, an octave quieter than me. I walked into said place, and froze.

"Max!" The two kids squealed running over to me. I held my arms open.

"Angel, Gaz? What are you two doing here?" I asked them.

"Mommy came over to visit and we wanted to see you!" They exclaimed to me. I smiled, surprised and happy to see them.

"Max, it's been forever since I've seen you. Look how you've grown!" The black haired and blue eyed woman smiled at me from a barstool.

"Mrs. Wren, it's nice to see you," I replied automatically, accepting her offering of a hug. For a minute I had déjà vu back to when I was ten and used to come over to her house all of the time.

"Your mom and I were just talking about you," she smiled again warmly. I returned the smile and sat down next to her.

"Oh, you were?" I asked her, looking at my mom with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, we were thinking how she could use some help with the kids while Nick's soccer season startes up and how you could use some extra money," she explained.

"Ah, I see."

"Would you like to baby sit the kids sometime?" Mrs. Wren asked. I pondered it for a moment, knowing it would be too rude to refuse. I wouldn't really run into Fang at all, and I could get to know the kids again. I smiled and agreed. Maybe this would be the first step into getting over the past.

If anyone has any ideas, feel free to tell me, I love ideas! Hope you enjoyed this chapter.