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Shali:-blows "Wind Song" at Jack again annoyed by him talking so much-
Snow:-makes my way down the changing stair cases to the Ball room and waits inside fiddling with a green ribbon my dress-
Shali: Xcer... I see you are still a sad excuse as an Ancestor.. -growls and the wind blows around up whippin my pute white hair around but never...
Mr.Foster:-nods and hangs up the phone- Snow... Go to the Carnival..Be happy hat you made nice with Mr.Walker -stalks off- Snow:-grins happy and...
Shali:-see's Ryder and growls my eyes turning all Black and uses "Wind Howl" hrough his ears mad now to see his stupid human form-
Shali:-looks at Darius- I don't like being out... I liked it inside of Snow... Can I go back? -asks softly wind starting to blow in through the...
Shali:-blank face frowns slightly looking at Jack- Rivals... I am only rivals with Xcer.. the Scum Ancestor of War
Shali: -says softly as a breeze- I am Shali of the Sky...
Shali:-looks at Jack with my Black eyes and rolls them looking for the other lazy Ancestors to get here-
Mr.Foster:-frowns and then sighs giving in- Fine... She can do Track and Field.. Thank you Sir -says strained- For your Donation
Shali:-sighs and grabs Jacks hoof and teleports to the Home dropping him like a dead weight standing as tall as I can at only 4'9- I don't like it...
Shali:-looks at Jack and blows "Wind song" for him with my lips, watching grow sleepy as everyone does when I make "Wind Song" play in there ears-
Mr.Foster: She doesn't... Our daughter is happy.. She can go to the Carnival with you but Sports is not something she wants to do.. Her Mother.and...
Shali:-growls rolling her eyes looking up at all the Ancestors- Linking hands with you lot is something I will not miss dearly soo no
(Wait... We need to Sort out where everyone is) (Ark. Me. Raven/Sparrow. Wilko. Jack. Darius. Artimus Are outside on the street and Mr.Smith is Dead)
(Still in the street Hun.. Not the school... And Snow is now tranformed to Shali who is very mad now...)
Shali:-stands up and slowly looks at Artemis then at Sparrow and ghe others frowing- I hate being out... You couldn't handle this on your...
Mr.Foster:-suttuers and shoots Death glared at Snow who freezes- Mr.Walker... My Daughter is preparing for an Academic Life style... Sports just...
Snow:-gasps and curls up but a gust of wind blows through and my black hair turns pure snow white, my eyes once blue not pure black and my body...
(Carnival is...... Now!!)