Hello everyone! So ya- I decided to make another book in the Kane chronicles! I might not be very good, but please review and tell me how to make it any better! And I know whoever reads this won't care, but I got my hair styled like Sadie-Zia, which is to say, Zia hair cut and pink streaks!

Sadie

Hullo, everyone! It's Sadie here- Sadie Kane. At the moment I'm in the process of almost dying, of which most of the blame goes to Carter (no surprise there). But if I tell you what's happening right now then you'll be too confused, so our adventure will be meaningless.

You all know how our last adventure ended. You know-Amos ended up as Chief Lector and all that? Yes? Well, that's good. Because then I can continue on. About a month or so after that happened, we were still trying to get Ra to stop acting like a baby, and still trying to find out if there was any way possible to get Bes back. Bast still looked after us, of course, and we spent the time training our young trainees. One day, Walt came up to me to talk to me in private.

"Sadie, um-I know its bad timing, but-um…" I stared at him.

"Bad timing? What do you mean? Pretty much our entire lives are bad timing. Like at the museum, and at-" Walt interrupted me;

"Sadie. I meant about how I'm dying," I stared at him for a moment, then blushed a bit.

"Oh, ya." Great answer, Sadie, I told myself, but I had totally forgotten about that at the moment, which just shows how much I care for him. [Shut up, Carter. You weren't supposed to agree with me] I was in the middle of thinking about how embarrassed I was when Walt said something quickly. I looked up.

"Huh?" He looked away and blurted;

"I wanted to know if you were busy on Friday night." I looked at him suspiciously.

"No. What do you want to say, Walt? Is an evil god on the loose again? You want to go stop him, or-" Walt looked up at the ceiling and said

"Sadie, I wanted to go out with you." I stared at him in shock.

"WHAT? Of course! I've been waiting forever for you to say that!" Walt glanced at my closet door (where I still hadn't took down the picture of Anubis) then looked at me.

"Great. So…I'll see you later?" I managed a nod and watched as he walked out of my room. As soon as he turned around the corner I collapsed on my bed. Half of me was thinking He finally asked you out! Oh, god. What am I going to wear? While the other half screamed what were you thing Sadie? What about Anubis? What will happen if he finds out? Will he hate you? I sighed, and said aloud,

"Shut up, Sadie. You'll do no one any good and you have pupils to train." Then I rolled over and fell asleep.

Luckily, my soul liked my pillow tonight so my night was pretty much uneventful.

The next morning I woke up and went straight to see Jaz. She was already awake, doing stretches on her bed.

"Hey, Jaz." She glanced at me before returning to doing stretches.

"Hi Sadie." She glanced at me again.

"What brings you here? Usually you're not up until twelve," she said, joking around.

"Ha-ha." I replied, "Very funny. I wanted to know if there's any progress in your research." She looked me, forgetting about her exercise.

"Sadie, honestly, I just don't know what to do. I know that Walt means a lot to you, and I'm trying as hard as I can to figure out a remedy. I have no idea what to do now. I've tried all the cures that I know of, and there's still no sign of anything, except that maybe it's slowing down a bit. He might live until 16 or 17 now, but either way he'll still die." I nodded, looking away.

"Well, I guess I better get going to breakfast now." I walked out of the room, feeling Jaz's eyes on my back.

I met up with Carter on the way to the dining area. He still looked tired. He glanced at me, kind of bleary-eyed.

"Hi Sadie." I didn't look at him, just kept walking.

"Hi." He looked at me kind of funny.

"Is something wrong?" I turned and glared at him,

"No, Carter. Mind your own business! Can't you see that I want to be by myself?" Then I changed course and headed back to my bedroom. Ok, I'll admit that I was a bit rude to Carter, but when was I not? After all, that's what I'm here for. To get Carter mad at me. I slumped on my bed and grabbed my iPod off the shelf. As I scrolled through the songs I tried not to think about Walt, but I couldn't help myself. He was going to die soon, and we all knew it.

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