Yeah,finally,eh peeps?*sweatdrop*Hope ya like.Oh,and no flames from Mustang fans please.*shudder*I hate Mustang....

Yet Another Fight Picked....
I got up and looked around.Wait one minute.....
“Oh,God,we’re in a city.”I shuddered.”I REALLY hate cities.”Crystal laughed.”How couldja hate cities?”she asked.”Ya can’t breathe and ya havta carry a bazooka with ya to get a Coke from the coke machine down the street.”This time,Milli laughed.Just then some other idiot shoved me until my head banged against the wall of a house.Now,I was reeeeeeeeeeeally ticked.”HEY YA FREAKIN HORROR MONKEY!!DIDN’T YO MOMMA TEACH YA ANY MANNERS?!”I yelled.The person who shoved me stopped running.Apparently,I ticked him off too.”What’d you call me?”he asked.He turned around.I thought I was gonna have a heart attack.
I picked a fight with Ed Elric.
“Awww man......”I groaned.Crystal and Milli exchanged confused looks.”Who’s he?”they asked.”Uhhh.....”I started.”Answer my question,”Ed growled.”Or what,yer gonna drag me off to a mental asylum to swipe a pistol so I can put Mustang outta his misery?”I taunted.”Geez,Amanda,I bet you’ll have the CIA after ya in a year or two,”Milli said.Ed tackled me like a football player.”I plopped on the ground.”Well that was a cheap shot.”I sat up.”Five-year olds hit harder than you,”I said.Another tackle.”Geez,are you an alchemist or a football player?”I asked.”You have a really bad attitude.”“Nah dip Sherlock.”I hadta duck to avoid a punch.”Cities....so violent,”I muttered.I stood up and grabbed Ed’s arm.It just happened to be his right arm-the Indian burn wouldn’t work.”Crap.”I hadta do a belly flop to avoid the other fist.I grabbed Ed’s ankles and yanked his feet from under him,causing him to fall.I got up,made absolute sure that Crystal and Milli were right behind me,and took off.”Who was that?”Crystal asked.”Don’t ask.Just run,”I replied.More bad luck-a head-on collision with Mustang.But thankfully,Milli and Crystal helped me stay off the ground.I glared at Mustang.”I hate you,ya bankrupt boozer,”I said.Crystal groaned at Mustang’s angry look.I grabbed Mustang’s glove hand and perfromed my favorite-the Indian burn(where ya twist the skin on someone’s arm.If ya wanna make it hurt really bad,bite ‘em along with that).Mustang yelled and wrenched his arm away from me.”You have just p*ssed me off,”he said.I laughed.”Language.There’re little kids-“I nodded pointed at a group of small kids playing in someone’s backyard-“listening in.”Mustang snapped his fingers-a small jet of flame zoomed past my left ear.”Nice.Smores,anyone?”I asked.”Yeah....Milli and Crystal,ya might wanna run....I kinda ticked off the ever-so-retarded Flame Alchemist.He can deep fry ya.”Milli and Crystal took off,luckily.”You look about thirteen,”Mustang said.”What the heck does that havta do with anything?”I yelled.”You’re a young girl.”“NAH.DIP.”“Why don’t you act like one?”“Why don’t you act like you have a life?”Mustang sighed and grabbed my wrist.”You’re comin’ with me,kid.”