Sequel to Miss him, but this is in the perspective of the kids, but you need to figure out who's who. 
WARNING!!: THIS CONTAINS SAD STUFF, EXCEPT TE END, I THNK, BUT OTHER THEN THAT ALL SAD THINGS! IF YOU GET TRIGGERED BY THEM I AM SORRY! IF YOU GET TRIGGERED EASILY, THEN LEAVE IMMEDIANTLY!! 
other then that, if you did stay, then please enjoy this... 

*I did warn you though Beware!*
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11 kids together - Together Forever ... 

Funny how people say "Lets be Best Friends forever!" Like it's a little tribute or promise to never break. We were all kids back then, so it meant a lot to us... So much to us. Strangers, to Friends, Friends to Best Friends, Best Friends to enemies, Enemies to Best Friends. It's a cycle. An endless Cycle that never stops. Like the Circle of Life. There are ways to break this cycle, but over time, it repairs itself, and the cycle begins again... However... This cycle will be broken... Again, and Again over years, and we are re-living the same process again, and again. Until it breaks, I want to make people around me as happy as possible. I want to be Happy with them... So please forgive me if I go away for awhile... Please, don't take my happiness away from me...

10 Pre teens staying- 1 goes bad ...

We all knew it would happen... But we never thought it would be so soon. One minute we were all laughing, playing and smiling like life didn't care. Like we all didn't care... Then reality kicks in and one of us went rogue with power. A blade slicing through bystanders, Blood on their hands, as it was a part of their skin. Mad power driven eyes watching as people were killed in front of them... It was frightening. My Master, no my friend, no my LOVER, power crazy, and killing innocents. Like their ancestors before them, their elders, siblings and family before them, acting the same way they are... heh... Guess it runs in the genes... One things for certain though... This isn't the person I hold dear to me... the one I loved for almost all my life... I want my Love back, you Monster... 

9 teens running- 2 leave ...

I knew we shouldn't have made this bond... It was a mistake. A curse, a source to evilness... But I can't really blame it. I shouldn't be blaming my pals. Without them I wouldn't be who I am now. An independent women, who fights for justice and has a nick for technology. My love... I miss them already. The star in my eyes, their the  shinning Gem in a dragon's treasure hoard, my graceful dancer. I shouldn't have jumped in front of them and sacrificed my one life; but if I get to see their smile and them safe and living... Then I would die for them a hundred, no thousands, millions, billions of times, to see them alive and happy. My soul is strong, as my will to keep them safe... But nothing is stronger then love, and nothing will ever break that off...  As long as this girl is existing in this universe, She will fight...

8 teens fighting- 3 are missing...

I should keep fighting, but without them, I am no longer complete. My dances aren't as happy and graceful as they were before, they are now sad, and dragging. I stopped completely. Why keep it up, when the source is gone. I danced for them, I loved dancing for them. Seeing their reactions, made me happy, and keep impressing them and others... Now that they aren't here, I lost that feeling, and I am not the person I was. My friends are worried for me, but  are too afraid to approach. I won't blame them though; I wouldn't do the same thing if I was them. I leave and make myself unrecognizable, I change my appearance and live a different life. I cut off contacts, I change where I live, and where I am, and I stop communicating. I feel sad... I feel empty... I want to see them again... And I do... The curtain and music falls for good, for this little broken Dancer...

7 young adults hoping- 4 are dismissed ...

 We are losing this war. We are never going to win, but do we give up hope? No, No we don't. Though we lose another comrade each time, we still fight for freedom and justice like heroes do. Heroes we aren't, just yet. I miss the old days... the days were we didn't care at all, and we were living life. I miss drinking past my limit and being drunk off my behind, but as general, you can't do that. You have to be at top notch to lead or else you let everyone down. Everyone that's still around stopped being themselves and drifted off. My lover even stopped talking to me, only when they talk about the next attack or if I messed up. I miss them, I miss their cold, but loving eyes looking at me, and their affection. I am not with them, nor with anyone at the moment. After I saved a trooper of mine, something crashed into me and I blacked out. I could hear their voice, their lovely voice screaming my name, before I lost it... And I am now lost, in a grey void, greeted by my own, 'dead family.,' I chuckle at myself, letting a tear drop down my face... Guess this little Potato finally got peeled... Oh well... At least this Sorcerer did something useful, for once...

6 adults losing- 5 have fled...

I lost... Everything... My home, my family, my life... My friends.. The ones who made me feel important... Like a somebody, not a nobody. I want this feeling back, but how can I when my little group is gone. I have one who stills makes me feel like a somebody, but it's never enough. My family split up, my cousins don't bother to care anymore, and my friends are slowly  disconnecting from each other. We are unorganized, we are a mess. Maybe everyone was right about us, we are misfits, we are not meant for each other... My friend, says to me, "That's not true! We all belong with each other! We're just all different in a unique way!," I want to believe him and I do... But this time is different. I stop believing and leave. I leave everything behind once again, and head for the unknown. I am not a somebody or a nobody, who am I then? I ask this a lot to myself and I never know the answer... till HE showed up and took me away, "You were never meant to exist, Nobody...," He says to me. I smile up at him, and take my last thought. That maybe true, but If I am a nobody, then I am a Lost Soul, or a puppet. If so..  This candle let it's flame burn out, far too long... And is no longer lighting up...

5 adults crying- 6 have fallen ...

I cried... during this hell-apocalypse I finally let a tear run down my face and let the dams bust open...For this idiot. I hate their guts, their positive attitude, their drinking problem... yet I love it about them. They kept me happy and lively through my depressing days, and my angry ones. I loved that about them, even though I wouldn't admit it. I miss them so much. I let tear after tear drip down my face, guilt, sorrow, and anger pouring out of my system. I don't leave my chamber for a couple of days. Others worrying about my health, but I don't show it. After days wallowing in pity, I finally have the courage to leave, and leave to go find HIM... I try to kill the bastard that took my friends, my cousin, my family, and innocents away. I didn't make it. How do I know? I felt my heart, my soul, being torn from my body and somewhere else... I sit down in a dark empty void, looking at nothing, and let tears after tears fall down. I messed up... I'm sorry... I just wanted to keep things safe, I wanted to save them... This knight, finally end up breaking his armor... What a lovely sight...

4 adults singing- 7 moved on ...

I want to go home. I want my friends back. I want Pickles and FlameBoy back to me. I want my happiness that was taken from me. Why can't I have them? I'm singing to myself outside, near graves of fallen soldiers and heroes. I squeeze myself between two and let my head rest on the right's. I now let my singing go to a hum and I let myself lay in between the two graves, who were my best friends. I could hear faint humming next to me, and I let out a small tear, but quickly wiped it away. I pat both the graves and smile., "Hey do you guys remember that time when we were pranking everyone?," I asked them. No reply ,but I go on., "Yeah it was super funny, I remember it like it was yesterday. We got into sooo much trouble by my Big Bro and his two friends!," I let myself laugh as I recalled the memory. My laughter then turned into a sob slowly and I let my hands cover my watering eyes. That's where my brother found me. Wedged into two tombstones, crying my eyes out... He took me home, but we were ambushed. We fought, and fought till we dropped. Well I dropped... I sacrificed my life to protect his and was stabbed in my heart taking a blow... "Hey it's alright Big Bro... I get to see everyone again... I'm so happy right now..." I say to him with my last breathe. He screams my name, but I lose my vision and it goes black... I finally got my wish... I get to see everyone laugh again, I am finally happy again...

3 elders are dying- 9 are passing the gate...

 It's been years, and finally I am dying... The Dark Lord has finally claimed my soul, and I stopped trying to fight back. My love, forgive me, but I can't live on. I can't bare to see your sad face, filled with grief, sorrow and hatred. I miss your kind, gentle face, that would always warm my heart up. Forgive me for I have let you down. I promised you we would be together forever, but I broke that promise. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I watch from my tired eyes as you fight the Dark lord, your demonic powers versus his darkness. It's beautiful, like two sides of the Yin and Yang. Green and Black, unlike your brother's Red, green really suits you. It always has... I watch you strike the final blow on him, and slowly let my vision black out. "TYLER! DON'T WORRY HELP IS ON THE WAY!! I Promise!" muffled screams are heard and then silence... Ah...lovely... I guess that's it... The Dragon finally falls, wings clipped off and Soul retreating... Leaving the little demon alone...

2 elder left- 10 are gone for good...

I watch from a far. I faked my death, to live a normal life, but was it worth it? I watch my old friend, grownup and matured, crying over another old friend of mine. I'm still young, unlike those two, Fallen Angels, or Guardians, age much slower than others. I watched them cry out their heart and looked away, grief filling my already petrified heart. I couldn't bare to see them crying, they looked to much like... him... my best friend. I walk away from them their crying getting more distant the more I walk. I stopped when I know longer hear the screams, and let out a soft sob. I could have done so much to save all of them. I failed as a guardian, and as an angel... A fallen one at least. I calmed down and kept walking to the woods, where a portal was open and a familiar girl with Ski googles was standing near it. "Ashlyn, good day.." I state. She laughs a bit, and looks at the sky. "Clearly if the day's clearing up... You ready to join the Alpha's Yet? Or..." I shook my head, smiling sadly. "I would rather go where my friends are. The Alpha's are bit too much for me anyway." She nods and leads me into the portal where my vision goes black and silence is all I could hear. My time as a guardian here is up... It's time to be recreated again... But this time, let's do it right...

1 left- 11 are all together again...

 I blink once, twice and thrice, before looking around my class. I'm in class, my math class preferably, and around kids 15-19 years old. To my right I have a two blondes, one an alcoholic the other a tomboy girl, to my right I have my annoying step brother, and the rich boy. I look behind me to see the dancer, the jock, the geek, the buff DJ, the scrawny kid, and the normal one. I sigh out loud and finish my test, right before the bell rang. We all got up and placed our finish (half finished) test in the basket, before packing up. I hear the Alcoholic whine about not finishing it, and the tomboy telling him to shut up. The Dancer left immediately complaining about a dance she has to master, the DJ pushes the scrawny kid away and snickers, while the Jock and geek, leave. My step brother talks to the normal kid and leaves as well... leaving me alone... I sigh and look at my phone to see a black screen and my reflection. I hate it. I hate this stupid bandage I have around my eye, just because it had a huge eye infection. I hate my mixed colored hair, and my unusual red eyes. I sigh again and look out the window, just admiring the view and- "Hey Doofus! You comin or do I have'ta drag your butt out the classroom and towards the exit." And having my annoying step brother ruin it for me. I sighed for the third, or fourth time and looked at him. "Yeah I'm coming, dweeb. Don't get your boxers in a twist." I don't know why, but I feel happier to see him than ever... I guess it's just a weird emotion I have today... An unusual, yet familiar emotion, I can't get enough of... Especially when I am around all of them...

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I warned u. ;-;