Author's Note:
Okay so here's the scoop. I've been writing like mad but haven't really had the chance to type everything up. May 3rd was my 18th birthday and I had to take the AP Calculus test and then after school I went to church to do the power point for youth group and then I went to the opera Macbeth in Seattle.
May 19th is my Culminating Exhibition which all seniors taking Current World Issues have to do and May 20th is prom so I've been busy with that too.
My teachers have been piling on the projects! It's really a waste of time considering that we're GRADUATING in less than a month.
My last band concert is June 1st and graduation is on June 8th and then the day after I graduate I plan on getting a job. I took the SAT on the 6th and man was it easy. If you haven't taken it yet then here's some advice: BULK UP ON YOUR VOCABULARY! There's only one essay thank Kami, and there's like 4 math sections and the last five are a combination of writing and reading comprehension. By the way, dilettante is a dabbler of the arts and detrimental means injurious or harmful. Anyway, I will update soon! I promise! I have so much to type up it's not funny!
I'm working on a new story as well it's a Sesshomaruand Kagome pairing, something I've never done before. I don't know what to title it though I need some suggestions. Here's a little taste of it:
Kagome shivered and pulled the black leather jacket tighter around her small frame, her raven locks dancing all around her clouding her vision, the cold September air went through her and chilled her to her very core. It had been so long since she last returned to her time, all that had happened seemed like a dream. The time she has spent with her friends hunting down and collecting jewel shards, long chats with Sango in a spring that usually ended with Sango slapping Miroku or her having to sit him. A twinge of guilt came to her as she remembered all the times she sat him. It all seemed so far away now. But she still lived with her nightmare everyday. The end of her journies to the Feudal Era were still very fresh in her mind, heart and in her soul. She unconsciously traced the silvery scar at the base of her throat, a constant reminder of her pain. The final battle is still so fresh that she could have sworn it was just yesterday, but it wasn't. Five years had passed since she last returned to her time. But still...
Much love!
Brandtishot
PS
I'm seriously thinking about changing my pen name to something else.
