Hey guys!
I don't even know how many times I've said I'm sorry for not having updated. Saying I'm sorry doesn't even express how I feel. Gosh, I've said this so many times so I'm not even going to waste your time.
It's been too long since I've updated, I'm aware. You probably think I'm cancelling this series. I'm not. I'm in my junior year and it's so true what they say: it's your hardest year. I recently signed up for the PSAT and, I kid you not, like I'm not even exaggerating, I have a test or quiz every day I have school. It's either chemistry, math, or history. And when I'm not doing a (profanity warning) shit ton (profanity over) of homework, I'm at the gym. I haven't had time to write.
That's my excuse. It sucks, I know, but it's true. I'm not canceling the story, but I will probably make it shorter than I was originally planning on. Not too much shorter, just by a couple of chapters. And if that fails (I'm hoping it won't), I have a plan B. If I really can't squeeze in any of my time into writing good chapters for you guys, I will write a conclusion chapter, which would consist of a letter that is in Alaynah (or Carly's, I haven't decided) perspective that sums up everything that happened. The letter would be written one year later so Alaynah's baby would be born and all that so you would see her decision. Again, that's plan B, so it's not the plan right now and let's hope it won't be because I really want to get back on schedule with this story.
I am finishing up the next chapter now, and I am going to start and try to finish another chapter tomorrow, so hopefully I can release one tomorrow and another next weekend.
As I did last time I'm going to give you a sneak peek at the next chapter which I am hoping to have up by tomorrow. If not, Monday for sure. Again, my sincerest apologies. I'm trying to get this back on track. Don't give up on me guys. Here is your sneak peek! Take a look:
"I can fix it, okay!? I can go talk to mom . . . an – and things . . . things will be better . . . okay?" I was beginning to choke on my own words, physically and emotionally. I knew I wouldn't actually be able to fix the mess that hadn't been cleaned up in years and so did my dad because he looked anything but convinced.
"Allie, you can't fix us, alright? We can't even fix us. I know this is not what you want to hear and believe me I don't want to be telling you, but it's the truth. And . . . the truth . . . sucks." Never had truer words been spoken.
Short, I know. But I have to get you guys excited for tomorrow (or Monday)! So stay tuned! I love you guys. See you soon!