'Sup, guys? I missed you! :D I'm workin' on shortening my profile. Guess what? It's almost prom time, that's damn well up! :D I'm sorry, I'm excited.
I know I've been gone a long time now. Nearly a year, I believe. If not, close. If you want a full explanation of my absence, check out the upcoming Chapter... Five? of Ice Over An Angelic Heart. You don't have to read the whole story, just the Author's Note in that chapter. It has everything that's happened in the last nine montths.
Spoiler. No. I was not pregnant. Endspoiler.
I realize I may have pissed some people off by not updating, so I intend to give you guys information of the contact variety that you can poke, prod, remind, harass, and beat me with whenever you want me to update. My DeviantArt. xXMarie-DeLa-MortXx. Have fun. :P I'll also be putting up some art there. Possibly art from these stories.
I also do art trades. :P
Okay, you guys want what I updated, don't'cha?
Well, here y'go.
I was a tad worried when they said kitchen. Not that I thought they would eat me, just that I couldn't cook. Although I really should've been worried they'd eat me. They handed me orders. I cursed mentally. I was cheap labour for a restaraunt. Shit.
"W-wait, cook?" I asked. The Toucanmon that appeared to be in control nodded and left. I sighed, taking a look at the orders. Nothing too difficult, really. Some ramen, a few hamburgers, spaghetti, soup, a sandwhich. I checked around the kitchen, looking for all the ingredients, and I lined them up on the counter. Noodles? Check. Soup base? Check. Bread? Check. I had everything I needed, so I put the stove on and started boiling some water. I put on some tunes on my MP3 player to pass the time.
I danced around a bit as I prepared the sandwhich, and ended up cutting my hand. I started swearing.
"Fuck!" I yelled. God, it hurt. I must've gotten bread crumbs in it or something.
One of the Toucanmon came into the kitchen, to see what had happened.
He grumbled something about 'upsetting the customers' and ended up finishing the food for me.
I decided to sneak out of the kitchen. It was an oceanside shack, with an open porch with tables, and changerooms outside. I walked down the steps, and took my shoes off, letting the sand get between my toes. I rolled up my pantlegs and ran straight into the water, until it was thigh-high, which deafeated the purpose of rolling up my pantlegs.
I giggled and breathed in the warm sunlight, the smell of the ocean. I put my hands in the water and started making waves and splashing around.
I recoiled quickly. The water was salty, and the cut burned. After a while, though, it wasn't too bad. I just kept splashing and giggling. I heard my name and paused.
"Kia!" It rang again. I turned around quickly, trying to find where it had been coming from, and tripped in the water. I landed on my rear end, and created a massive splash. I was soaked.
"Kia!" It kept calling, and I tried to stand up, but was tackled back into the water by a midget with a poofy orange hat and a massive smile accross his face.
Massively short chappie, I know. 560 words, including the first Author's Note.
But you know what?
I MOVED!
I now live in the city, so I can get a job. But that means I have no friends.
You know what no friends and no school equals, right?
If you don't, it means I have insomnia, expresso coffee, and creative output to keep me company until I get a fothermucking job.
If you want to contact me, do it on Deviant Art, preferably, because I don't check my email often.
But I will be updating more. Rewriting more. And writing more stories.
Check the profile for a list of things to come. :3