I'm sorry that this isn't a chapter update, so I'll keep this short. (I'll also be taking this announcement down soon.)
I've been going through the previous chapters and have felt like they could be better. I also feel like the editing site I've been using this past year has limited me in terms of how creative my work is. I've decided that I'll use it to help point me in the right direction, but it won't be the determining factor in how things end up anymore.
I probably should have used it sooner, but I've begone playing around with Google docs. I like this more, so I'm going to start using it more often for my writing process.
So, the chapters that are currently up will undergo some editing, seeing as I think they could be a little bit better. Nothing major will happen, just some grammar corrections and some additional detailing.
I'm also in the process of writing the newest chapter, so I'll continue doing that along with the edits.
Until then, here's a sneak peek at what'll happen in the upcoming chaper!
(Note: This is the first draft, so it'll most-likely change in the final draft.)
Enjoy!
To say that eating dinner with one of the girls who made Kimmy's time at high school a shitty experience was uncomfortable as fuck was an understatement. Her anger at the very thought of someone who hated her guts pretending to act like the most civil person in existence was nearly impossible to suppress. Then again, it did help a little that Jim wanted to get the evening over with as quick as possible.
That's what you get for being an ass.
"How do you like your roast, Melissa?" asked Kimmy's mom, shifting her food around as she attempted to gage what kind of person her nephew's girlfriend was.
Melissa, all gums and teeth, smiled at her in a strange attempt to look innocent. "It's wonderful. Thank you."
The sound of Kimmy's fork hitting her plate loud enough to draw in everyone's attention followed suit. Jim looked like he wanted the Earth to swallow him up, her mom looked confused, her aunt had murder in her eyes, Melissa looked way too pleased, and Ben sent her a knowing look.
"Is there a problem, young lady?" her aunt nearly growled between her teeth, making it painfully clear that she would kill her if any damage had been down to her cutlery.
Biting back a nasty reply, Kimmy looked down at her sad collection of meat and potatoes. "No, Aunt Jean."
A dismissive sniff came from her aunt, bringing the entire dinner table back into a somewhat silent atmosphere. For a moment, Kimmy thought it would remain as such, that perhaps dinner would be a much quicker affair than she had expected.