Author's Note: I know, I know, this is a dead fic. This is a very dead fic.
But I wanna finish it!
I'm not getting any helpful reviews. Seriously guys, if it's good, it's good. There are some stories that are just that good, and don't really need any help! ::cough Please Forgive Me cough:: If you can't think of anything, that's ok. There are some fics that may still need stuff, but you don't have a clue what they need, or you don't have a clue as to where the author's going. ::cough Sixkiller cough:: I also don't think that this fic could, in any way shape or form, possibly fit either of those categories.
So tell me what's wrong! I mean, aside from the fact that Faith is a total ditz and Leigh is just her really stupid sidekick (Translation: My characters suck. I have a problem with developing characters. This was my first attempt), WHAT IS WRONG? I NEED FEEDBACK! ::pants:: ::regains composure:: So. Here goes.
1 Chapter Seven
Arriving back home, I informed a dubious Chris that Jordan was perfectly fine, or so said my 'gut feeling.' Promptly logging onto AOL, I realized that Marco might not have my email address/screen name. But I guess he remembered it from before, because I had an email from him explaining about kinds of aliens and stuff I'd need to know for the future. I forwarded it to Leigh and replied to Marco, and included Leigh's email address in the response.
Now there was nothing to do but sit back and wait until we were needed.
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Author's Note: After writing that lengthy Author's Note. I realized that the story was basically finished. I have one more chapter coming that I think I'll write right now, then wait to upload to see the responses from this chapter.
I'm not getting any helpful reviews. Seriously guys, if it's good, it's good. There are some stories that are just that good, and don't really need any help! ::cough Please Forgive Me cough:: If you can't think of anything, that's ok. There are some fics that may still need stuff, but you don't have a clue what they need, or you don't have a clue as to where the author's going. ::cough Sixkiller cough:: I also don't think that this fic could, in any way shape or form, possibly fit either of those categories.
So tell me what's wrong! I mean, aside from the fact that Faith is a total ditz and Leigh is just her really stupid sidekick (Translation: My characters suck. I have a problem with developing characters. This was my first attempt), WHAT IS WRONG? I NEED FEEDBACK! ::pants:: ::regains composure:: So. Here goes.
1 Chapter Seven
Arriving back home, I informed a dubious Chris that Jordan was perfectly fine, or so said my 'gut feeling.' Promptly logging onto AOL, I realized that Marco might not have my email address/screen name. But I guess he remembered it from before, because I had an email from him explaining about kinds of aliens and stuff I'd need to know for the future. I forwarded it to Leigh and replied to Marco, and included Leigh's email address in the response.
Now there was nothing to do but sit back and wait until we were needed.
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Author's Note: After writing that lengthy Author's Note. I realized that the story was basically finished. I have one more chapter coming that I think I'll write right now, then wait to upload to see the responses from this chapter.
