MWAHAHA!!! It's meeeeeee! Okay, I've been hitting some serious writers block. But I've been working on a new chapter. But then my disk decides to be mean and delete the whooooole story, but I got it back after I realizes that I can upload it and stuff and yeah. SOOOOO…as soon as I conquer the writers' block you'll be enjoying a whole new chapter. So, um…if you want, you can give me some ideas to help me get on with the story for your viewing pleasure! It would help if I knew what I did with my disk too… Sorry bout that, mates!
Help me please! The voices inside my head don't help…but they make good points. And from the wise words from my school friend: Beer is retarded.
Hmmm…I have a little thinger here, for the story that I managed to remember from the debris that was once my mind. Owned.
Kurama looked out his window and saw Hana brushing her hair in front of her mirror. He could hear music coming from her room as well…
"Move on move on/now the record's skipping/I won't forget I won't forget/the way you said/move on move on/there's no point in waiting…"
Kurama had never heard that song before. "Maybe I will pay Hana a little visit," he did not noticed Hana standing at her window, wide open.
"Don't even think about it Shuichi," Hana called. Kurama stuck his tongue out at her.
"Yes mother," he said.
And that's all I remember. I'll think of more, I swear.
Turtle Child…giving you Turtley goodness!