Celwriter: I know that none of you know what's going on, that's the point. It's a mystery, unlike the other drama, but it still has those same darn cliffies. Bwahahahahahahaha coughcough hahahahahahahacough oh, not again. (runs to cabinet to grab the cough medicine.) it's empty! Ahhhhhhhhh! (runs in circles, grabs a cough drop, then sits down to finish making a lost notice for her voices)
Chapter 3
Cel thought that her forgery would end the letters and she was right. When none came for three days, she stopped worrying, but something nagged in the back of her mind, telling her to be wary, and she was.
It was about a week after she had sent the letter and she received in the mail a letter from a publisher who had accepted her manuscript. She jumped up and down, screaming for joy. She began to calm down and began thinking about what she would put in the reply.
Cel pulled out her laptop and started typing, stopping briefly every once and a while to think about her wording. Each pause grew longer and longer until she couldn't think of what to write. Cel knew what she needed.
She headed down into the kitchen to grab some cheese and crackers when she spotted a car in the driveway. Mort was at counseling and besides, it wasn't his car. It was a large red van with the words "New York Orphanage" painted on the side. Cel was stranded in her shoes.
The doorbell rang.
Cel jumped.
Celwriter: YES, if you're thinking what I'm thinking, you're right. But I doubt it, so most likely you're wrong. Anywho, I need more reviews or I won't update. (taps foot on ground impatiently) I'm waiting.