This is just an A/N chapter. I need to vent anger. This has been far from my week. I know that all of you are expecting a new chapter, and I promise you that I have the entire story written by hand, and I will post it. Please don't get mad at me, but I need to let things out to people who won't cut me off every thirty seconds. For all of you who don't want to listen to me, just scroll to the review responses.
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Okay, so here's the deal. Me and my family, we're not exactly the Brady Bunch, so to speak. My mom switches between wanting to be a strict parent, to wanting to be my best friend, none of which are very effective, by the way. One minute she's asking me whether or not I've ever kissed anyone before, and the next minute, she's yelling at me. So this other day, I was skating, (I figure skate, by the way) and there was a fire alarm. So I go outside wearing a sleeveless top and a short skirt, walking in my skates. I have to wait outside for an hour and a half. (this is at eight PM) When I get back inside, and get changed to meet her, she's yelling at me about how she's been there for an hour, and how somehow it's all been my fault. I wanted to scream at her.
My dad isn't much better. He seems to think that I'm still a five year old, who tells him everything from my life. He is determined to make me go to the University of Toronto, or York University, and live at home so that, "nothing will change". But where my brother is concerned, he can go to the USA for school, and do whatever he wants. I have my heart set on a scottish university. My parents wonder why I want to go there, then stuff like this happens.
Okay I'm done. I feel better.
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Now that that's out, here's a story to brighten your day.
One day a poor scottish farmer was tilling his lands when he heard a cry for help. He ran towards the sound, and found a small boy in a swamp, trying vainly to get out. The old farmer tied a rope, and pulled the boy to safety. After thanking the old farmer, the boy went home.
A few days later, the old farmer was outside when an elegant carriage pulled up to him. A richly dressed nobleman stepped out.
"Are you Mr Fleming, who saved my boy?"
"Yes sir."
"I would like to do something to thank you for your help."
"I couldn't possibly accept anything from you."
At that point, the farmer's young son approached. The nobleman turned to him.
"That's your son?" the farmer nodded proudly. "I'll make you a deal. I will give your son the same education that I would give my own son. He will amount to something that we can both be proud of."
The farmer and the son both agreed.
The name of the farmer's son:
Sir Alexander Fleming. He discovered penicillin.
A few years later, a nobleman was sick with bad pneumonia. Guess what saved his life? Penicillin.
The old nobleman's name? Sir Randolph Churchill.
His son's name.
Sir Winston Churchill.
There is an old saying that goes:
What goes around, comes around.
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How was that?
Anyways. I have found that I spend more time answering reviews, than actually writing the story. So. I'm going to write a general response every three chapters or so. Anyways...
Here's the deal for a lot of you. I WILL NOT WRITE A KEL AND JOREN FIC!!!!!! It defies the Great Chain of Being. Don't ask again.
Okay, I'm done with that.
So, for those of you who counted all of the votes, you didn't count in the many people who e-mailed me rather than reviewing. So far Dom and Neal are about even.
However, I'm not sure about making this a romance fic. I'm more centering around friendship rather.
I don't hate Dom. I think that he is far better off for Kel than Neal. Personally, I love Neal. He's mine, all mine, and no one can ever take him away from me. Ever. Get it. Got it. Good. Do you think that it's possible to fall in love with a character from a novel?
So... For all those of you who simply requested more chapters: standard answer. Sir, Yes, SIR.
Anymore questions? Review.
Don't forget. Read the answers to other reviews. They may answer your other questions.
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