Hey guys, I'm finished with for a while. Actually, probably forever. Just so you know, when I wrote this fic, I was in 7th grade. I didn't know what Cassandra Claire's Very Secret Diaries were. I wrote this story because I liked the Sabriel books and I noticed that there were no humor fics in this category.
I'm in 9th grade now. My writing has matured considerably, and maybe someday (like, the summer) I'll get back into the swing of writing at this place. (Whatever happened to the meaning of that sentence, I don't know. Maybe it ran away and died or something. You tell me.)
So adieu, happy readers, I'll miss your comments.
For unhappy readers –
Kaliel – at least you gave me constructive criticism, and I respect that. Thank you.
Rob – since you replied so immaturely to my story, I feel that the best response I can give is also very immature – your face sucks cock, fucker. (Sorry if that offended anyone)
Desert Roses – I really don't have anything to say to you, except start learning how to spell and/or write constructive criticism.
The End! (For now…dun dun dunnnn! Or not.)