Mako's Message: A few days...maybe more than a week ago at this point, I sat down and had a long talk with myself about this story, what were important plot points, and how long it would take to cover them. I decided that as long as I didn't wander too far off track with any particular plotline it should be relatively easy for me to hit every beat I could think of (and it's entriely possible there's something I really wanted to do but just wasn't thinking about) and finish this story not just by Ch300, but by the end of the year. Of course, that plan only works if I actually write the chapters. And that's what brings us to this.


As much as I wish I could be doing more as Hit Girl, I'm really glad there's nothing going on right now. It let's me focus on cheerleading and the upcoming competition season.

Yeah...I really just wrote that.

Holy shit.

Anyway, I'm trying my best to get the rest of the girls into championship condition. It's not going as well as I'd like though. We're just not up to the level of last year's team, and last year's team still lost.

Most of the girls have been happy with the way I've been running things, as far as I know, and Coach Baum hasn't said anything either, so I don't think anyone is trying to spite me. Except for maybe Brooke, but I'm pretty sure, aside from the "power and prestige" of being cheer captain, she was also hoping this would help her get into a great college.

At least patrols give me time to relax. Sometimes I really wish they gave me something to distract me from my dumb school problems, but when we're not kicking ass it's as close to a date with Dave as I can get. We talk, we usually get food, sometimes we get to help someone. Like, Dave will help an old lady carry her groceries onto the subway while I guard them. It's simple and I used to hate it, but it's more time to spend with Dave and it helps fight the idea that we just go out and kill people.

Not much else is going right now though.

Except I'm gonna need new clothes soon. Showing way too much ankle.