(A/N): Alright, everyone. Streak here ^.^
I have made a very big decision to keep doing this story after all, so it is no longer up for adoption. Except there is going to be one huge change... The World Will Be Watching is going to be a collab with screening. I'm looking forward to this now, and I'm somewhat energized to write more! So here, have a preview of the female tribute for D3 as an apology for all this confusion.
And also, I just looked at the reviews. I didn't like what I saw. A... flame. If you can even call it that. 79, sure. I'm selfish. I know that. But, I don't appreciate you calling me a bitch. It's uncalled for. Normally I would give people... if you call yourself a person... a what for, but I have no desire to continue such a childish argument. So I will not respond with raging, because I'm better than that. Also, I don't see that you have any stories published yourself, so I advise you pull out of this argument. I would have responded with a PM, but I've noticed that you have them disabled. Personally, I think there's a reason for that- you must publish flames often. If you don't have anything nice to say, you can withdraw in a corner with the other haters which have been Hydro Pumped in the face by my Blastoise. Flame extinguished, and I hope next time you have something better to say than that.
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It had been a good day. The rest of my family was tired, and relaxing on the couch. My twin brother, Christian, had been being annoying, so I had taken refuge from him behind the couch where he wouldn't find me. It had gotten late and we were getting sleepy. Just as my parents and brother had fallen asleep on the couch, I began to creep out of my hiding spot. But then, I heard a noise. A strange noise. It sounded like a lock being turned… Afraid, I hid beneath a green woolen blanket and retreated back into my safe haven. I heard footsteps entering the room. As I shrunk even more under her blanket, I closed my eyes- I didn't want to see what was to come. As she crouched down behind the couch, unable to see anything, I heard maniacal laughter and several terrified screams. I forced my eyes open at the screams, and peered out from behind the couch. It was my mother. She saw me there and softly shook her head, as a warning to not come out from behind that couch. Just as the laughing figure brought down his butcher knife down on her head, her eyes connected with mine. "I love you." she mouthed, and then she was gone. Crying silently, I stuffed my head back under the blanket as the killer continued his work on my family, accompanied by sounds of tearing and rending. When all I heard was silence, I timidly crept out from behind the couch. I saw nothing on the floor, to my surprise. But then, a wet droplet of red landed on my arm. Stunned, I looked up to find a horror waiting for me…
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(A/N): Wow! I hoped you liked, please review!