I am so so so so sorry for the super super super late response. First I finished the chapter, which was about 2,000 words. Then my hard drive was wiped. Then last-minute homework assignments from the Servants-of-Satan. The Servants-of-Satan are also called "teachers". But only by the uneducated public that have not felt their wrath. Then finals. Then redid this chapter. Then the hard-drive was wiped. Again. Then last-minute project assignments, then more finals, then graduation rehearsals, then summer courses, then school graduation.
And sadly, that is the right order. I started my summer courses before school was even over. Therefore I will have no summer, which is exactly when I wanted to write about fifty-billion chapters. Then aside from school, my ever-complicated life - which the Servants of Satan think I lack - has decided that now is a good time to push me to the point of breaking just to see if I can come out alive. And since I am still alive, I decided now is a good time to write this chapter for the fifth time. And I wish I was exaggerating when I say that I wrote it five times. I hope this chapter goes well.
See you on the other side
"Why am I always on the outside? Just looking in? I could be helping Blaine, protecting him, even! And what do I do? I sit alone, just a few feet away, watching through the window." Gavin repeatedly mumbled this to himself while pacing, trying to avoid the muffled screams that he could only hope were in his head.
Books were scattered the room, torn papers and ruined covers littered the hardwood floor that has a path permanently worn down where he was constantly pacing. The piles of books in the corner of the room because of the lack of shelves were lopsided and threatened to fall any second. His school jacket that was thrown over his bed was now on the floor, dragging the bed covers with it.
And all the way in the very back corner of the room - a nice little hideout that was so conveniently made from the book piles - were a small collection of forgotten items. Whether they were forgotten on purpose, though, no one really knew. And deep down in the pile, under the signed baseball bat and a layer of dust, lay a small handgun. Sitting on a box of ammo.
Out of habit, Gavin checked the window every few minutes, to see what he can find. This time though, the room was empty. Odd, but not unusual. What was unusual was the yelling. It wasn't just in Gavin's head anymore. He looked into Blaine's window and he saw something so shocking he couldn't help but look away.
Yepp... Teaser Time. Just wanted to let you guys know that I am actually trying to work on the story, but I have no time. I promise that the next chapter will be like 2,000 words to try to make up for the fact that I haven't updated in a few months.. Sorry bout that :P
Oh and I want to thank all of you that have taken enough time out of your day to read my ridiculous story. And comment. And set an alert C:
Luv u guys 3
-xAwakeButDreamingx