Hey, guys. I hope I'm not dead to you for not updating in the past...how long has it been? Two months. Two months and two weeks, to be precise. Wow.

Things have been kind of hectic around here, as per usual. I'm currently failing math (yay), and SATs are coming up. There are far too many graduation parties to keep up with, and I have to worry about getting money to go to New Orleans (because I'm spending it all on graduation gifts...), AND I have a French project that was due two weeks ago. I'm also preoccupied with desperately trying to slim down, but at this rate, I'm thinking I'll just stay inside all summer.

So yeah. Not that I'm making excuses or anything, I just have a hell of a lot on my plate right now. For those of you waiting for updates, I promise I am working on the next chapter. I like them to be at least 5 pages in Word before I upload, and I've filled up two so far. I should get back into the swing of things once I put it up, but it's getting there that's the trick.

Anyway, my writing style is very disorganized and sporatic, so it's happened, as in this case, that I will write several chapters ahead, and not do the next chapter. But couldn't leave you guys hanging for long, so here's a little teaser excerpt from an upcoming chapter:

Beck stared up at the night sky. "It's sad, isn't it?"

"Hm?" Bernard perked up. "What's sad?

"I don't know. The stars." Beck chewed on her straw.

Bernard looked up at the sky. "I can't see them," he said.

"Exactly. See, it wouldn't matter to mortals, because that's the way it's been for most of their lives." She plucked some grass out of the ground. "But we remember how it was before. When we could see the stars, and not just satellites. But that's life. Things change, and sometimes it's better to not know 'what if.'" She tied the grass in a knot and tossed it aside.

Bernard couldn't decide whether or not she was still referring to the stars. "Well," he cleared his throat again, "Sometimes the smog can be suffocating. It may be a pain to clear but at least we can breathe when all is said and done," he reasoned.

"That's beautiful."

"That's logic."

"Well, it's beautiful logic."

Bernard leaned back on his hands to contemplate the murky sky through the netting of the goal. Maybe Beck is right, he thought, taking a sip of his blue raspberry Slurpee; maybe some things are better left a mystery. When he looked back down, he was met with Beck's penetrating stare.

"Can I ask you something?" She asked.

"Shoot."

DUN DUN DUNNN.

See you all (hopefully) soon!