"Breaking news" Started a female anchor standing on the wooden docks that were once filled with cheering guest but now only held wet passengers finally touching land.
674 people walked weakly out the water and on the docks with others running to them looking for their loved ones.
The woman had small puffy black curls in a loose dark blue pant suit with white buttons on her jacket. She held tight to a wireless microphone around her moist fingers with her nails shining of a bright red and her face covered in makeup covering her freckles. The woman's thin lips were covered in a captivating red shade. Her teeth were starry white thanks to her stern parents staying on her about those things. She smelled of layers of perfume, like she showered in it, but it was a pleasant smell… if you were ten feet away from her. There the smell wouldn't be so strong.
In front of her was her young cameraman. He was nineteen holding a heavy black box camera. He wore khaki shorts, a star wars t-shirt, and a black pair of Vans. His smell was of Pizza, strongly. His face being a pizza with red zits everywhere and metal braces on his yellowing teeth. He recorded all of what she did, silently holding the camera still waiting for her to speak.
She, waiting for the story to be passed to her from the station, just smiled.
1...2...3 and the story was on.
"Breaking news at the docks of Ocean City! Reported here almost a week prior, the so- called unbreakable Seaic named after the Ocean City Committee has sunk last night! Rescue teams respond at eight a.m. As you can see survivors are coming. Many very sick are being sent to the hospital as we speak. Families and friends are rushing to find their loved ones in this mess not even sure if they have been found. Rescuers are still looking for as many survivors as they can find."
The woman spoke loudly. She walked a few steps to the left, pointing to the shore that were covered with cops, doctors, strangers in a crowd trying to see what was happening.
A young male officer yelled something and to get a closer look. The woman and her cameraman snuck through the cops to the shore.
The cop was in the water pulling something to the sand. When it was there, almost everyone gasped.
It was a man's body. A light blue almost white body in a suit and sea weed on him.
Aloud cry came from the crowd and a girl pushed through the crowd and ran to them.
"Ma'am you can't be here!" Another officer snapped.
Two cops set to pull her away, but she pushed them off.
"That's my father!" She screamed.
The Chief rushed to them and saw what the others didn't.
"Dear god!" He gasped making the others look.
That wasn't the only body coming their way.
xXxXx
Louise walked off the small wooden lifeboat she shared with a few crew members and two other lost findings, with a grey blanket around herself. Her bones were so weak, head ringing, body freezing, heart hurting, and her eyes replaying Logan's death over and over. She was barely able to keep herself together as she walked to a bench to sit.
Coming by was no other than Cynthia and Charlotte with a little girl following Charlotte.
Louise's first instinct was to cover her face which she did very quickly, but the women passed her without even noticing her.
"They had to survive!" Louise muttered as they passed. They went to a officer looking very upset.
Even though they were a few feet away, Louise could hear their conversation clearly.
Cynthia wasn't even trying to be quiet.
"Where's my son?" Cynthia just came out with it.
Louise stared at the ground, biting her bottom lip.
"I'm sorry?" The man was confused by her question.
"My son, he was on the boat and we can't find him!" Cynthia snapped to the young man.
"I don't know ma'am, who is your son?"
"Logan Bush, I'm Cynthia Bush, go find my son!"
"Ummm…" he started hearing the demand.
"Did you look in the lifeboat?"
"Of course! Can you direct me to someone who isn't a dumb bastard please?" Cynthia hissed.
Louise was actually feeling bad for the man, but kept her mouth shut, but at least she said please.
"She didn't mean that," Charlotte cut in.
"I did!" Cynthia barked to Charlotte making the little girl next to them jump. "Out of six hundred fucking people I can't find my son!"
"Are you sure he made it?" he nervously asked.
"My son for sure made it! How dare you?!"
"It just seems-"
The Chief walked to them. He was actually close with the Bush Family. The Chief came in for a hug and whispered something in her ear.
Louise didn't hear but Cynthia's reaction spoke a million words.
Cynthia let out a spine chilling cry that everyone turned to see she drop to her knees crying and screaming "No!"
"I'm sorry about you lost," The Chief told.
Cynthia's view was blocked by the anchor woman and the bright light from the camera.
"Can we-" The woman started point her microphone to Louise.
Louise shooed them away with her left hand, pushing them away.
When her view of Cynthia came back, Cynthia was screaming and crying, now causing the biggest sense ever to happen in Ocean City.
Who and what she was crying about was unclear to Louise.
The anchor woman recorded Cynthia's freak out for the news then her eye caught another Seaic Survivor victim. She, with her cameraman behind her, ran to the victim.
Linda Belcher.
"Hello! Hello! Can I ask you a few questions?"
Linda, who loved the spotlight, saw the camera and gave a gigantic smile that made her look like a wet psycho and agreed to the questioning. She nod.
"What happened on the Seaic? What caused this to happen?" The woman asked.
"I don't even know, my family and I woke up to rising water in our room," Linda answered.
"Many think that it was an iceberg that caused this."
"Well U don't know, but I think so, all I know for sure is that I got my family out safely and I will pray for the ones who didn't make it and will for their families as well."
"Okay ma'am, thank you," The woman said empathetically, giving her a kind smile.
"Your welcome." Linda gave a short little wave to the camera then walked to her family.
"We'll get you more on this story soon," The woman turned to the camera.
Linda and the rest of the Belchers without Louise walked around the docks, guess looking for Louise.
Louise had to get up before her legs fell asleep again like on the boat. She lifted herself up off the bench. A plastic item feel and hit her foot.
Louise looked down and noticed the CD that was given to her by Dodie. The CD that she had a job to do something with. She picked the disk up and started on her mission. She rushed off the docks, trying her best not to be seen by her family, Cynthia, Charlotte, or anyone else who she isn't friendly with because of Logan. Louise walked down the street of her home, passing her well missed room where if she could she would just sneak into her room, lock the door, and curl up with her Kuchi Kopi, but she needed to do this for Dodie, not even knowing the reason why she needed to. She didn't even know what was on the CD and she didn't want to. If it was going to the police, it couldn't be good. She walked all the way down to the Police Station, which wasn't that far from the docks but for it being a job she didn't want to do and it also being done by a lazy person it felt long.
Before she walked in, she pushed her long hair over her face with many reasons why she did. One, the most important, being she was a juvenile walking into the Police Station.
Louise glued her eyes to the white tile as she walked to up the front desk.
"Can I help you?" A deep male's voice asked.
Louise pushed the CD on the desk in front of the man.
"What is this?" he asked picking it up.
Louise didn't answer. She did turn away and start walking out.
The man called out a few times, but Louise ignored. She did her job and now all that was left was to watch.
xXxXx
After all of Cynthia's dramatic act of crying and screaming, Charlotte, with the help of her two brothers got her into the Clarkson family limo and drove her to the family mansion.
All of Charlotte's family survived, unsurprisingly since they were all rich and important people also including Charlotte's new daughter, or well fake daughter but after getting safely on the boat the girl shut up and sat silently with her fake mother, but it did seem like the girl didn't know who this woman was or what was happening. The girl followed Charlotte silently not trying to make her upset.
Charlotte had always wanted a baby and really the second she and Logan got married she would force herself to get pregnant but since that wasn't happening she decided it would be nice to have a child, so took this one. She named her Uisce. Yes she meant and stuck with Uisce. Which yes means water in Irish, but Charlotte didn't know that and so when I man came up to her at the mall and asked for some Uisce, she didn't know what it meant and named her stolen child that. So Uisce followed Charlotte and her new family into the mansion.
Clarence walked Cynthia to the white fur couch and set her down.
Charlotte sat down next to her and Uisce surely followed.
Just as the family sat silently in the living room, looking around the large mansion door flung open.
Cops rushed in carrying large gun and wearing bullet proof vest. There was at least ten or twelve men rushing in the living room.
"Cynthia Anne Bush and Charlotte Elizabeth Clarkson you're under arrest!" A man yelled.
Everyone sitting jumped up with their hands up in surrender.
Cynthia still had tears in her eyes, but her sadness turned into confusion as they cuffed her and Charlotte, who was now crying her eyes out of her head.
Uisce wanted to follow her new mother, but Clifford held her back.
"What is happening?!" Cynthia yelled as they pushed the women outside with the Clarkson family following behind.
Outside were cameras blinding their eyes. News trucks filled the driveway and reporters screamed their questions.
Cynthia walked passed the crowd with darted eyes, standing up straight, ignoring everyone around her. She knew what this was about. It could one be about one thing. One thing she did and now she was cuffed like she was monster. The question in her head was who? Who told? Lester was dead! He was the only other person to know what happened. Someone did and if these people think she's a horrible monster then she should act like one.
xXxXx
* 4 years later*
xXxXx
"Breaking News with Jessica Parker!" The anchor woman introduced herself. Now after four years she looked exactly the same, but her hair grew. She also got a new camera man but she didn't care for his name. "The Murder Trial for Mrs. Cynthia Bush and Ms. Charlotte Clarkson for the alleged murder of Mr. Richard Bennett also known as Dicky to his friends that has been dealing with a few ups and downs for four years has now have a set trial later today and people have been-"
Louise got out the shower of her new home, well it wasn't really new since she moved into it three years ago, but she was just now feeling like this was her home. She heard the news coming from the living room TV. Her bathroom walls were painted white with a seashell themed which was not her idea, but Rudy's. She wrapped a beige towel around herself and stepped out, leaving the mirror foggy. She walked down the short light blue colored hallway, turned left into the living room which was a very light, almost white, yellow room with a blue couch and other things that didn't fully match in the room.
Rudy was sitting on her couch with the grey remote in his hands with the news on loudly. Now 22, he spent two years in college then got a fair job at a company that built and designed building and he looks just like his father. Big glasses and a round body.
Louise gave a smirk walking up behind him.
"I thought I said no news," Louise smirked.
Rudy looked back and returned the smile. On his lap was a little dirty blonde, blue eyed boy with his fingers in his drooling mouth.
"Aww hi baby!" Louise's face brighten. She swung around the couch and picked up her little baby. "I said no news!" Louise looked back to Rudy.
"I know, but Jackson here really wanted to watch it!"
"Oh, so he told you he wanted to watch the news?" Louise didn't believe him for a second.
"Yeah, ask him?"
Louise smiled to Jackson.
"Is he telling the truth?"
"No!" Jackson burst out his small self and smiled.
"Well would you look at that!"
"Jackson! Whose side are you on?" Rudy joked.
"His mother's. Rudy he's four, he doesn't care about this!'
"I just thought he should know about this Bush Trial!"
The last name made her shake.
Louise put Jackson on the carpet floor and he waddled his chubby legs to the wooden table that Louise baby proofed when she moved in.
"What is happening to them is none of our business!" Louise snapped sitting down on the couch next to him.
"Then why are you watching it?" Rudy smirked to her.
"Because you turned it on! So what's happening? Since you'll just force me to watch it."
"Well trial starts today but really I don't think they have solid evidence. You were on the boat, do you know what happened?"
"No!" Louise barked. "Of course not!"
"Ok! Well do you think they did it?"
"I don't know Rudy and you don't either so stop guessing because we don't know and it's not our business! Now Jackson has preschool in an hour and I need you to take him, I have this book signing today and-"
"Say no more…! Got this!" Rudy smiled. He stood up and picked Jackson up. "Have fun!" Rudy grabbed Jackson's black book bag.
Louise stood up and gave Jackson a big kiss.
"Bye baby, love you," she told him like she did everyday of every hour of every minute of every second. She said it a lot.
Louise walked them to the front door and the two left getting into a silver Cadillac.
Rudy put Jackson in his brown and grey car seat in the backseat, then he got in the front seat.
After they left, Louise closed the front door and went into her room. She changed into a dark green jumpsuit that had a silver zipper in the front. Joining that was a pair of black 2 inch heels. She wasn't good in heels but they made her look like an adult. Louise was going to a library for a romance novel she wrote while pregnant, putting all her feelings in it. She called it Sinking Hearts and it was telling her story of her secret and wrong romance with Logan, but in the book she called him Bart or Barry and how she became pregnant with her son. She would probably be the youngest person there since she published the book last year at 21 and most of her readers are old housewives or lonely women wanting an orgasm, but thanks to them she has a Best Seller so it works. Heels were a need on the list of things she had to wear, not that her publisher told her looking older would help, but it wouldn't hurt. It's not like women what a romance novel from a child so Louise changed her appearance, just a little. Louise was actually outed with her age and so her genius publisher told the world that teen romance was so in and Louise lived that love, which got her more fans, but she still couldn't look like a baby with a baby. She had to look adult like, just a little. So now she's basically the face of a successful teen mom and surprisingly her parents aren't fully hating the attention she's getting, because the restaurant is getting it too. When she told her parents about the little thing in her they weren't happy but the second Jackson was born their emotions changed.
Louise looked at herself in her full size mirror and smiled. She was a working mother with a beautiful son, well this is a good life. Louise was happy, and this trial was not her business. Jackson was safe and she wasn't going to get involved.
xXxXx
Rudy drove slowly with a sign that said baby on board on the outside of his car.
"Jackson?" Rudy looked at the rear view mirror looking at Jackson. The little boy was laughing and smiling for no reason at all. Rudy almost thought that Jackson wasn't Louise's kid, he didn't look anything like her, but Louise said Jackson looks just like his father, whoever that is. Rudy didn't want to know, because if he did he would have to kill the guy for leaving Louise with his kid.
Jackson has never even heard of his father and Louise wasn't planning on talking about it.
"So um… is your mother seeing anyone, like a man?" Rudy awkwardly asked.
Jackson smiled.
"No!" Jackson laughed.
"You sure?"
"No!" he kept laughing.
"No what?"
"No!"
"Ok so is that the only word you know?"
"No!" Jackson couldn't stop laughing.
"Ok then, does your mother have a boyfriend?"
"Mommy!"
"O- Wow, you didn't say no that's am-"
"No!" Jackson interrupted.
"Ok I get it."
A black minivan cut in front of Rudy, almost making Rudy crash the car. He quickly hit the brake.
"Fuck!" he yelled. Rudy rolled down his window. "There's a fucking baby on board!" He shouted. "Fucking bastard!"
"Bastard!" Jackson repeated.
"No!" Rudy turned back to Jackson. "Don't say that!"
"Bastard!" Jackson laughed.
"Shit!"
"Shit Bastard!"
"Jackson stop!" Rudy hissed.
"Bastard stop!" Jackson point to Rudy.
"I'm not a bastard!"
"Bastard!"
"Ok fine I'm a bastard!"
"No! I'm a bastard!"
Rudy sighed.
"Just don't tell your mother!" He went back to driving and all the way to the preschool was Jackson screaming Mommy and bastard.
xXxXx
"I'm Jessica Parker and I have the latest on The Bush, Clarkson vs. People trial," Jessica introduced herself. "The trial is starting today charging Cynthia Bush and Charlotte Clarkson for the murder of Richard Bennett. Now it isn't believed of a deal being put into play right now-" Something caught her eye.
The Bennetts walking up the courthouse steps. Dewey, Daniel, Damon, Dodie, and Lionel.
Jessica rush over to them, calling Dodie's name.
"Hello? Can you speak to us for a second about the case?" Jessica asked as she reached her.
"Um I don't think that's a good idea..." Lionel started but Dodie spoke for herself.
"No, I want to. Yes?" Dodie said strongly, praying she would stay this strong during the questions.
"Do you think they killed your son?"
"Yes, I believe they did!"
"Do you think they will be convicted?"
"I pray that those women are!"
"Cynthia Bush used to be your friend," Jessica stated.
"And that hurts so much more!"
"Did you hear of Cynthia's husband and son dying on the Seaic?"
"I did and I still feel horrible for her about that, but I lost my son before the boat sank," Dodie's throat began to tighten and tears started.
Jessica noticed and stopped the questioning.
"Thank you." She backed up and let the family walk inside to take their seats.
Inside the room was filling up quickly, strangers were walking in wanting to hear about what was happening.
The Bennett family sat in the front row on the left side behind the plaintiff or the people's table. On the other side was the Clarkson family and their friends, but they were really only there for Charlotte.
Cynthia lost her family and all her friends when she was charged for the murder of Dodie's son. The only person she still had was Charlotte and that's because Charlotte was still blind by her love for Logan that she stuck with Cynthia even knowing he didn't love her.
Charlotte was told by multiple family members to just blame Cynthia and she would get off scot free but thing is if she would to turn on Cynthia, whose from stopping Cynthia telling people about Charlotte's past and Cynthia knew, she knew everything about it. Charlotte told her that she would never do that and Cynthia told her that she would never tell her secret, guess one of them was lying.
The trial was beginning, two officers of the law brought Cynthia and Charlotte in and sat them down at the defendant's table with their two different lawyers.
The People brought upon an African American male lawyer named Chace Franklin Kennedy, one of the best lawyers in New Jersey.
Everyone stood when Judge Bishop, a small old man who was about eighty and had been doing this job for forty years. He sat and everyone else followed.
Most of the trial was the lawyers saying that the video was the only good evidence and that it didn't prove anything but while searching for other lost souls they found Dicky's body, chopped up into little pieces and the gun Cynthia used. The evidence was piling up and the lawyers were shutting their mouths.
Cynthia just daydreamed and ignored what was happening, her lawyer would handle it. He had been the family lawyer for years and if he could scare Tom out of a divorce, he could save Cynthia from prison.
Charlotte cried half the time, but the judge said if she kept interrupting he would kick her out so she muted her crying, but Cynthia could still hear them and to be honest they were annoying her.
It was only until Cynthia's name was called four times was she pulled back to reality. Today was her day to testify.
"Are you ready?" The Judge asked her.
Cynthia stood and walked, hopefully the past one and half hours won't be questioned.
She sat down in the witness seat.
First her lawyer came and just asked questions about how she was feeling about the death of her loved ones, she said fine then he started asking about how well she knew Dicky, she said she was friends with his mother that's all. Then if she killed Dicky and she said no. He finished and came the Mr. Kennedy, his questions were boring as well and she lied through half but wasn't even fully pay attention. After him for some reason her lawyer asked to redirect which the judge agreed to.
"Tell me about your relationship with Charlotte Clarkson!" he told her.
"Well," Cynthia began. "She was marrying my son, we're still close, I love her like a daughter, what else?"
"So you love her like a daughter, did you know your son was going to leave her?"
Charlotte twisted a little in her seat.
"I did" Cynthia answered.
"So you stayed close with her knowing this?"
"I did."
"Even though your son was done with her?"
"Yes, I know it may seem weird but I think he was going to make a mistake."
"Why do you think that?" he asked walking over to the jury.
"Well they loved each other and I knew with the baby coming he would realize-" Her lawyer cut her off.
"Baby?"
Charlotte felt the room's eyes on her, but she kept her head down.
The room filled with whispers and gasping.
"Yes, my grandchild," Cynthia smiled. "She told me a few weeks before the cruise and she was just waiting for the right time to tell everyone. I guess now is the best Charlotte" She looked to her, but Charlotte didn't look back. "She wasn't even sure about keeping the baby, but we talked and she decided to have it so my family could live on."
"Why would she not keep the child?"
"Well I think it was because of a few years ago Charlotte was pregnant and the father didn't want the kid so maybe since Logan was going to leave her she felt that she should lose this one as well."
Everyone was confusion, except Charlotte, she was just shocked.
"What?" her lawyer asked.
"Charlotte had a romantic relationship with Gregory Curtis about 11 years ago," Cynthia answered.
Now people was yelling and screaming their reactions.
"Order! Order in court!" Judge Bishop yelled but no one got any quieter.
Charlotte froze staring at the floor, she had no reaction to what just happened.
It was clear the judge couldn't control the court so he scream "We'll pick this back up tomorrow!"
It was after that when the judge was escorted out and so was Cynthia and Charlotte.
The room slowly cleared as their questions went unanswered.
Dodie was so mad she wanted to scream. Cynthia turned her son's trial into a secret spill which wasn't right for anyone.
At night all the secrets were shown on the 9 o'clock news with Jessica Parker.
Louise watched it with Jackson as she drunk a glass of red wine. She was really turning into her mother every day.
xXxXx
It was a good thing to keep Cynthia and Charlotte in different cells, because Charlotte wanted to kill Cynthia for that. All the rest of day she was getting visits from her family asking her about it and even strangers wanting to know.
The next hour for Charlotte was just her thoughts yelling and screaming in her head. The most current thought was to just stop everything. Then it was like Charlotte walked out of her body and she just stared at herself from outside her body. She walked out of her cell with herself following behind. She walked down the hall, passing Cynthia without even noticing her. She walked down to the bathrooms to the showers. Charlotte grabbed her toothbrush with a sharpen end that she did to protect herself inside, turned on the shower still in her jumpsuit and watched the water. She was back outside herself watching herself. Charlotte grabbed her wrist and dug into it with the end of the toothbrush. Roughly cutting her wrist as she watched her on reaction. She did it to both wrist and watched herself double to her knees and bleed. She did it, she stopped herself, stopped everything.
xXxXx
Louise woke up early to watch the news with Jackson playing with his blocks on the carpet.
The news about Charlotte's did shock her, it may have been her fault.
Suddenly the doorbell rang. It wasn't a school day for Jackson so Rudy wouldn't be coming over and it was a little early for a guest.
Louise walked over to the door and opened it. Who was at the door was a bigger surprised than what was on the news.
"Cynthia?" Louise asked in disbelief.
"Hello, Louise- this was on your porch." Cynthia handed her a small square package.
"What do you want?" Louise burst out.
"Well hi to you to, I didn't come here to start anything with you I just- we haven't seen each other is four years!"
"Yeah and I was hoping it would be never again but things happen," Louise snapped.
Cynthia just kept smiling.
"Now I think I know why Logan liked you so much, you're kind of like me," Cynthia chuckled.
"I am nothing like you!" Louise raised her voice.
Jackson came to view behind Louise.
Cynthia spilled in pass Louise and ran to Jackson scooping him in her arms.
"Hey!" Louise yelled. She pulled Jackson out of her arms and into hers. "Don't you touch my son?"
"So he is yours?"
"Yes! And I don't want you around him so go!"
"I knew it the second I saw!" Cynthia cheered.
"What? What did you know?"
"That he was my grandson of course!"
"I don't know what you're talking about!" Louise defended.
"Oh a mother knows, he looks just like Logan, Those eyes, smile, if you saw a baby picture of Logan you would think they were twins!"
"Get out!"
"Louise?"
"Get the hell out of my house!"
"No! That is my grandson! My son is dead and this is his son!"
"That isn't my business, he is my son and this is my house and you are not welcome so leave!"
"Louise..." Cynthia sighed. "I'm not trying to hurt you or him." She looked to Jackson. "I know you know about the trial and Charlotte, the news is all over it! I have hurt so many people including you, I lost everything, this little boy is all I have and I know that I was a horrible mother to Logan and I just want to do right by this one! I'm not asking for a lot here!"
"You actually are, you know why I didn't tell anyone who Jackson's dad was because of this, because of this trial this shit! Cynthia! I didn't need my son to be involved!"
"I know and he won't! I'm going to get away with Louise and I'll be sent to prison for this, all on me now that Charlotte's dead! And I'm tired off all this I'm confessing to it all, but I need to know my grandson he is all that's left in my life! Please I'm begging you just let me know him, Jackson? Let me know him!"
Louise gave a sigh. She didn't need to think. This was the most vulnerable Cynthia she's ever seen.
"Ok," Louise said barely audible.
"Really?" Cynthia heard her.
"Ok," Louise took a deep breath. "We can work something out, when you in jail I can two visits a month?"
"Yes! That's amazing!"
"Ok, Jackson?" She looked to her son. "This is…"
"Can he call me Gangie? It's what I called my grandmother."
"Um- I guess. This is Gan-gie."
Jackson smiled to Cynthia.
"What's his last name?" Cynthia asked.
"Belcher, he's keeping my last name. Jackson Barry Belcher," Louise smiled to her son.
"You gave him Logan's middle name?"
"I guess I liked it that much."
"I love it! Hi Jack," Cynthia smiled.
Louise slowly handed Jackson to her.
Cynthia spent an hour there playing with Jackson in the backyard, chasing him around as Louise drunk some tea and watched the news reporting on nothing but the trial.
Louise remembered the package and decided to open it. She grabbed a knife and cut it open. Inside was the diamond necklace that Logan gave Charlotte and on the inside was Charlotte's signature. She pulled the necklace out and smiled. Now Jackson Barry Belcher Bush wasn't sounding impossible.
Maybe.
xXxXx
End of Sinking Hearts
a/n: Ahhhh! The ending wooo! Sunday Monday just a few hours, but good things I think my ending was surprising, I was surprised I thought of this. Good thing that I finished this so now I don't have to sum up what happens in the next few years because it's over done dead gone! I know I'm happy! So next important topic…. If I'll write another Louigan story and I have good news and bad. The bad is I won't be writing fanfiction over the summer, I won't, Fanfiction for me is hobby, I super fun hobby and actual writing is something I want to do in my life so this summer I'll be writing my own story. Good news is I think I'll do my writing in the summer and Fanfiction in half the school year. So this is my last fanfiction until maybe November or December and I've also thought that I'll do two fanfictions in that half school year time period. Like this I did Sinking Hearts and I'd Give Everything for This so my next two are unknown well I have some idea. But I guess this is a see you in the fall, because I won't be on. Maybe not even to read fanfiction. So thank you guys for the fun and the comments I love them so much! I hope you guys enjoy your summer! :)
-Harmony