I hunched close to the laptop screen, tapping my finger against the flat expanse of plastic on the bottom-left corner of the device as I tried to think of something to type. Stupid sister had left all this to me, and I had absolutely no idea what to say.
Hi readers, I started.
Great. I suck at letters. I still had to keep going on this though. If I didn't, I'd lost any momentum I'd had, and I rely on momentum a lot.
This is Ryn here, y'know, Lucy's sister? She asked me to write this because she has "too much homework." Guess what? She's drawing in her maths book.
Lucy just wanted to let you guys know that she's putting this story on a little hiatus because of her workload. She's just had her exams and she's waiting until the school holidays to post a quick flurry of chapters, because unlike last time, she doesn't have music to study for as well. So. Yeah.
…I was stuck. Lucy wasn't of much help. She was still drawing stick-men in her maths book.
She would ask me to write the chapters, but she and I have been majorly, majorly affected by the Writer's Block in terms of this story and we both have no idea how to continue it, not to mention that I've got an idea for a new story and stuff, and we both have to work on one of our other stories anyway.
And nobody would think of asking our big brother Ethan to write anything. He was the inspiration for Ethan Glade in this story, and Ethan has about the writing (and drawing) skill of a hungry goldfish.
…I own goldfish and I know what they think about when they're hungry- FOOD. Not to mention they're illiterate and stupid (but cute.)
I realised that I'd be pretty much the only person laughing at this, but I didn't want to delete it either. Hence the sentence below:
Now that you've finished facepalming after reading my 'funny' couple of paragraphs- I have the sense of humour of a hungry goldfish (maybe Ethan and I are both really goldfishes)- I'd like to conclude this by saying sorry, and that FaFM will be updated in a few week's time.
-Ryn
I poked my sister in the shoulder and asked her to read my work. She shrugged after a few seconds. "Upload it," she droned.
So I uploaded it.