F R E A K S

by TurTle2001

I, son of the boogieman, just want to flip a big, fat bird out to the Man in the Moon. Do you really hate me that much? I mean, you could of put laxatives in my drink, or even give me an chorizo burrito that would have sent me to the toilet for two hours. Why did you have to force me to work with my old enemy, daughter of Frost, to save the world? (Involves some Jelsa, mostly OCs)

3. UPDATE

Alright, I seriously owe you guys an apology.

I promised that that I would update every Friday but HOLY CRAP! I haven't updated in a month. I'm currently a junior in a bunch of AP classes (and AP testing is hell) and I have failed to update this story. SHAME ON ME!

Tomorrow I have an AP US History test, so I won't update today. However, I will update by the end of tomorrow. I have a chapter somewhat written up that needs some touches, and it's a LONG one too. It might be a little crappy, but I really don't want to keep y'all waiting (if you're actually interested in this story.)

So ye, that's what's goin on. Again, I'm sorry for not updating. Yet, thanks for reading this!