!THE FOLLOWING A.N. IS IMPORTANT, THE AUTHOR ASKS YOU TO READ THIS!
Author's Notes: Sorry That I've been EXTREMELY lazy for the past several months... well, now that it's finally here, read it, and persuade me on continuing the stories on leaving a review that is nice and/or can improve my story because if you don't, I will discontinue. Actually, no. That's a lie. I will not discontinue, but I am dead serious about these reviews! You know how it feels when you write a chapter and don't receive any reviews and if you don't create stories, then I will tell you how it feels. It feels like you enter in a report to your teacher and your teacher didn't even bother to look at it and she told you to redo the whole thing by tomorrow or else you will fail class, so please, show others your sympathy and be a role model on by showing that you will devote about a minute of your life writing at least a simple sentence or something about the story. I'm not asking you to review every chapter, just asking you to step up if nobody is willing to 'cuz remember this, we all write these stories for one reason -attention- and that is why I sit my lazy butt down and show off my ideas, that is what keeps me making these fanfics, so enough of that.
2: How Bad Life Can Scar You
~"Where am I?" Tommy asked, he stared back and forth only to find himself in a dim-lit classroom. He heard a sinister chuckle.
"Heh heh, your only home, home sweet home," the sinister voice beared; Tommy crept backwards bur then stumbled and fell, "Aww, what's the matter, scared of a little darkness?" the dim lights blacked out.
Tommy curled up, "W-what do you want from me?" he started to hesitate.
"Who? Me? Nothing really, I just wanted to know you a little bit better," the sinister voice chuckled. "Here, let me introduce you to my pals, blood dipped pencil, and burly knuckles." A large sharpened pencil and a giant white gloved hand appeared, "let's play a game, it's called "say uncle endless". Here are the rules, we will both try to make the opposing player say the word "uncle", we can do what ever we want to each other in order for the other person to say uncle, but here are the bonus rules. No matter how many times you say uncle, the game will not end." Tommy stared at the hand and pencil with a paralysed expression and didn't dare move a muscle. He thought his heart was going to beat out of his chest as he thought to himself, "this is the end..." "3..." Tommy closed his eyes shut, "2..." Tommy guarded his face with his arms, "1..." Tommy started to make frightened whimpers, "maybe next time you'll have better luck." As the seconds ticked by, Tommy's eyes remained shut. ~
Moments later,he felt a bit more relaxed, with his eyelids unprying his sense of sight,his arms at his sides, and he was lying down. His eyes adjusted to the scene. He then realized that he was in his bed physically unharmed by the episode. He got up, feeling a sharp pain on his leg. He then remembered the injury on his leg. Tommy rubbed the bandage that his mom put on to cover his wound. He cautiously walked to the kitchen saying to himself over and over, "it was just a bad dream, it was just a bad dream." He took out a cup and filled it with water, drinking it slowly. Suddenly, his mind flashed as he remembered the dream. Tommy started to drown a little and coughed out the water from his lungs. He breathed a little less calmer and felt his body tingle. Tommy felt a presence near by, even though he was the only one in the kitchen. He left after he thought that someone was near by. On the way to his room, he heard a strange voice.
"Your issues are not permanent, all of your issues will be resolved soon-oon-oon..." the voice faded out. Tommy just walked faster and concluded that he was hearing things. He entered his room and laid in his bed.
"Why me?" he asked, "why was I the one to stuck with this life? I can hear a voice respond, 'nothing personal, just that your name came up on the list.' I ask myself if there will be an end, but I don't seem to get a response, the same way every other person reacts when I try to start a conversation." An alarm interrupted Tommy's self conversation. Tommy slammed his alarm clock and he sighed, "I hope I get my response today."
Author's Notes: If you read the first Author's Notes, (and if you didn't, I was expecting you) Then you heard a lot about me talking about reviews. One last bit about those who were wondering, if your review says only about me complaining about reviews, I will not be satisfied and therefor, be discouraged. When I wrote this, I made a rough draft on paper. I worked on it in my room when I couldn't use the computer, I worked on it in school, heck, I'll even admit I worked on this in the restroom just to show how much I want to prove myself to you guys on how much I love my work and my fans. One more thing, from now until the next chapter, I will be holding a poll about this story, so if you'd like to vote, be my guest, and sorry that the Author's Notes were longer than the chapter, I just really wanted to get something off my back, so until then, I'll see you in the next chapter!