I JUS WANTED TO LET YOU GUYS KNOW! Sorry for not updating for two months -_-' Just for that, I'll give you all ten free doughnuts!
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SO FAR the choices 4 and 5 have been picked most, so I'm going to start going that way.
However, I f you want it to go in a different direction, feel free to continue voting. I will be going a certain way each time I count up the votes depending on what they look like.
IF YOU WANT to, you can vote each chapter to be sure you get your way.
REMEMBER the choices are on chapter 7
In the mean time, i'll be trying my best to get these chapters up as fast as possible.
P.S. If you have an idea that's not listed, feel free to PM me want you think and I shall add it to the list.

When I woke, I had no idea how much more time had passed. The nurse that had caught me was standing at the door, glaring. . . I guess I was a big inconveiniance for her.

"You leaving today," She spat, "In a few hours. We just need to wait for that donated blood to finish being pumpped inside you."

I just stared back at her blankly, not saying anything. She rolled her eyes at me and left.

The long hours of quiet-and-alone time I recieved after that gave me a nice relaxing atmosphere to think about things. . . Mainly about my strange shift of emotions that I've been having.

I thought it was unnerving, how I could be acting one way for a time and change dramatically in just mere minutes. Just like the day I was put into this hospital; while I was alone with my dad, I was submissive, but when I was with the doctor, I was hateful. And how about this moring when Johnny stormed out? At first, I was broken hearted, but then I was just pissed. I had no idea what was going on with me. Maybe it was GLaDOS messing with my mind? I still don't know.

When the time for me to leave came quickly, they practically threw me outta there. Instead of leaving right away, I sat down on the curb of the drop area. What was today? Thursday? Tomorrow's the rumble then. I guess I better get my gang together. . . Oh wait, I made Curly the leader didn't I?. . . Well, He probubly didn't even try ta take charge, so I guess i'm still leader. 'Sides, they don't like Curly, so they wouldn't listen to him anyway.

I was broken from my thoughts when I head a car horn going off. I look up and see that my father was the one honking his horn. He took his hand off when he noticed me looking at him.

"Get in, boy," He sais in an overly-friendly matter, "I got some catchin' up to do with you." I just continued sittinge there, staring at him with tired eyes. Then he continues with, "Do I have ta get outta this car?"

I sighed and hauled myself into the passanger seat.

We drove in silence. I knew he wasn't taking me home, but I was too scared to care. I knew what we were gonna do wen we got to wherever we were going, but once again, I was too scared to care. I didn't know what he was gonna do to me after we did that, but. . . I preferred not to bump heads with him.

After ten minutes of driving, we pull up to some small, run down looking apartment. . . Okay, maybe I didn't know where we were going. But. . . by the looks of it, i'd say we had just showed up at a crack house. That thought made my heart race.

I don't wanna be here. I-I can't be here! I need to get outta here! Okay, I know I smoked weed earlier, but that's all in the past, okay! No more, I promise!

I was about to turn around and make a run for it, but then he grabbed me roughly by my forearm and pressed my back onto his chest. I was shaking wildly. I was realy tiny compared to my Dad, so if you had seen us, you'd think he was holding onto a small child, especially since I'd barely been eating for two months.

He was breathing heavily on the back of my neck, making me feel like I was naked and he was about to do that again. "Too late ta run, boy," He whispers groughly into my ear, "I got some unfinished business with these assholes, meaning I owe them a lil money. Since I ain't got no money, I'm gonna need a lil somethin' ta make up for it." He slowly licks me from the bottum of my neck to the inside of my ear, making me shiver. "They told me. . . they could always use a test subject fer their new products. . . Or. . ." One of his hands traveled down my body and found their way into my pants. "They could use someone with a lil. . . experience."

He let out a low meniaal laugh.

BTW I don't have Beiber Fever. . . ('-')