I realise that this is very long and that some of you guys might not want to read it all to I've put the main parts in bold.

I am a horrible, horrible, horrible, horrible, horrible, horrible, horrible, horrible, horrible, horrible...you get the picture... person.

I started writing this story when I was thirteen - I was completely obsessed with NCIS at this time, go figure - and I can quite honestly say that some of these chapters are word vomit. I never did update because I was going to write a scene where Tony and Ziva kiss (that's for everyone who still wants to know how this would have ended) and then live happily ever after blah, blah, blah, but (this is where you can all laugh) I had never even been on a date let alone kissed a boy- unless kissing someone as a five year old at a wedding counts... - and I didn't want to write a cliché with it all being like fireworks going off and stuff because honestly I don't get that, I mean fireworks are just gun-powder exploding or burning or something (I'm going to look that up later...) so wouldn't that be kinda painful...yeah so that's my naive reality check.

Look, anyway what I'm trying to say is; when I wrote this I had a very protected view of the world - if that makes any sense, my older sister describes it as the innocence of childhood and I guess that makes more sense - but now I've grown up, mentally at least I'm still really short, my view of the world has changed and I know that it's not bitter sweet and lots of things can go wrong in a very short space of time and it can be really hard to cope with it all, that's what I have definitely learnt over the years. My point out of all this is that I can't continue this story the way it was; it's too far from reality, half the responses are unrealistic, Rebecca talks to grown up for her age - which really irks me as she was a reflection of myself (or a manifestation of myself...I'm not really sure how to express it), and in that time of my life I was trying to be perfect and what everyone expected of me which means that I never was myself and it really bothers me that I did that to myself.

Anyway I'm dawdling here, sorry, I'm determined to finish this story but the only way I can do this is if I start again and hopefully it's going to be so much better... no "the eyes that I love" nonsense (unless it is really called for and the situation is less 'sappy') or entire song lyrics which waste space because you guys really don't want to read them. I am super busy at the moment (supposed to be revising for my year 10 exams) which is never fun, so I'm going to use this story as a base…don't know how much will be based on this, but I've written a bit and I'm really happy with how it's going but whether it's any good or not is up to you. I'm going to post the link to the story or something when I upload it, and I really hope you read it.

I really did not intend for it to be this long, and if you have read it all I implore you to eat a virtual cookie, thank you to everyone who reviewed this story thirteen year old me was very happy and ran around the house telling everyone and jumping for joy (I will still probably do this) and then somehow pushed herself to write two chapters (however bad) a day (it was the Christmas holidays).

So once again thank you to anybody reading this,

Yours sincerely,

Isobel ;)

If anybody actually wants to know how exactly this story would have ended leave a review and I'll let you know.

Oh if it's not too much to ask I would like to know if any of you guys are actually interested my this new story...if not oh well I'm still going to do it!

P.S: I just saw the new review box...it's so different! Kinda weird in a cool way...