Alright: Where we left off:
BOOM! Flash of light, explosion noise, and-oh-buck-am-I-in-trouble.
"ZEANNAH MI AMORE CADENZA! WHAT THE NETHER ARE YOU DOING?!"
Welp.
And now: The exciting conclusion!
~O~
We freeze in mortal terror at the voice. My head whips around to see: None other than Notch, my father. Oh, fuuuuuuuudge.
"You!" He grabs Daniel by his arm and pulls him up to meet my dad's eye. "Who are you?! What were you doing to my daughter?!"
"You-your daughter?!" Daniel looks frantically at me, then back at my dad, then back to me, and finally back to my dad.
"Yes, my daughter, you incredulous, idiotic, slime-brain!" Man, was he losing it. "Now what were you doing to her, answer, or so help me I will send you to the void-"
Another flash, another explosion, and-mother-of-Notch.
It's Herobrine.
"Get away from my son, you treacherous, two-faced creeper of a brother!" The man with the glowing, unblinking eyes demands to my dad as he drags the boy away from him.
"WHAT?!" Seems to escape my mouth. Then the pieces fit together in my brain.
I just kissed my cousin.
The thought makes me gag, thankfully, everyone was too involved in the scene the two fathers were making, and no one noticed.
HOLD IT! Hold it right there, everyone!
Zoea: What? Did we do something wrong? Was our acting too over-the-top?
Flare: No, it was perfect. It's just, ugh, take five everyone.
As people file out, Zoea and Daniel stop near Flare to figure out what was going on.
Daniel: Woah, Narrator over there knows our thoughts! Creepy.
Zoea: Anyways, what's wrong girl? You always love our acting.
Flare: It's just, you two know the story I got out yesterday, "Heed My Words"?
Daniel: Duh! We were in it.
Flare: Well, it's just, with the amount of hate and anger I've received from it, I'm just unsure whether or not to continue my life on Fanfiction.
Both: WHAT?!
Flare: Yeah, guys. If no one likes me anymore after I make the mistake of going through with something I understood little about, why should I continue? It would be better for the Fanfiction world if I were no longer a part of it.
Zoea: But-but what about us?! Are-are we…?
Flare: Yeah, if I don't get some positive feedback, everyone's getting laid off.
Daniel: But-but I have a wife and children!
Flare: Yeah, sure ya do. You're 16.
Zoea: Are-are you really going to quit your career as an author because of a mistake?
Flare: Not because of the mistake I made, but the reaction everyone gave me.
I'm sorry guys. But if I'm not wanted on here because of that stupid, "Heed My Words" thing, than you guys just destroyed one of the few lifelines a young girl held onto desperately in order to escape a world full of bullying, loner-ship, and a disease that has no cure.
Goodbye.