Author's Note

So...
Yeah, I'm gonna completely honest. I have no idea how to carry this story on further.

I'd thought it works in theory, but it sort of became more and more difficult to figure out how to move this story forward.

Which is why I'm unfortunately cancelling it...

I will eventually get back to writing on this site. And I do have a new story idea.

So yeah :D

Rookie Year: First Touch Draft; CANCELLED!

Entry #159

Wow, It is really weird touching this thing again after a month. I think I've actually started to become so distracted with this new school that I forgot about this. And Man I have to say, nothing that extraordinary happened at all this month. Well I mean not to be sound like a little shit or anything.

Well, I don't really know how I could begin. Well, I do but, I like to give off a mysterious, 'I don't know' type of intro. Anyway...

• I learned that this school has a bizarre history.
• Everyone has this weird "Decree" as this guy likes to put it, about new students.
• I think I've made friends so I'm not off to a bad start
• My Dad made me get a hair cut which sucks cause I like it long
• I still suck at math which isn't much of a surprise
• Annddd. I broke my guitar!

Okay so that last one isn't exactly a good thing but I am so bored! Seriously, I've played through every game imaginable and I don't have a job so it's not like I can buy a new one anytime soon. I tried watching TV which, I had no idea was even possible to do in this day and age. That Idea didn't last long however so I'm back at Square one.

Flash stopped. He'd basically run out of words again, a common problem that'd become more and more frequent. He groaned. Closing his journal and set it aside on his bed. "UGH, I'm so bored!"

He practically slid

"Man even after all this time, I still suck at this!"

He was home alone. His father was out at his workplace and he would not be back for a while. Along with that, he practically went through everything he had.

His homework was complete more or less. Whether or not he got anything right or wrong was the least of his concern because getting it done alone was all that mattered to him.

He'd gotten bored of Gaming after three hours. As there was only so much he could do with each game that was completed.

And well, his Guitar was done for. At least for now, he'd find a place to repair it but he'd be sure that his whole allowance would be vacated for it.

So here he was, lying in bed bored out of his mind. Letting out a long sigh. "Well, at least I don't listen to the couple upstairs arguing all the time..."
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