Dear Mom

I don't really know how to tell you this, but I'm selling myself for candy. I think I realized it when I changed my underwear in your car and I saw you carve your initials into the Montreal Canadian's goalie. I'm sure you're frostbitten enough to understand how awful you are. I'm returning your toe ring to you, but I'll keep your collection of butterflies as a memory. You should also know that I told my psychiatrist about the bruises and you ruined my attempts at another world war.

Your everlasting enemy,
Shaun

Just for Ninja-Rosette's thing. I have never done this before, and I don't know enough people on here to tag.

In the mean time, I am working on the next chapter of Fall D.Ark Tyrant and I want to know what my readers think thus far, at least those who have read it.

And I was wrong about work experience! That was a very fun experience, and Tara was very amiable and easy to talk to. I think I might like going there again.