Denise plucked her guitar strings with her plectrum. The notes fluid; the melody entrancing. The strumming continued a steady beat until she changed the rhythm and jumped onto a different note. She needed to be her best for the concert at the mall tomorrow. It was a surprise that she managed to sign her band up at the last minute. Her friends left her house two hours ago, but Denise continued practicing. Now she was sitting in her empty garage alone. The drums were still here, which was alright with her. Disassembling them was a tiring chore, so it was better to keep them here.
The redhead pulled out the remote that controlled the garage doo
As you may know, we have one week of August left, and after that September, and I'll be taking my month-long leave of absence. You all remember me taking one last year, and so, I'm doing it again this year.
I wish I had more time to do some art that I wish I could do or have more time with, but life and procrastination takes over and, you know how that goes. Well, I'll try to post some stuff before August ends, and maybe I'll post stuff after September ends. I've been thinking about, and maybe I'll return early this year. Last year, I was gone for the whole month, maybe this time I'll come be gone for three weeks, and return on the last week
My mother's finally home. She got released an hour ago. :aww: She's better, she went through the blood tests, and a head scan. She's going to get her new pills tomorrow.
It's a relief to have her home. Now I can rest easy. It's good to no longer have this weight on my shoulders.
So, um, I heard from my father that my mother's doing better. And...she was also supposed to be released from the hospital today. I haven't seen my mother in two days, and I'm worried that it might be something worse than just...forgetting things.
These past two days I've pretty much had to be the lady of the house. My grandmother's called me two times asking about my mom. She doesn't know about my mother's situation and my sister thinks it's best she doesn't know about this. So, against all my beliefs, I just lie to my grandmother to keep her from finding out. Until my mom's released from the hospital my grandmother's just going to be in t
Nothing is wrong, Gem. I just read your status update. I can't help but feel like this is my fault. I'm sorry for not responding right away, but...I get it. And it is okay to be upset. It is okay to leave. It is okay to hate, even when what you hate is what others like.
I... I know you don't want to hear it, especially now...but...maybe there will be a sequel or maybe Shane Acker is just saying that to keep us hoping. I actually do believe a 9 sequel will happen, but since there hasn't been any word, I don't know what to believe.
You feel betrayed, I know. What you want is what I don't know how to give. I wish I knew how to help you, but when it comes to this, I feel worse than I was before.