Yo guys! What's up?!? Long time no see. This is Kopi. BTW, I'm posting this all by myself without the prior consent of my two fellow admins.

I don't think they'd disapprove. But then again, you never know.

First off, I've got an announcement of sorts. I want to get this out of the way, in case you're the type of person who doesn't like reading through a bunch of stuff to get to the information. Dirtpeople has stagnated for a while, as a result of all its admins being busy. However, I'd like you to know that we have been diligently working on BMS, and we hope to have it back on track soon.

Here's the announcement:

We would like you to give us suggestions for people to interview, whether they be real or not, fictional or fact, on Wattpad or not; any person you want us to interview, we'll interview, and do our best to post it quickly.

Comment on this chapter of the book if you ever have suggestions for anything, whether it be people to interview, contests to do, whatever you want to suggest, go ahead and do so.

Now that that's over, I have taken the liberty of writing a short, and hopefully humorous story for you to enjoy while you wait on us (Sorry!!) to update both BMS and AA.

The cool breeze swept over her face, waking her from a deep sleep. It tasted slightly of salt, and she wondered carelessly if she was on a beach. Rising to her feet, she discovered that indeed she was, feet sinking into deep drifts of sand. She smiled, like a broad yellow banana, and then started racing through the sand, joy evident in her actions. At least, she tried to run, but her actions were more like that of a penguin waddling around then that of a cheetah bounding free over the plains.

After struggling a few more moments, she sank to her knees, relishing the feel of the soft breeze through her hair. At least, she relished it, until she realized it was the result of a seagull whooshing over her head, dropping bombs as it went. She didn't know quite why it was targeting her, but she didn't intend to stay there to let it cover her in the stuff.

She jumped to her feet, a spray of sand billowing out. She ran right into it, like one of those silly little creatures that keep running at danger, no matter what you tell them. Screeching wildly, she waved her hands, and kept running, hoping to distance herself from the bird.

Okay, you know what, this isn't humorous, it's just sad. I think I'm done. Sorry!

Bye guys! ~~Kopi