M I T C H I E

The alarm clock blaring in my ear quickly brought me out of the deep sleep I was in, and I groggily reached over and shut it off before any of the others in the cabin woke up. It wouldn't be so bad if it were Aubrey that woke up, but if it were Heather or any of the others I'd definitely be in trouble.

Not that I want to lie to them, I really don't. I want people to like me for me, not because my mother is a famous chef or whatever the hell it was that Aubrey told them. Normally I would have drawn the line with Aubrey telling people lies about my life because sooner or later they always find out. This time, since it's just for the summer I say the hell with it, as it's only the summer and it's not like I'm going to see any of these people again. Let alone, care about them that much.

Besides, there's no point in arguing with Aubrey about this or not because she wins. She always does and if there's that short chance she won't then she'll never let this go and I don't want something like this ruining our friendship.

Finally getting out of bed, I quickly changed into some of the clothes Aubrey had forced me to pack before beginning to make my way out of the cabin. I winced when I bumped into Alex's bed on accident, causing her to move the sleeping mask and look at me in confusion. "Mitchie? What are you doing?" She asked, beginning to wipe the tiredness from her eyes.

I stumbled over my words for a moment, and I leaned over the side of her bed. "You're dreaming, you're a-" I stopped, looking around for a moment. "Rock princess."

"Okay, yeah." She stopped, beginning to put the mask back on. "I rock!" I tried my best to not laugh at the choice of words, letting out a sigh of relief once she fell right back asleep. I grabbed my apron and hat and walked out of the cabin, making sure to be extra quiet and careful until I got off of the front steps.

The moment I did I began to rush toward the kitchen, shoving my hat and apron on as I went. I'm glad that nobody is up at this hour, as they're waiting to sleep in as late as they can before food and classes and even the activities come along. If anyone would have seen me heading to the kitchen in the worker's outfit I don't know what I would have done, as this is technically Aubrey's lie about my life and I'm not the best liar at all.

Which just makes this situation ten times worse.

"How was sleeping in Heather's cabin on the first night?" My mother asked with a smile. She's always been a morning person, somehow a trait I never gained. This means I must've gained my night owl tendencies from my father, whom I've never known.

Sometimes I wonder what hobbies, traits and such that I got from my father, along with my looks. There are obvious things I got from my mother and didn't get, although the ones I didn't get from her could easily have come from her mother or another person on that side.

But what about my shyness? My mother isn't shy at all, and from what I gathered she wasn't a goody-two-shoes in school at all. She cared about her grades, but not enough to the point where she only cared about them. She also supposedly had spent numerous times in detention, something I've never experienced. I think I'd have a heart attack if that happened to me, getting detention and all.

"Mitch," My mother said again, bringing me out of my thoughts since I hadn't answered her question from before.

"Right, yeah, it was good. What do you need me to do?" I asked, wiping my hands on the apron after washing them. She immediately gave me small chores to do, and I helped her as quickly and neatly as I could, listening to her babble about her first night at camp.

Every once in awhile I would mutter a reply, or answer her question depending on what she asked. I told her about how Aubrey has us following Heather around, skipping the part where she told a complete and utter lie. I don't know what my mother would think of it, and although part of me thinks she wouldn't care because I'm making friends- another part of me knows she'll be disappointed I let Aubrey tell a lie like that, and she might even think that I'm embarrassed of her and what she actually does.

That's not true at all, I just don't want to fight with Aubrey as her father is technically the reason I even got into this camp at all, and I love Aubrey too much to ruin this friendship with her. I then continued on to tell her about how Heather had the idea of going canoeing, and we ended up meeting three boys to make our uneven number, even. She immediately asked who I got paired up with, and I told her about Jonah and how quiet and reserved he was, but once we got into the canoe and away from the others, he opened up more.

Jonah is nice, cute, and funny. He wasn't lying when he said he could make me feel better about being in a bathing suit when I noticed his blonde friend kept staring, and he wasn't lying when he sat and made me actually want to be there. He'd be a great friend to have, and we're actually planning on hanging out today during one of the free times too. So maybe I can care about one person, unlike what I had been thinking earlier. But just Jonah, as he's a lot like me in ways I can't begin to explain.

After a while, it was finally time for me to finish up the last thing in the kitchen and go meet the others in the food hall, and I quietly sneaked out of the back door before going around the food hall, walking in as if I'd just gotten there.

As I got in I immediately noticed two people I'd barely talked to since we got here - Griffin and Phoebe.

"Phoebs, Griff, hey!" I immediately got their attention, and they both looked at me with small smiles. They had a tray in their hands, filled with my mom's food. Although, Griffin's tiny smile looked much more genuine than Phoebe's.

"Hey, there's plenty of room for you over here with us if you'd like," Griffin said, and my smile got bigger.

"You guys aren't mad at me or anything, right?" I asked, looking between the two of them.

"Mad? No. Upset and slightly disappointed? Yup." Phoebe popped the 'p'.

Griffin rolled his eyes. "Don't listen to her. She's angry at Aubrey, not you. You're not doing anything but letting one of your best friends play Barbie with you." He sent a smile, although I knew he had a slight edge to his words also.

"I'm not letting her play Barbie with me," I immediately shook my head, defending her. I wasn't doing that, was I? It never really seemed like it, I was just letting her make me more noticeable than before, I thought.

"Really?" Phoebe let out a sarcastic laugh. "That's funny, because she dyed your hair, changed your clothes and now is telling a giant lie about you to everyone at this camp! You don't lie, Mitchie. You're letting her make this fake ass life for you as if you despise the one you have now. And we all know you love your life the way it is."

"Shh, don't let anyone hear you, Phoebe." Griffin looked around, making sure nobody heard our conversation.

"Why? Don't want the world knowing the truth? Don't want everyone learning Mitchie is someone completely different than she is made out to be? She's a pushover, she doesn't like sticking up for herself and if she doesn't do it, then someone has to." Phoebe's words cut like knives. Part of it is true, I guess. I just never expected her to come out and say it like that.

"Whether those things are true or not it's still not your place to say those things. You have an issue with Aubrey, take it up with her. Don't take it out on Mitchie because she's letting Aubrey do what Aubrey wants." Griffin stuck up for me, his eyes narrowing at his younger sister. "Besides, Aubrey has always gotten what she wants, why is it different now?"

"Because she's actually changing our best friend, you don't become friends with someone to change them completely," Phoebe replied, her whispers harsh as she realized how loud she was being. "You become friends with someone because you like them the way they are already, and sure, you want to see them grow and flourish and become someone better, but not like this."

"Hey guys, you coming or not?" Christina broke us out of our conversation, causing the three of us to look over. I hadn't even realized the table that Griffin said there was room at was already occupied by her.

"Oh, you guys hang out with Christina still?" I asked, and Phoebe nodded.

"She actually likes people for who they are. Not what others want them to be," Phoebe harshly said as she finished her walk to the table.

"She's mad. At Aubrey." Griffin clarified, and I shook my head, knowing what he said was right, but also knowing that it wasn't just the raven-haired girl she was upset at.

"She's mad at me too. But thanks for sticking up for me, Griffin." I mumbled as we walked over to the table.

"Anytime, little Michelle." He smiled at me as he called me by one of his stupid nicknames he'd come up with, and I just shook my head with a laugh. He normally switches between calling me Mitchie and Michelle, but most of the time it was Michelle for some odd reason. I hadn't even realized up until now he'd called me Mitchie before, something I'm definitely not used to hearing too often.

We began small talk through the group, Phoebe was still showing her obvious dislike to how Aubrey is acting and such but made it seem like she wasn't as upset about it, and I just acted like nothing was wrong. I get that Phoebe is upset about what Aubrey's doing, but Griffin is right.

Aubrey does as Aubrey wants and nothing and nobody can really stop her.

"Mitchie," A voice said, and I turned to see Heather sitting with Aubrey, Alex and Sierra. "Over here." She added, her eyebrows raised as she saw I was talking to Christina. I glanced over at Aubrey, who just looked away and down at her food as she noticed I wasn't only talking to Christina herself, but also our two other best friends: Phoebe and Griffin.

Why is she acting as if she doesn't know the two? She has never done anything like this before and that's beginning to irritate me because I don't care about popularity so bad to the point where I'm going to ignore the friends I already have. Especially Christina, who I haven't known long but she's proved to be a good friend so far, even if it only has been a day or two.

"Better go," Christina spoke with a sigh. "The queen awaits." She stood up next to me, before finally looking away from Heather's table, and at me. "Your music- you any good?" She asked as if she didn't just tell me to leave two seconds ago.

"I don't know, uh, maybe, I guess?" I mumbled, feeling my face begin to heat up. "Kinda."

"She is, don't let her fool you." Phoebe rolled her eyes. It made me slightly happy that even though Phoebe is so pissed to the point where she's taking it out on me, she's still going to act like my music is good and compliment me the way she normally does. This gave me just a little bit of hope that she's not going to stop being my friend after all of this, even if she never really gave off that impression in the first place.

"She's right. I've heard little Michelle Teagarden sing so many times, it's like an angel singing to you." Griffin praised, smiling at me with a wink.

"Oh, stop it." I looked away before my face could get any redder.

"Anyways," Christina then turned me away from the other two. "Word of advice... You want to be friends with Heather Gray? Don't be."

Before I could stumble out a reply, Heather got our attention again. "Mitchie!" This was more urgent, more bossy, and more of a tone I didn't like at all. She bobbed her head, gesturing me toward their table.

"See you around, I guess," Christina mumbled as she sat back down at their table, starting a conversation with my friends, beginning to act as if I weren't really there anymore.

Letting out a frustrated sigh I finally listened to Heather, beginning to walk toward the table. I caught the table Jonah was sitting at, and he sent me a smile and nod and I waved before arriving at the table and sitting down next to Sierra, across from Heather.

"What happened to you this morning?" She questioned, her eyes narrowed slightly.

Mine widened, and I immediately looked at Aubrey who was already smiling. She was quick to come up with little white lies, and I stared at her as she replied to Heather, saying I like to go jogging and what not to get a flatter belly, and I suddenly felt my head begin to spin.

Is she really bringing my figure into this now?

Maybe Phoebe's right. Aubrey's tossing me left and right into little white lies, lies that will possibly ruin me later on. Aubrey's good at coming up with lie after lie, and making it believable to the point where she never lets up. It's always believed, something I've never been good at. As I stared at her and she continued to talk about my life as if I wasn't even there, I began to feel my heartbeat quicken. She is changing me. Changing my clothes, my hair, my life. She's coming up with this massive lie that's going to hurt me in the long run and we all know it.

She's hurting not only me, but Phoebe and Griffin also. Although Griffin was sticking up for me to his little sister I could still see the pain in his eyes as he mentioned her name, as Phoebe said those things. I've never been too close with Griffin, but we're close enough to the point where I can see why he'd be bothered by it.

Maybe if I talk to someone - someone who's not in the situation like my three best friends and someone who won't be biased, maybe I can get enough advice to decide whether I should continue to let Aubrey do what she wants or if I should stop where things are right now and enjoy my summer as myself, not some Barbie girl thing that Aubrey's turning me into.

It might sound like a dumb decision, but I genuinely don't know what to do. Of course, I don't want people liking me because of the things Aubrey's saying about me, but I don't want to lose Aubrey. Sure, she's a handful at times but she's my best friend and I don't want to lose her over something like this, no matter how dumb.

"I just remembered, I was supposed to meet up with Jonah today," I partially lied. We weren't supposed to meet until later, but what they don't know won't hurt them.

I mean besides, Aubrey's lying about my entire life and getting away with it, the least of their worries is me lying about meeting up with some boy.

"Ooh, the boy from canoeing? He was totally making heart eyes at you!" Alex exclaimed, a giant smile on her face.

"He looked bored with you yesterday, Mitchie, are you sure he's into you?" Heather asked. "Besides, the blonde one was gawking at you the entire time, he bored me because of it. Kind of wish I chose him instead of the blonde." It was weird she was saying Jonah wasn't interested in me, he's the one that admitted to me that he only said yes to canoeing because he wanted to get to know me, meaning what Heather was saying was purely to get to me.

"We agreed to meet up, and besides, he admitted he only wanted to hang out because of me, proving that he isn't bored with me." I stood up, grabbing a piece of toast and walking off before they could say anything else.

Walking over to Jonah's table, I tapped him on the shoulder with my free hand as I finished my piece of toast with the other. I glanced at the others around him, and Heather was right - the blonde boy was staring at me just as I caught him doing multiple times the day before.

"Oh, hey Mitchie!" Jonah exclaimed happily, as if he weren't expecting me. "What's up?"

"I was thinking we could talk a little before classes for the day start since we'll have activities afterward, I don't know." I suddenly realized I wasn't as confident as I thought. Aubrey doing what she was made me seem confident, and now that I'm not near her to come up with lies or anything like that I'm right back to hiding in my shell, being the insecure, frightened girl I've always been since I can ever remember.

"Yeah, of course." He immediately stood up, pushing his tray under the boy with red hair - Ethan's -  tray. "Everything okay?" He asked, and it was at that moment I realized that it wasn't.

Things aren't okay no matter how much I want them to be. I want to act like I'm happy, that everything I'm letting Aubrey do is good and it's making my life better the way she says it's going to but I know deep down it's hurting me more and turning me into some person I'm not.

Tears began to prick at my eyes, and Jonah's expression turned from excited to worry, and I glanced at the blonde - Corbyn - to see he had worry written on his face also.

"Let's go," Jonah mumbled, putting his hands on my shoulders and leading me out of the mess hall, to an area where there were little to no people. Tears began to fall then, and I tried my best to wipe them but they kept falling. I hadn't realized until Phoebe said the things she did before hearing Aubrey do exactly what Phoebe accused her of, that Phoebe is right and has been all along.

We sat down on a bench by the lake, it quiet as I composed myself and wiped away my tears. "Please tell me you're not going to be mad, or hate me, or anything like that when I tell you what I'm about to tell you," I spoke. "I know you don't know me well enough so you might not care but I-I need to get this off of my chest and I needed someone who didn't know me well enough to choose sides and all."

"Of course. I promise I won't be mad or hate you." Jonah quietly replied, resting his hand on mine. I took in a deep breath, shutting my eyes for a moment before beginning to speak.

I explained everything, even including how long I've known Griffin, Phoebe, and Aubrey. About how her father helped me get into this camp and how she's changing me to be a different person just to be popular. I tried to keep it as simple as possible, although it became really rushed and such considering I was crying as I talked about it, and not to mention I always seem to get sidetracked when telling stories or explaining things.

"Wow, that's definitely not what I was expecting." Jonah breathed out once I finished, and I sighed.

"I know, I'm a horrible person." I facepalmed.

"Not really, sounds like your best friend is a shitty friend in my opinion." He shook his head. "Look, I'm not going to stop you from hanging out with Aubrey or Heather or whatever, but I certainly think Christina and the other two are better friends for you than they are. Whether you've known Aubrey for a long time or not, friends don't force you to do shit you don't want to, especially when it comes to changing who you are into someone you don't want to be. If you want to change, you will. If you don't want to, then don't. I got to know you a lot yesterday, and I even observed more than you would think. I think you're amazing and you shouldn't have to be like Heather or Aubrey. But whether you let her control you or not, I'll still be here and I won't take out my disappointment or anger on you."

"Thanks, a lot. That helped." I breathed out. "What do you think I should do?"

"I think you should be yourself. They kick you out of the cabin, okay. They don't want to be your friend, okay. You still have the guys and I, not to mention the other three you were talking about. You're never going to be alone, even if you don't have the others because you'll have me." Jonah replied, staring out at the lake.

"Okay," I said. I don't know what to do, I want to do what he said. I just don't want drama. Or a lot of it, at least. At the same time, I don't want everyone thinking I'm a liar because of the things Aubrey said.

"Here," Jonah said, and I glanced at him to see him stand up. I stood up also and he held his arms out, pulling me in for a much-needed hug. I feel like Jonah is going to be a good friend to me, he just told me pretty much everything I needed to hear. Not just what I wanted.

It's crazy how I've known him the least out of everyone here and he's a better friend than almost any of them. Besides Griffin, of course. He was also pretty nice and supportive, even though he's in the middle of it.

I wonder if Jonah's thoughts would be the same even if he were closer to me and has known me longer, the way that Griffin and Phoebe do.

****

Sitting in class, I was in between Alex and a boy I for some reason recognized. He had pretty colored eyes, light brown hair styled neatly and whenever he smiled at the boy next to him, I noticed a gap between his two front teeth. It was very cute, although I found it odd that I found that attribute of his attractive.

I have no idea where I've seen this boy before, maybe from a store? We could possibly live in the same state or possibly even have gone to the same place before, but I can't put my finger on it for some reason.

Quickly looking away before he noticed me staring, I stared at my feet as I waited for class to start. Everyone around me was talking, and I ignored the multiple glances I got from Aubrey as she knew that something was up with me. I've ignored her since what happened at the breakfast table, and especially after my talk with Jonah. Although the talk helped me a lot, I still feel stuck as I don't know what to do.

A tap on my shoulder brought me out of my thoughts, and I looked over to see the pretty eyed boy looking at me. He had a faint smile, and I couldn't help the smile that took over my face seeing how happy he looked, as if it were natural for him. "Yeah?" I asked, realizing I had just been looking at him for some moments.

"I was just wanting to say hi. I recognize you from my church and school. It's Michelle, right?" He asked, and the feeling I couldn't put my finger on clicked as I remembered we did, in fact, go to those two things together. We've never talked, never had been in the same friend group so it was slightly weird to me that we were just now talking. Neither of us had ever made an effort before, and I don't really know why. He seems really nice.

Well, I know why for me, but not for him at least.

"Oh, right, and yeah. That's what some certain teachers and older couples at church call me," I said. "I go by Mitchie though."

"Right, Mitchie." He nodded once. "I figured we keep crossing paths so we might as well meet. I'm Daniel."

"It's nice to meet you, Daniel," I said and I knew my face was red by the way my face felt hot, and it hadn't felt that way only moments before.

"What brings you to Camp Rock?" He asked.

"Oh, uh, I like to write and sing, I guess." I quietly replied, and he smiled even bigger.

"Sounds cool. I do both of those, plus play lots of instruments. My parents had me learn some of them at a younger age, and on top of that I've always just had an interest in music so I learn as much as I can." He sat up in his seat.

"That-" Just as I was replying I was cut off by the door opening, Brown Cesario walking in with a bright smile on his face.

"Whoa!" He exclaimed as he saw the number of students in the room. "If the class is a-rockin', then imma glad I've been knockin'! So-" He stopped in the front of the classroom, looking us over. "Let me see what I'm working with this year." He glanced around the room. "Who wants to sing first?"

I bit my lip, avoiding eye contact as literally everybody in the room began to raise their hands, begging Brown to pick them. I don't want to sing, I'm not able to have the confidence to do that - especially with everything going on right now. My stomach got butterflies as Brown's eyes landed on mine, and I internally cursed myself for making eye contact after not wanting to and trying to tell myself to continue to look down.

"Oh, my goodness," He spoke. "Eenie Meenie Minie," He stopped, pointing his finger straight at me. "You." Shit.

"M-me?" I stuttered, hating myself even more for not being able to get one simple word out of my mouth without the nerves showing through. This is very embarrassing.

"Can't argue with the finger." Brown just shrugged, as if he didn't have a choice at who he chose to sing.

"I'll do it! Pick me!" Heather raised her hand straight in the air, her back straight as she was more than confident and ready to show the class her talent. It was as if she wanted to be the one to sing all the time, and I was beginning to see that everything Christina had ever said about her was right.

"Ah, no, Heather." Brown shook his head. "The finger chose her."

"Well, um, okay," I mumbled, my face heating up. He denied letting Heather Gray sing because he wants me to? Wow. Okay, I can do this. Even though he has never met me before, he must really think I have the potential to actually be a good singer.

"Right, let her rip!" He exclaimed happily, and I thought of the song I wanted to sing before beginning to quietly sing, not even bothering to get out of my chair due to not wanting to see everyone staring at me.

It's a song called 'Who Will I Be?', one I'd written months ago before starting on the song I've been working on now. Not even one line in, and Brown stopped me, causing my face to grow redder than before, and I felt even more embarrassment if it were possible.

"Alright, I know you're singing a solo, but it's so low, I can't hear you." He spoke, using a nice choice of words. "Alright? So, a bit louder." He told me, and I nodded as I felt everyone's eyes on me. I glanced at Daniel who had a tiny smile, and he nodded as an act of encouragement.

"Why don't you go ahead and stand, also? Let everyone see who's singing." Brown added, and I let out a breath I was holding and stood up, standing in front of everyone as I began to sing.

"Who will I be? It's up to me,

All the never-ending possibilities,

That I can't see, there's nothing that I can't do.

Who will I be? Yes, I believe,

I get to make the future what I want to.

If I can become anyone and know the choice is up to me,

Who will I be?" I finished, smiling out of nervousness.

"She's great!" I heard Alex whisper to Daniel, who nodded eagerly. She had leaned over my empty seat to tell him, which was weird because Heather was on the other side of her. Then again, I'd rather tell Daniel that than Heather, myself, as she can be more than very judgmental.

"Woo, go Mitchie!" He clapped, and I felt myself blush as he cheered me on, causing a few others to cheer me on also.

"That's not bad, not bad at all." Brown clapped a few times also. "Is that an original?"

"Yeah, it's mine." I shyly said, clasping my hands together in front of me. "But-"

"No buts, it's good." He smiled at me, cutting me off as if he knew I was going to trash talk my own song.

He spoke a few other words to me, and as he did so I swear out of the corner of my eye I saw Heather cross her arms and glare. Maybe it's just my mind, and everything going on with the lying thing is getting to me, but I don't think she genuinely likes me very much.

The class ended after a few more people sang and Brown said a few other things to us, and we all began to pile out of the cabin.

"You were really good, like so good I didn't expect any of that. And you wrote that?" Daniel asked, disbelief written on his face. He was obviously impressed by my song, and I couldn't help but feel flattered that someone I barely knew was astonished by it.

"Yeah, I write a lot I just don't sing in front of people very often," I admitted. He stopped me for a second, and I glanced to see the girls standing outside of the cabin, waiting for me as they talked to each other. They can wait because I'd rather be standing here talking to Daniel (who was nicer than you'd expect) than outside listening to Heather complain about how she didn't get to sing today.

"You should do Final Jam! Like, sing a solo." He smiled a beautiful smile at me.

"I'd like to, but I don't think I could." I shook my head. "My nerves were out of control just to sing in front of the class, imagine how bad it'd be to sing them in front of everyone."

"Maybe a duet?" He offered, nudging me with his elbow. "I can sing with you if you'd like. I'm actually sure anyone would like to sing a duet with you."

"I'll think about it." I nodded. "I gotta go though, see you around?" After bidding one last goodbye to Daniel, I walked outside, where Sierra immediately greeted me.

"I didn't know you were that good!" She exclaimed with a giant smile. "You totally rocked it!"

"Totally," Alex repeated.

"Well, thanks," I said.

"So, I've been thinking, and you have to sing with us at Final Jam," Heather spoke up, causing me to frown. "Your vocals in the background would be like, amazing. And we never let people in our group, but you are a must. So, you want in?"

I'd much rather sing a solo instead of being her back up singer.

"I was actually thinking about doing a solo instead," I mumbled.

"A solo for your first Final Jam?" Heather asked. "That's brave."

"I think you'd be fine," Sierra sent an encouraging smile toward me.

"Well, of course she'd be fine... it's just that, I know how nervous I get." Heather continued, and it was obvious she just really didn't want me to sing unless it was background for her.

"Well, I'm sure I'll be nervous at first, but-"

"In front of all those people but, yeah, you'll be fine - you've done it before," Heather smirked, as if she knew she was getting to me.

"Done what before?" I asked, hoping that she wasn't meaning what I thought she was.

"Wait, you've never sang in front of an audience?" She asked, holding her hand out. This proved that she was, in fact, thinking about what I had thought. "Really brave, then."

"Well, yeah I have," I said.

"No you haven't, Mitchie," Aubrey spoke up. Shut up, Aubrey.

"Well in choir I mean, yeah." I shrugged. "I mean I was never lead or anything but it's still an audience."

"Well, like I said. You're brave." She crossed her arms. "Girls, let's go get started then." They began to walk off and I sighed, finally giving in.

After quickly telling them I changed my mind and that I'll sing with them, I realized it was time to go work before lunch. I came up with a quick excuse, Aubrey adding onto my lie before I scurried off toward the mess hall.

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y'all this is over 5,000 words and i tried really hard i'm really enjoying this story rip

also here's a lil update of why i didn't post: i'm changing things up. i have a LOT of prewritten chapters in my drafts that were waiting to post, but i'm going to be posting ALL of them tonight. so keep an eye out for that. another thing, i'm not going to have an updating schedule. it just got too hard trying to keep up with 7+ stories (my published and drafts) and i want to be able to put really good content out. i want to be able to spend time on each and every chapter even if they're fillers, and i want to give you the guys the best i can. and i can't do that when i have very little time to write a bit on all of my stories AND update weekly. i'm not saying i'm only going to update once a month, no, i still plan on updating OFTEN. but that way if i don't have an update one week i won't feel like complete crap, and that way if i have MORE than one update i don't have to wait to post it. hope u understand, thank you for reading. love u guys.

edited: september 11th, 2019