For New Years, we all decided to go to Andre’s annual New Year’s party.

We stood before Andre’s house where the New Year party is supposed to be. Only, it wasn’t like any party Andre is supposed to host. The music is ten times louder than should be, so loud that you can feel the vibrations in the air. Not only that, all of the neighboring houses down the street had their lights on. The people were probably calling the police to complain about the party. Then the worst thing was that the bouncers who are supposed to be there to check people in with the guest list since the party is only for friends of friends and search them weren’t there.

Without the bouncers, waves of kids were going into the house. Despite the deafening party music, you could hear yelling and whooping inside the house. There were also loud crashes, sounds of things breaking, making me jump in surprise.

Declan frowned. “What the…”

 “C’mon, we have to see what’s going on,” I told them, worried about Andre and the party.

The four of us rushed into the building, pushing past kids who also wanted to go into the party. We managed to stumble our way in to see the last thing we saw in a party like Andre’s. There was music blasting that rang my ears, neon lights blaring everywhere, booze were past around, broken furniture and windows. I looked up and saw one guy swinging on the chandelier that was daring to break off. It was then I saw one of the bouncers ran past us, then the other at the other direction.

Suddenly Andre stumbled in front of us, quickly got up and looked at the party. He had the same look as his bouncers: filled with fear, panic, confusion, frustration and anger. We heard a crash and he was about to run towards it when he suddenly skidded to a stop and whipped around to us. At first he looked angry, probably thinking we were uninvited guests like the other 90% of the people in the party, but his eyes flashed with recognition.

“I’m not saying it’s not great to see you guys,” Andre assured us with a rushed voice, glancing around, “but now is really not the best time.”

“What happened?” I asked. “This is not at all like your parties.”

Andre put his hands on his head, running it through his hair, but looking like he wanted to tear it out. “I don’t know, I don’t know,” he voice said in confusion. “The party started at eight. Everything was going fine for an hour when suddenly a huge army of kids burst through the door. I think some popular kid messed up the invitation of friends of friends. Instead he must’ve done it with friends of friends and the whole freaking world!” He exclaimed.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Jordan muttered.

“Now the rest of the night my bouncers and I have been trying to round up as many people and kick their drunk behinds out of here, but too many people stumble in here for their place. At the same time, we’re trying to stop fights and-“

Remember that kid who was swinging on the chandelier that hung on the ceiling? Yeah… that chandelier isn’t hanging on the ceiling anymore.

Andre looked like he wanted to scream, faint, or scream then faint. “My parents are going to kill me!”

“Where are they anyway?” Bennett asked.

“Out of town as usual,” he said. “They let me throw these parties, knowing I’ll be a good little host. When they come back though… let’s just say you can prepare a eulogy for my funeral.”

“I just still can’t believe how people could just walk past your bouncers in the first place,” I muttered.

He laughed. “They didn’t walk past them. They practically walked on top of them.” Andre suddenly grabbed one of his bouncers who almost ran right past him and dramatically points at him. “You can’t walk on top of him. He walks on top of you. I got these guys because they look like gorillas, you don’t just walk on top of gorillas.”

The guy grumbled something under his breath at the comparison.

“You should take it as a compliment,” Andre told him.

The other bouncer ran over to Andre, telling him the progress so far. Which was nothing of course, there was no progress.

“We have to help him,” I told the guys before turning to Andre. “We came here for the party and all, but we can’t just leave you like this.”

“Are you serious?” Andre asked.

“Yeah,” Jordan agreed. “You can’t expect us to party on while you panic on.”

Andre looked like he was about to cry with our offer to help him. Of course, he didn’t because-

“Men don’t cry,” he stated, though the crack in his voice said otherwise.

 So we set up with teams. Andre and Jordan will try to stop any fights. Bennett and one bouncer stop anything else from breaking. Then Declan and the other bouncer try to kick the people not on the guest list out of the party.

We heard a big crash from another room, making Andre cringe.

“Can someone please check that out for me?” Andre begged. “I don’t… I don’t think I can handle it myself.”

Bennett nodded, and then he and the other bouncer headed over to try to see what had happened.

The music suddenly changed into an upbeat steady beat. It was the type of music that followed up with a dance people know all too well.

Declan’s eyes widened in disbelief. “No way.”

Andre put his face into his hands. “This can’t be happening.”

“I’ll handle this,” Declan assured him as he headed towards the dance floor with the other bouncer and exclaimed, “Conga lines are dead people! Repeat, conga lines are dead!”

“Okay, Bennett is investigating the mysterious crash and Declan is stopping a conga line, what will we do?” Jordan asked Andre.

Just as he said that, two voices trying to yell over the other began. Then there was the all too familiar sound of a fist connecting to someone’s face. People began to crowd around, circling the two people who are fighting.

“Stop that fight!” Andre exclaimed.

Suddenly, another fight began. Only this one had higher pitch screams, cries of chipped nails, and cat-like hisses.

“But don’t stop that catfight!” Jordan exclaimed.

So instead of going to the first fight, they headed over to the catfight.

Obviously they didn’t want me to do anything dangerous, so they set me up near the exit and keep track of the guest list. You’d think I’d be mad at them for making me do a boring job. You don’t have to worry about me though, I can handle it.

I took the advantage for the small break there seemed to be with uninvited kids coming to the party, by preparing myself. No, I don’t mean armoring myself up for battle or barricading the entrance of the house.

Let’s just say, it’s something better than that.

Someone must’ve shared about the awesome party and invited everyone he knows to come because there’s a big wave of kids crossing the front yard. I let out a low whistle, seeing how they’re able to walk over the bouncers with their sheer numbers. The obvious thing I did was to quickly shut the door as they walked up the porch. Immediately the door shook with impatient knocks and exclamations.

Andre’s house had this type of answering system which I can talk to anyone at the front door. It’s pretty much the lazier version of looking through the eyehole and safer than opening the door up to a stranger.

I pressed the button and asked cheerfully, “Yes?”

I heard muffled talking from the other side.

I held back an eyeroll and said, “Press the button to talk.”

“We’re here for the party,” some girl stated impatiently. “Open the door.”

“Are you in the guest list?”

“What guest list?”

“I’m going to take that as a no,” I told her.

“Open the door already.”

“Can I get a please?”

“Fine. Open the door, please,” her voice sounding annoyed and impatient.

“You must knock the password knock,” I said dramatically.

“Password knock?” She asked. “Since when did we have to do that?”

“Since now.”

“But I don’t know it.”

“Oh c’mon,” I said, with a small smile. “Everyone knows it.” Then I hummed a simple tune.

“Hey! I know that!” Some guy exclaimed.

Instantly I heard the famous knock in Frozen on the door.

“Now what do you say after the knock?” I asked, my tone like a teacher speaking slowly to a student.

There was a slight pause. “This is so stupid, I can’t believe I have to do this,” the girl muttered before asking, “Do you want to build a snowman?”

“And?” I pressed.

She let out a sigh. “It doesn’t have to be a snowman.”

“Go away Anna,” I replied bluntly.

“What!” She exclaimed. “You said I can go into the party if I did this stupid thing.”

I gasped. “I never said that. I merely said to knock the password knock.”

“If you were never going to let me in, why did you do this in the first place?”

“I’m bored.”

Now I got what I expected, the loud exclamations demanding to let them in. You can already imagine them breaking into the windows to get into the party.

“Let us in!” They exclaimed.

“Let it go!” I exclaimed back.

“LET US IN!” They didn’t even need to use the answering machine, being able to be heard from the other side of the front door.

“YOU SHALL NOT PASS!” I exclaimed back. Aw c’mon, Jordan can’t be the only one to say that.

“I swear…” Some guy began.

“By the moon and stars in the sky,” I finished singing I Swear by All 4 One.

“Stop messing around!”

“But it’s fun,” I whined back, I was enjoying this way too much.

Sadly, the fun had to come to the end.

“Okay, you guys seriously have to go. The party is full. No one else can come inside.”

“No way!”

“You gotta be kidding me.”

“I put high heels on for this!”

“Whatever,” I said. “Shoo, shoo, no one cares.”

“I’m gonna break down this door!” Someone threatened.

I ignored that. “Don’t make me do something I don’t want- Okay, I actually want to do this. But if you want to avoid it, you better leave right now.”

“What are you going to do?” A guy challenged.

“I’m going to give you guys to the count of three.”

“She’s not going to really do anything,” the girl from before assured them.

“One…”

“She’s bluffing, she’s not serious.”

 “Two…”

“Right?”

A grin spread across my face. “Three.”

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the beautiful music of curses and exclamations that followed the sound of gushing water. Before anyone came, I had help from one of the bouncers to set up a trap just hidden under the door’s overhang- like a little roof for the door. The ice from the coolers had already melted, so I decided to put some use to it. The cooler was set up over them along, the door was connected to a chord I can easily pull to unleash my fury. The best part was that it came with an awning -a ramp type of roof- so that I can set up a second cooler that could spread the water over everyone else, so the people at the front won’t have all the fun.

“If you’re willing to stay, we’ll be having a history lesson!” I said brightly. “In wars back then, they would actually use hot oil instead of water when pouring it over a wall onto their enemies. Would you guys like to see an example?”

I didn’t hear anything.

“Hello?”

There was nothing but silence.

I frowned and shook my head. “Kids these days just can’t appreciate history.”

I’ll have some time to reset the trap until a new wave of unsuspecting kids comes for the party. I’d have to be quick when getting another cooler, leaving my post unattended though-

A guy rudely pushed past me, having me stumble to the other side. I watch as the guy about to open the door and stopped him.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m opening the door, duh,” he said in a drunk slur.

“Are you leaving?” I said him, hoping he was.

“No, I’m opening my door for my-” he paused to burp “-my friend. I invited him to the party.”

“What’s your name?” I asked him. If he’s not on the guest list, he can’t invite anyone.

He must’ve taken it as if I was flirting with him because he gave me a stupid grin.

“The name’s Jer-”

“I mean your last name,” I cut him off, looking through my copy of the guest list.

“Jer” took a swig of his beer. “Last name? You want to be Mrs. Duncan, huh?”

I ignored him and checked that there was no Duncan, “Jer” on the list.

“So you said something about inviting your friend?” I asked him as I opened the door.

He thought I had chivalry for opening the door for him. “Oh, thank you-”

I pushed him out of the door. “You’re welcome.”

The guy looked at me in bewilderment. “What? I-I thought we had something.”

“Not on the guest list, not in the party.” Then I closed the door.

I crossed my arms and nodded at myself in approval. I’d be a good bouncer.

I heard angry shouting coming closer to me. I turned to see one of the bouncers dragging a guy by the shirt, probably to kick him out of the party.

“What was he doing?” I asked him.

“Started a fight,” the bouncer replied.

So he speaks.

“Hey, hey, don’t kick me out!” The guy begged. “I’ll pay you, just don’t-“

“Yeah, don’t kick him out just yet,” I agreed, telling the bouncer, making him stop.

Raymond glared at me. “Why are you saying that?”

“I want to enjoy this moment,” I said, leaning against the wall at the view of Raymond being dragged out of a party by a guy ten times his size.

“How are you in the list?” Raymond demanded.

I looked at my nails in boredom. “I know a guy.”

“Hey, where were you?” Declan asked as he came up to the bouncer. “You just left. I had to deal with that conga line by my- What is he doing here?” He asked as he stared -well really glared- at Raymond.

“I should be asking you the same thing,” Raymond retorted back.

“I know a guy,” Declan said as he looked at the bouncer. “Is he on the list?”

The bouncer double checked the list, probably had already done it before or he wouldn’t have been dragging Raymond in the first place.

He shook his head.

“Good.” Then Declan turned to Raymond and punched him.

My mouth dropped at the sudden action. Declan’s swing was so strong, it knocked Raymond on the ground. It made my punches look like I was trying to tickle the person. You can even see the smoke from the swing.

“Declan!” I exclaimed.

The music scratched to a stop. Everyone in the party just stopped. Bennett walked over to the exit, helping the other bouncer as he dragged two guys, probably the ones who were responsible for the mysterious crash, to kick out.

“No!” I heard Andre’s voice say as he came over to us. “There will be no more fights! You can take it outside!” He turned his head. “Except for that catfight. Ladies, you may continue.”

The cat hisses, screams, and growls continued following whoops and cheers from what it sounds like, mostly guys. From the distance, I say a group of guys crowding around something, all taking pictures and videos.

“Jordan, you can find the video on the internet,” Andre called to him. “Don’t waste your time on that.”

“But nothing beats it live,” Jordan whined back, but he still came over here.

Jordan looked at the scene with Declan cracking his knuckles as Raymond was slowly getting up, still groaning about his nose. Then out of nowhere, Jordan grabbed Raymond’s collar and punched him at the same spot Declan just hit him. Once again, Raymond crashed onto the floor, blood dripping out of his nose now.

“Jordan!” I exclaimed this time.

“What?” Jordan asked me innocently. “Bennett punched him, you punched him, and then Declan punched him. I don’t want to feel left out.”

We all paused to think about and nodded in agreement.

With that done, people went back to partying. I looked at Raymond as he was crumpled on the ground, groaning and bleeding. I knew he was drunk, I mean, who wouldn’t be in Andre’s party on New Year’s Eve? Though I saw my bully, I also saw this pathetic bleeding guy that really needed an ice pack.

“I’m going to give him an icepack,” I told them.

Bennett looked at me. “To throw at him?”

“To make him eat?” Declan asked.

“What?” Jordan asked.

“The inside of some ice packs are toxic. Find a toxic one and make him eat it.”

“No, I mean that’s tempting, but he needs an icepack.”

I could obviously tell the guys were angry at me for even offering to do that, giving me looks of disbelief.

 “Are you crazy?”

“Just leave him like that. Better yet, take a picture and put it as your screensaver.”

“Why will you do that?”

I looked at them. “You know why.” When I said that, they got quiet.

“Alright, fine,” Bennett said. “Go ahead and give him an ice pack.” His eyes narrowed at him. “But that’s the least he even deserves.”

“He doesn’t even deserve it,” Declan muttered.

“Can I at least punch him one more time, for the road?” Jordan offered.

I gave Jordan a look.

“Just taking my chances.”

People started to chant, “Jump, jump, jump.”

Andre’s eyes widen. “No, no, no. Not the roof! Anything but the roof!” Then he raced up the stairs.

“Countdown will be soon,” Bennett told all of us. “Let’s meet here, just for that.”

We all nodded before leaving to help out with the party while I was left with Raymond. Even I’m questioning why I’m doing this. But it was the fact that a drunk Raymond won’t dare do anything to me seemed alright.

Raymond was still whining about his broken nose. Merciless, I grabbed his leg and began to drag him towards the kitchen. I ignored the whines, grumbled and even begging he made as I accidentally bumped him on furniture of when people stepped on him, especially when people stepped on him.

The kitchen had only a few high kids which I kicked out, not wanting to get second-hand stupidity. I could kick out the couple slobbering over each other. Raymond got up and sat on a stool, his head on the table. I grabbed a frozen pack of peas and slid it across the counter towards him. Raymond looked up, staring at the makeshift icepack for a long time before slowly picking it up and putting it on his face.

We were quiet for a long time. Only the still too loud party music and the couple trying to each other’s faces filled the silence.

“Why the nose?” He asked me. “Out of all the places, it’s always the nose. I swear, one of these days I need to have surgery-”

“One of these days? So that isn’t a nose job?”

I heard a snort from him that followed another few minutes from silence between us.

“Thanks…” He muttered. “Thanks for the ice-“

“You still piss me off,” I told him, pointing at the bag of frozen peas. “I could’ve given you a real icepack, but I gave you the peas instead.”

He slightly lowered the bag to look at me. “What did you mean when they already know why you’ll help me? Why did you even help me?”

“Because I’m human.”

Raymond scoffed at that and looked away.

I glared at him. “What? What was that?”

“Nothing,” he said with a small shrug. “That’s just some comeback you got there.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Because I’m human,” he repeated, shaking his head. “Being human doesn’t mean anything. I’m human, and I did all of those… things to you.”

“Maybe because you’re not human,” I offered.

“Yeah, like that will explain anything,” he said. “Then here you are, giving me this ice pack just because you’re human, that we’re both humans? That doesn’t make any sense.”

I knew he was saying all of this because he was drunk. A sober Raymond won’t be saying of this. He’d just grab the ice pack without so much of a thank you and make me leave him alone to save his pride. Of course, that’s already gone, but he’d still like to pretend he still has it.

“Human, human, human,” he mused the word. “What makes a human?”

I felt like I had this conversation before.

“Walking upright, having opposable thumbs, using a language, using tools, wearing clothes, having a complex-“ I stopped and corrected myself “-well for some, simple brains,” I said as I looked at Raymond who gave me the finger. Not a human opposable thumb though, given that’s not a finger, mind you. “That’s what makes a human.”

“Then acting like one,” he said.

“I don’t-”

“Acting human is different than being one, huh?”

I looked at the counter. “What are you getting at Raymond?”

“I’m not human, no one here is human. We only look human, feel human, but we’re not human.”

“I don’t think you’re referring to us to be magical beings, are you?”

He ignored that, probably because he kept on talking. “I had to correct your human rights essay.”

I remembered that. Just earlier this semester, I wrote a human rights essay for history. We ended up correcting each other’s essays, essays from different periods. It was pure coincidence how Raymond got mine.

“Just seeing your name, I could’ve given you an F or rip your essay entirely,” he shook his head, remembering the memory. “I couldn’t do it because the grading was part of my own grade. So I had to read it.”

“I got a good grade on the essay,” I recalled.

“Well… because it’s right. Don’t look at me like that. I know how to think, alright? It’s just… to be treated equally, bullying doesn’t do that, most people don’t do that. We treat each other like dirt at the bottom of your shoe, like trash, and not give it a second thought. Respect. Most of us want it, but barely anyone has it. Rights. Everyone has it, but not one cares about it. Bullying violates so many of those… those…”

“Articles,” I told him.

“Yeah, articles,” he said. “I should be in jail by now, right now. No, so many people should be locked up in jail right now and the guy should just throw away the key.”

“Who’s stopping you? If you want, I could take you to jail right now-”

“Shut up!” Raymond exclaimed, making me jump back. “How can you not get this? I’ve been bullying you for what, nine, ten-“

“Eleven.”

“Eleven years! And when I got punched, you give me an icepack. When you got punched, I laughed and took a picture. How can you do that? Why will you do that? And don’t give me that ‘because I’m human’ stuff to me. Being human doesn’t mean anything. It doesn’t mean anything…” he faltered. “You should have left me alone. You just have left me like that. Leave me on that cold, hard ground, groaning about my nose and how I’m going to need a nose job.”

“And why will I go that?” I asked him. “Sure, you deserve it, but what makes me have the right to give you what you deserve? I know how it feels like to be on that cold, hard ground, groaning, crying about my nose, my bruises, my life. The difference between us is that I didn’t get help, I didn’t have anyone. The difference between us is that I helped, even though you didn’t.”

“But why?” He asked me, his eyes wearing the same confusion as his question did.

“I… I don’t want anyone to feel how it felt. I did that so you would know how it felt like. Not to be hurt and no one help you.”

He looked at me.

“So I did something worse than that. I helped you, so you would know what it felt like. So we could be having this conversation right now.”

Raymond paused, staring at me for a long time.

“I’m sorry.”

He looked like the word just slipped out of his mouth. The word he’d been holding back for so long or never even considered to be in his vocabulary, escaped. He looked as confused as I was for saying those two words, as well as anger, frustration, and… relief.

That word.

How dare he say that word.

“What did you say?”

“I don’t know why- I shouldn’t, no, I should… For doing all of those things to you, I’m so-“

“What are you doing?”

He blinked, not knowing what to say.

“Are you apologizing?” I accused. “Are you actually- You’re actually apologizing to me.”

“Yeah, I mean. I bullied you because-“

“And you’re making an excuse,” I said in disbelief. “You’re also actually making an excuse?”

He didn’t say anything, couldn’t say anything.

“I don’t want your sorry, I don’t want your excuse. You can keep your sorry and you can keep your excuse because I don’t want it. You think you can say this now, while you’re drunk in a party, on New Years? You think I want this now after all of these years? How dare you.”

“How dare I?” He repeated.

“Yes, how dare you say any of that to me. You think that everything will be alright after this, that I’ll better yet, forgive you? Well let me tell you this, I’ll never forgive you. Nothing will ever make me forgive you. Not how many times you say sorry, not how many excuses you come up with. I have enough of all of that.”

The silence hung in the air, though the couple who were still trying to each other’s faces was ruining the moment. Raymond grabbed his icepack and I grabbed a cup of beer to throw it at them. In the end, they ran away to find another place to try out cannibalism.

“But there is one way I can for-” I stopped at that. “Well, I can’t really forgive or forget. But it’s something you can do, so you can have that feeling of guilt go away for you.”

“What is it?”

I looked at him. “To leave me alone.”

Raymond was quiet.

“Leave me alone, as long as you can, forever, even. Just leave me alone for that rest of the school year and we’ll go to different colleges, different lives, and we never have to see anything again. Leave me alone, my friends alone, just go away. I don’t want to see your face ever again. Do you get it?”

“I do,” he said quietly.

I bit my lip and took a deep breath. I was done with tears, with him, with bullying. To hold my pride, I left that kitchen, left him with my head held high, and I didn’t look back.

The confrontation of a bullied to the bully is what one imagines to happen. It’s the moment they finally had the last straw of their bullying. The moment he or she stands up, finally gathering courage to tell them to stop, to tell them no, that they had enough. Then after making a well thought out speech, they get an award, confetti, fireworks and applause.

That didn’t happen to me though.

There was no award, no confetti, no fireworks, and no applause. I thought my confrontation would be exciting, inspiring, and maybe even awesome for me to finally have my justice. But no, it wasn’t. It wasn’t what I expected. It was nothing like the script. You’d think my confrontation would have gone better than that. I thought it would have gone better than that. Better yet, to have my revenge even, but no. But sometimes the confrontation doesn’t work or you’re not able to do it… just yet anyway.

Even though it wasn’t what I wanted to be, the effect still was there. It was like a huge weight was off my shoulders. I can let out a long meaningful sigh of relief of finally doing this, for finally letting it out after holding it for so long.

The confrontation was never meant for the glory, but for the purpose itself, the meaning behind it.

The countdown was starting. The countdown to midnight, marking the new year was starting. I ran all around the house, given it was a pretty big house. I couldn’t remember where was the pot we promised each other to meet. The timer was pressurizing me, making me panic.

“TEN!” Everyone in the party exclaimed.

“Declan, leave the conga line alone!”

“NINE!”

“Bennett I can't find the spot!”

“EIGHT!”

“Jordan stop counting along and find Naomi!”

“SEVEN!”

“Naomi don't drink any fruit punch!”

“SIX!”

“Where are you guys?”

“FIVE!”

“Where are we? Where are you?”

“FOUR!”

“Find the fallen chandelier!”

“THREE!”

“So many people are already kissing!”

“TWO!”

At that moment, all of our eyes met.

“ONE!”

We raced towards each other, right next to the broken chandelier.

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!” The whole house screamed.

Everyone around us were drinking, yelling, singing, and mostly kissing. With the New Year tradition, couples made out with each other for the new year. The four of us awkwardly stood as we were surrounded by the slobbering couples. Then I had enough and pulled them into a big group hug. I blinked back the tears as I smiled so hard, it hurt.

“I love you guys.”

They stiffened at the words.

I held back an eye roll and just hugged them closer. “You know not like that. I meant as a friend.”

They mumbled out their own “I love you’s” as they hugged me back.

Then they added the “as a friend” part.

“Friendzone,” Jordan coughed before exclaiming, “Ow! Who punched me?”

Once again, that’s not a bad way to end the book. Don't mind me, just thinking aloud here. I hope you enjoy the chapter. And for that Frozen reference (clears throat) OH C'MON! You guys should know be by now! I HAD to put it. Do you know how many references I put in this book alone? One of them HAD to be Frozen. But besides that, I hope you enjoy the other jokes as well as I did writing them.

To those who wished me happy birthday, thank you so much (Justin Bieber who?) It means so much to those who remembered or just happened to find out just today, probably through this sentence itself. I'm actually pretty happy to post this chapter on my birthday, it's funny and meaningful, which is a cool coincidence.

But just because it's my birthday doesn't mean anything. I mean, to me, a birthday isn't only the moment someone is born, but the hours your mom went through to bring you into this imperfect world. "Screws fall out all the time, the world is an imperfect places." -John Bender in The Breakfest Club. (I love Bender) So this is to all of those who's birthday was in the past, in the future or today as well. Today is the gift out of the three, that's why it's called the present (Whaddup Kung Fu Panda quote). Besides that, the chapter is also specifically dedicated to -SimplyReading-. You'd think I'd dedicate it to myself just because it's my birthday, but that just seems arrogant.  Readers, don't mind this little message, move on to the next paragraph. To Simply, I hope this chapter helps you in your decision which I know it's a good one.

So I just learned about this little- wait, excuse me, I mean BIG thing called #NoMoreBullying. It's this new thing in which we'll be able to stop bullying. I know, I know, I said it MYSELF that you can't stop bullying, which I still stand by. But that doesn't we can't try, like... with this hashtag! As long as we spread bullying awareness, then it'll help people both stop and survive bullying, to know that there are people supporting them. There's actually a contest of this, where you make a book or continue your book with this banner of #NoMoreBullying. If you notice at my cover, there's this mysterious orange banner that says #NoMoreBullying. Do the same, as well as hashtagging your work with "nomorebullying". As for my five lucky nominees, I got @TheCuteAsian @RoseBlossom79 @Pierce_The_Sarahy @StormyTheZebra and last, but obviously not least @SeanOcampo9 . If you don't know what to do, just create a work or use your current work and post the banner on your cover. And whoa my book is the background for the profile of NoMoreBullying (Be sure to follow too), that is SO cool...

Now there will be a Tagalog version of my book thanks to @VeonnaBolisay and a Spanish version all because of @Jenniferstarz . If you guys want to read it in these languages or have friends who rather read in their native language, be sure to check them out. And before I go, I got a song for you guys called "Live Like A Warrior" by Matisyahu. I heard this song as the end song in this movie called "Walking With Dinosaurs" and the song was brilliant. I don't know why I've been holding it off until now, maybe because the book is coming to an end and all. But this is the song I want to represent for my book, that's why it's the first song at the first chapter. I hope you enjoy you guys.

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