"No! I've already got one, I don't need another!"
"You have to, the previous one is too bad."
"You can't make me!"
"Oh, but you see, I can. I'm your mind. I control you."
"AHHHHHH!!!!"
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I was forced to.
Forced by my own self.
I had to rewrite...
The Huntress ran a hand through her hair, completely stressed.
You see, the Huntress was a young girl who aspired to be an author.
There's just one problem...
She is one lazy butt.
Only one of those hundreds of moments when you wished you weren't so lazy. This could seriously be a disease. The Huntress sighed deeply, talking to herself mentally.
Miserably, she fell back into her bed. I don't deserve the one hundred followers I have.
She made a fist with her hand. No! They deserve better!
If she couldn't keep writing, the best she could do was spread positivity. She lifted her phone and entered her passcode.
She went onto her profile and added something to her description.
She paused as she saw something on her screen.
No way...
There, on her screen, was something the young girl couldn't believe.
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Two hundred followers!?
It was then the Huntress broke down.
I don't deserve this! I don't deserve them!
Clenching her fists, she wiped away her tears.
I will try harder! I will succeed and overcome my lazy-itis!
Suddenly, an idea for a short update came to her mind.
Pulling up her Percy Jackson and the One Shots stories, The Huntress silently begged to whatever deity is out there.
Please let them like it, because if they don't, I really don't know what I'd do.
