Hey guys! I hope you'll be happy to hear that I'm not dead! I know that it's been ages since I updated any of my stories, but now that my first year at sixth form is coming to an end in less than a month, I wanted to tell you that I'll resume with my books, and hopefully you'll be kind enough to forgive me for leaving you hanging.
For the fans of Rock 'n' Roll ruined my Life, good news! The next chapter's almost done and it'll be up once I'm done with my exams. You guys are going to hate me, and love me and the same time :P
Here's a little teaser:
Then it hit me like a baby grand piano in a cartoon. I’d gotten myself a date.
“Is this a date?” I asked him, fully aware of the awkwardness of the situation.
“Well, I mean if you want to put a label on it, I guess it could classify as a date, but I don’t want you to feel nervous or anything.” He muttered. Well, too bad that it was already too late. I was feeling nervous as hell. My attention turned to my ice cream cone and I attacked it. A long silent minute had passed as we walked next to each other, his scrutinising gaze burning holes in my skull.