Uhm....hey guys. I'm so sorry for not updating for so long and for being an .

Well, I seriously don't know what to do with this fic coz I'm not inspired to write it anymore - I know, I'm such a douche bag for this; I'm sorry. So...I'm asking now if..

WHO WANTS TO CONTINUE THIS STORY INSTEAD?

The plot for the story is so nice and I don't want to waste this idea. But what could I do if I'm too busy and my body is aching like ing hell and I walk like a freaking penguin! (Don't mind the latter explanations. LMFAO)

So.......? WHO?

I need them to be, GOOD IN ENGLISH (well not that good..she/he just really needs to have good grammar), has a passion for writing, a reader, commenter, a subsriber, an understanding person, a person who isn't scared to discover and try..blahblahblah.

Yeah. That. xD

SO WHO? (I'm begging you, ) T-T

And don't go to me telling that 'aww...I would want to do it but I'm not too good blahblahblahblah...' -.- DON'T UNDERESTIMATE YOURSELF!

Remember:

'Professionals made the Titanic and it was destroyed and sank. While Noah, an amateur, made the Arc and it saved millions of lives.'

THERE'S NO HARM IN TRYING! Maybe, being the author of this story would be your biggest break! We wouldn't know.

TRY AND TRY AND TRY! If you don't make it, it's just a sign to do harder. TO TRY MORE. Come on! Life without trying is boring, don't you think?

HOW THE HELL DO YOU GUYS THINK AM I SURVIVING CHEERDANCE TRAINING WHEN MY BODY ACHES LIKE ING DAMN HELL?!

I'M BEGGING YOU!

Well, if no one likes....MAYBE I'LL JUST ERASE THIS? (Nah. That's too much too risk.) -.-

**to the one who gets chosen, I'll tell you about Jaeji or whatever his name is. xD

***TWO CAN BE CHOSEN. :DDDDDDDDDDD

JUST COMMEEEEEEEEEEEENT!

I LOVE YOU GUYYYYYYS! THANK YOU SO MUUUUUUUUUUUCH :DDD