I'm sorry but school has just started and I've received back my scripts and let's just say I totally could have done better in my exams if not for the fact that I was slacking like a mad idiot. -____- As such, there will be no updates for the stories for the time being.

I may post a one-shot up occasionally (very rarely) but fics such as The Phone Call, Toki Wo Tomete and I WIll Keep Loving You I'm sad to say will be on hiatus, at least until I learn how to manage my time properly instead of sitting in front of the laptop and daydreaming all day. ._. Believe it or not, a lot of work actually goes into typing a story and well it's not as easy as you think.

I put in effort in my stories because I want them to at least adhere to a certain standard, though if you ask me I have absolutely no qualms about removing every single story I see now just because the structure and flow of the story kinda irritates me due to its incoherency. I am that haha. Once, a friend asked me to edit her story for her Creative Writing and 2 hours later, I still was not done with it. THAT'S HOW SERIOUS I AM ABOUT WRITING. Now all I need to do is apply them in my studies and TADA my life would be complete. :(

I remember my sister asking me once, "Why didn't you pursue a language course? Why did you choose a science one instead?"

I replied her then, "Cause it's easier transferring from a science course to a language course than a language course to a science course."

I mean, it's not like my English standard is very good. People out there have English standards way higher than me! Singapore Cassies, I'm assuming you're understanding what I mean. Coming from a neighbourhood school, it's difficult not to be discouraged by the fluent English spoken by students from famed school. It makes you feel ashamed sometimes. It makes me feel like I'm studying all for naught. :/

Now that I think about it, I feel a twinge of regret. Still, my decision has been made. It's too late to drop out now. Besides, I never could have written a story anyway. My mind is too infected with YunJae. I mean, just check out this story I wrote a while back that I didn't bother continuing since I was too lazy by then:

There it was again, loud squabbles piercing through the silence of the night. The boy woke up with a start, aches all over his body as he wiped the cold sweat away. Dressing in nothing but a worn out towel, the boy crept out of bed as he approached the wooden door before him, peering through the slits to investigate the source of noise.

 

“There you go again, blaming it on me once more. I’m not the only one responsible for it you know. You have a responsibility to it too!”

 

The woman screeched as she lifted her hands up in the air, frustration evident in her voice.

 

“I wasn’t the one who carried it in me for nine whole months. It was you! It’s your fault he’s so abnormal, so queer. It must have been your bad genes!”

 

The man sneered back with a face of disgust, smashing the vase near him and breaking it into a million pieces.

 

“How dare you!” the woman’s face turned purple with rage, “My genes are perfectly fine. It’s yours that are not. Who knows how many goddamn woman you’ve been with throughout these years.”

 

“You-”

 

The boy closed the door quickly as his hands shook, tears streaming down his face. There it went again; the game of blame that would never end. They were just going around in circles and circles, and he was just being pushed here and there, never truly belonging anywhere.

 

“There’s no end to this, is there?”

 

The boy whispered to himself as he traced a circle on the floor with his finger tip.

 

Closing his eyes, he vowed this would be the last time he cried.

 

The next time, I will be out of here.

 

It took him three days and two hours and twenty seconds exactly before he finally found somewhere he could call a home. It was tough, leaving the place that was his only refuge, but the boy was determined. He would do anything he could to get out of the circle, even if it meant death. With that resolve, the boy packed his luggage: a backpack with a bottle of mineral water and a piece of bread, and undertook his journey, walking aimlessly with no goal in mind.

 

It was pure coincidence and luck that he found the place he was currently standing in front of. He was just walking along the pathway of a very old church when he suddenly made a sharp turn to the left around the bend, and there it was. The boy stopped in his tracks, gazing at the magnificent beauty before him. It was a dilapidated orphanage, but it was ten times bigger than the place he used to call home. A rusty sign hung above the tall black gates that towered over him as black crows cackled on the peeled walls that were covered by overgrown weeds, a hint of white paint barely seen.

 

Without any hesitation, the boy walked forward, pushing open the ominous gates before him. The smell of rotten wood immediately assaulted his senses, and the boy cringed as he pinched his nose, the pungent smell causing nausea to rise within him.

 

“Are you alright? You don’t look too fine there.”

 

The boy jumped at the sound of the voice, eyes darting around to search for the source.

 

“I’m here dummy.”

 

The boy turned around and his mouth parted in surprise at the sight that was before him. It was a girl. She had beautiful golden locks that flowed around her, swishing in the gentle breeze that blew by. Her eyes were an amazing shade of teal with flecks of gray in it and her rosy lips curled into a smile with a dimple that appeared at the side of her left cheek. Clothed in a pink gown that ended at the ends of her ankles, his heart began to pump faster as the sweet scent of roses replaced the pungent smell of rotten wood, the gloomy orphanage instantly brightened by her presence.

 

“Who are you?” the boy asked rudely, eyes never straying from the girl before him, “What are you doing here?”

 

The girl laughed, her trickles of laughter sending shivers down the boy’s spine.

 

“You’re not one to mince words, aren’t you?” she replied, a twinkle in her eye, “Fine then. I’ll get to the point too.”

 

Bending her knees, she curtseyed, a smirk on her face as the boy blushed, his cheeks tinted with a shade of pink.

 

“My name is Myrtle and I’m eight years old this year.” The girl replied haughtily, “Mother says she named me after the Greek Goddess, Aphrodite because she thinks I’m the prettiest girl she’s ever seen. Well, I think she’s right. Every boy I’ve met has never failed to ogle at my beauty. It’s quite amusing to me really. A raise of my eyebrows, a twinkle in my eye, and there you go! A boy gaping right in front of- Hey where are you going?”

 

The boy ignored the girl as he turned his back towards her, walking further into the orphanage.

 

“Wait! Don’t go in there! It’s dangerous!”

 

The boy stopped once more and whirled around, eyes glaring at her in irritation.

 

“What? Don’t give me that glare.” Myrtle retorted, “It’s really dangerous in there. If you don’t believe me, go ahead and carry on. I won’t stop you.”

 

The boy looked at her sceptically. She was only someone he just met. She had every reason to lie to him. On what basis could he trust her? Besides, she had offered no explanation on why the orphanage was dangerous. She simply stated that it was. How could he trust her words then when they were not validated with proof?

 

Ignoring her protests, the boy trudged forward, his feet bringing him closer and closer to the place that Myrtle warned of. He was just about to enter the entrance of the orphanage when his view was abruptly obscured by teal circles. Stepping back, he realised that Myrtle was standing in front of him, her hands spread wide open, preventing him from going any further.

 

“It’s dangerous. Don’t go in there.” Myrtle pleaded, “You’ll never make it out alive.”

 

The boy’s eyebrows furrowed in annoyance.

 

“You said you will not stop me from going.” he uttered, his voice barely masking his impatience. “Let me through now.”

 

“No.” Myrtle returned, “I won’t let them take you away too.”

 

The boy’s lips pursed in displeasure.

 

“Who are the ‘them’ you speak of?” The boy commanded his patience at the end of its tether. “Speak or I’ll just push you aside and enter the place myself.”

 

“Them.” Myrtle shivered. “It’s them.”

 

“You-”

 

Every retort died on his lips as a blood curdling scream pierced through the air, jarring him out of his senses. Whirling around, he saw nobody but him and Myrtle at the entrance of the orphanage. The sound of a flutter of wings whizzed by and the boy glanced up to see herds of crows flying across the sky, covering it whole as darkness enclosed them all.

 

“They’re here.”

 

Myrtle spoke, and that was the last thing that the boy heard before he was hit from behind, his mind lost to the black abyss that awaited him…

 

And that's all that I've written haha. That shows how much "love" I have for straight couples. I can't write them for reasons unknown. I just can't. Maybe it's best I'm stuck with a science course after all haha!

Don't worry though, I'll be back. :) I just need a quick break from AFF to fix those horrible marks known as my grades.

P.S. The above storyline is up for adoption. Feel free to tweak it and use it as your story. Just remember to credit and PM me so that I can subscribe to your fic too. TEEHEE! ^^

To my co author: If you're reading this, this will in no way affect the fic we're working on together okay? :) *winks*