Hey everyone! Your local bisexual here. This isn't an extra part, or a promise for a book two, but I just wanted to add a little something for anyone who comes across this again. Because for some reason, out of all my stories, this is the one that gets out there. This is the one that people comment on, and seem to really really enjoy. That makes me happy, because when I was writing it, it made me incredible happy too.

My name is Bree, and I do a lot of writing still. I actually still roleplay... not in first person anymore, but this is where that started. I wrote this in... I want to say eighth grade, but it may have been the summer after. I'm a sophomore in college now, so suffice to say, it's been years. It's been long and hard years.

I don't talk to the person I wrote this with anymore. So, no, no, you don't get a book two. I would love to find what we had started with--oh man, it was great: ghosts, siblings, psychics...--and post it for you, but alas. I would love to say me and my cowriter just went our separate ways, but it didn't end well, and usually I look back on my memories of them with bitterness. It took until almost the end of my senior year to take a breath and realize that, despite how things ended, I can realize how much they shaped who I am today. I can hold all of the lies and deceit against them, but things like this? Yeah. Things like this I can look at fondly.

Long story short, I'm glad people still read this. Even though my nineteen year old self finds it a little cringe, I'm glad. Because, for me, when I was writing this, it was exactly what I needed. So I hope that, upon finishing this, it was exactly what you needed too.

Yeah... that's it. Sorry to get hopes up, but... this is it.

Bree, signing off ~