Ok, guys. I am a terrible person. I am so freaking sorry, I don't even have words.

But, in all honesty, this story? It was terrible. I know now, after dealing with college-level writing assignments, that this really just sucked. So, I'm going to re-write it. It's gonna be a slow, spotty process, and I'm not gonna guarantee I'll ever truly finish, but I've got about 9 pages done so far- not much, but it's something.

For all of you who reviewed, thank you so much. I apologize to the people who favourited and reviewed this story, I've been a terrible writer and I hope you can put up with me in the future. Now, for a sample!

Another day, another 'gas leak' reported on the news.

Trent sighed and flipped off the TV, rolling his eyes as the hot reporter disappeared from the screen. Seriously, a gas leak? That was the best story the ambiguous 'they' could come up with? It was obvious to anyone with eyes that those holes from the explosion were clearly footprints. Though, he had to admit, he did have a bit of an unfair advantage when it came to noticing things... out of the ordinary.

The front door slammed open. Grimacing, he levered himself off the couch, trudging out to the front room to greet his father. Or, rather, to get his daily dose of derision and scorn. Today was the day that report cards had arrived, as well as the placements for next year's football team.

This is hopefully going to be a bit better than the original- still terrible, but not as bad. Thanks for putting up with me, and if you have any suggestions on how the story can be fixed, I'm all ears!