Hello helloooooo!!!!!!
Let me just start of by saying, I HATE author's notes that give readers a false hope of a chapter update, then crush that hope like a plastic water bottle run over by a monster truck (like this one) and I do EVERYTHING I can to avoid them.
However, I feel like you guys deserved to know that I'm still alive and writing, even though it seems like I've disappeared and left you guys in an unsatisfying, mid-plot state. THIS BOOK WILL CONTINUE!
I've spent my absence preparing millions of college applications and if I count, I've written...36 DIFFERENT college application essays. THIRTY-SIX! And I still have about 11-ish more to go. So it's been a lot of writing for the past 6 months of my life, but all of this college stuff will be over in less than a month!! Then, I will return to this story!
I've slowly been re-reading the chapters and comments to regain my plot-line bearings; thank you so much to all the old and new readers for being here! Surprisingly, I've had an increase of followers...
ANYWAY!
To make up for my extremely long absence, here is my Christmas/holiday present to you all: comment on what you want me to write about in the upcoming chapters!! Tell me a scene, a specific line, a joke, ANYTHING! I will try my best to include it in the next chapter or the one after that.
As a heads up, the next chapter will most likely (87% sure) come out on January 22nd! So comment your wishes on this "chapter" and I'll make it happen! Also, remember you can request a chapter in the Spin-Offs Book if you want to see changes made to any previous chapters!
Btw, congrats to Cristiano Ronaldo for his 4th Ballon D'or! Yes, I still keep up with the soccer/football news.
PS: During my free time, I've started crafting another story, based in the Marvel Cinematic Universe; once I flesh out more of the plot, I'll start publishing it! How many of you would be interested in reading it?
Happy Holidays!
Love y'all,
Slytherin_Princess13 :)
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Who Are You? The Football Manager.
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