Derp . . . and a dare-type-thing.

Derp is my new favourite word. I mean, seriously, it's just awesome and you can use it any time you want and it makes sense (no it doesn't).

Anyway, update time! I'm currently at 13,405words  (thought it was 13,800 or something but whatever) and it is 2:45 p.m., so by tonight I'm hoping to have 15,000+. If I don't reach that word count then I will make a post saying that anyone who comments on this post gets to ask me one question. Any one question. And I shall have to answer with total truth.

But that's only if I fail to meet 15k. So, I hope I don't. I hate personal questions, but that's why I'm making this dare-challenge thing. So that I know I have to reach 15,000 words. Mwahaha, I hate myself for doing this but I also love myself for being so clever.

Anyway. So, right now Izaac has helped "rescue" Annabelle (best friend) and her mother from Officials (government peeps) and he totally forgot that he left his five-year-old brother outside after he pushed an Official. So that's bad news for Darren. *SPOILER ALERT SKIP TO NEXT PARAGRAPH IF YOU DON'T WANT A SPOILAH * Darren is probably going to be killed. :c poor boy.

Okay, so that's it for now. I shall leave thou with a very short excerpt:

            Annabelle rushed over, tears brimming her eyes. She was usually so strong. Then again, being attacked by Officials trying to take your mother probably does affect you. “Izaac, you can’t go out there. It’s probably already been spread that you hit an Official.” Annabelle kept running her hands through her hair, pacing back and forth and bending over every few seconds like she was going to throw up. “This is messed up. This is so messed up. It’s not going to blow over. Not ever. Izaac, they’ll find us if we hide. We’ll be thrown outside the Wall. What then? We’ll all die!”