One-hundred thousand? One-hundred thousand!

I finished my 100,000 milestone with the word 'up'. I know, memorial, isn't it? It's amazing, the little things in life.
But this isn't a little thing - it's ONE-HUNDRED THOUSAND WORDS! Never in my life have I written that many words in one document. With 11 font size and the Gisha font, plus a supercool chapter font called 'Leakage' that I downloaded. (I coloured it red so it looks like blood. Oooohhh, creepy . . .)
I'm going to celebrate with video games for the rest of the night, and of course because this is a post I'll be handing out a snippet of my story! Wootwoot! Or do you say it like W00tw00t? Or w0otwo0t? W0otw0ot? I don't know. I'm just whooting, okay?
Anyways, aside from the demented cheering and all that, I'm going to give you a super-ultra-top-secret-I-own-a-unicorn-and-it-lives-in-my-backyard snippet of my story that was written today! Call now and receive double your order! Just kidding.
Ceeelllabrate good times COME ON! (Budaduda-DADADA.) I was never good at writing lyrics . . .
Okay, here it is:
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“I have an idea!” Daniel shrieked as Kathryn poured herself a bowl of cereal. She glanced up at him and asked, “What is it?”

   It was the next morning, and we were getting ready for school. It was Kathryn’s day off, so she was still dressed in her pajamas. Otherwise Dylan, Daniel and I were all ready to go to school. That is, with empty stomachs, because we still hadn’t eaten breakfast yet, and considering all of us – including Kathryn – had slept in, it didn’t look like we were going to.

   I hadn’t forgotten about last night at all. If anything I couldn’t keep it out of my head. I didn’t know why I was so surprised and angry to find out that Dylan had been a murderer. I just was. Daniel, maybe I wouldn’t have been so hard on him if he burst out saying, “I was a murderer!” because he just fit the profile. He was smart and dumb at the same time, kind of like a killer. But Dylan? He was a genius. He seemed like one, which is a good trait of a killer. But he was so nice and caring and all that, I couldn’t get it through my head that he actually was a murderer. Plus the fact that he just told me last night after all this. That made things worse, because now I looked at him differently. Now he seemed like some sort of con to me.

   When I say ‘looked at him differently’, I meant it literally. I was glaring at him. And I never remembered glaring directly at Dylan.

   Dylan tapped his fingers uncomfortably on the island in an uneven beat, feeling my gaze lying heavily on him. Daniel still didn’t know about him yet. Emphasize yet.

   “Well, it took a sleepless night to come up with it, plus my pure awesomeness and my amazing smartness, but I think I came up with a good game plan in an emergency.” Daniel said, a hint of proud in his voice. Dylan watched as Kathryn poured milk into her bowl, his gaze fixed on anything but me as I stared. I tried not to make it obvious, but I threw ugly looks at him every time our eyes met. If he had told me earlier, fine. But a secret as big as being a freaking murderer made me a little angry, no matter what. Even though he wasn’t a murderer anymore, I felt offended that he wouldn’t tell us.

   “You were snoring by ten o’clock.” I said, and Daniel laughed. “Maybe I looked asleep,” He tapped his head. “But a million genius ideas were going through my noggin.”

   “Yeah, I’ll bet they were genius.” I muttered sarcastically with a lopsided grin. Daniel threw up his hands. “I never asked for criticism!” He exclaimed, and then cleared his throat. “Anyways, aside from that, I’ve come up with a genius plan.”

   “You already said that. Skip to it!” Kathryn urged, dumping a spoonful of cereal into her mouth. Daniel sighed. “Okay, okay. So I was thinking that, if in an immediate emergency, we pull the fire alarm.”

   “That’s your genius plan?” I asked. “An idiot would’ve come up with that.”

   “Then why hasn’t anyone else come up with it, then?” Daniel asked cleverly. I crossed my arms over my chest. “Because we aren’t idiots.”

   “You’re so funny.” Daniel said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

   Kathryn glanced up
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See? I told you it ended with the word 'up'! And I didn't even put a period behind it. I'm so horrible.
If only grandpa were here so I could tell him how far I've gotten. Love you, gramps <3