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~Shayna's Pov (Shayna is the author)~

*looks at readers*

"H-hi, readers!" I try to force a smile. It's just a little hard giving people bad news. Especially when they are starting right at me like a hulk ready to strike. "Spit it out!" One reader yells. *sighs* people these days.

"Well you see... I'm not writing the next chapter till... tomorrow" I hesitantly tell them. I wait for the booing. To my utter shock no one starts to 'boo!' at me. Causing me to sigh in relief.

"Any questions?" I ask the readers.

"Why aren't you writing a chapter today?" A girl asks.

I put on my best fake smile. It's time to tell them why I have delayed the first chapter... please don't get to mad! I think to myself. "Well, um, I kind of started another book," I hate to sound nervous in front of people.

"What book could take up your today?" A random reader asked, obviously annoyed.

"My new book is called 'Creation'. It's a cyborg story. In the future there's humans and robots as the main races. You're either a robot or a human. They don't like cyborgs because it's dangerous," I inform the readers.

The readers nod their heads in understanding. I smile for real this time because they understand. Sadly I have a few more things to say.

"First off; I don't want no hate comments," I say.

"But you've got no hate comments yet!" A guy yells.

"It's amazing that I haven't gotten any yet, but I just want to remind you guys that hate takes up to much of your kind hearts. So long story short, don't go spreadin your hate. Anyway, if you don't like a story don't read it!"

"Next thing I want to say is I will post a chapter every Monday's and Thursday's," with that I drop the microphone.

"Since when was there a microphone?" A reader asks.

I smile widely, "I'm the author. I have power over my books. So if I wanted a microphone to suddenly appear, then a microphone will appear." With that being said I walk out of the room.

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