Hi everyone.

I know for a fact that no one reads this anymore, because uh. Yeah. Have you seen the cover? Or the description? God, I wouldn't touch this with a ten foot pole.

But I do have some things to say.

I'm not continuing this. I'm sure none of you are surprised. I haven't updated in years.

When I started this, I must've been in...fuck. I was right about to start eighth grade. If I'm being honest, I thought that no one would ever really see this. I think. I'm not sure. Look, I was a weird kid, okay?

When I began writing this, I had planned for Jane to be a self-insert. But as time went by, I slowly began to realize something: I was very, very gay. Guys. I had to look up 'how to make men hot' to make Millard appealing. Also, I was really depressed. I was, as the kids say, 'not doing well'. 

Anyways. I'm a junior in high school now. And now I'm a dude. I like men and women and everyone inbetween. I think. Don't quote me on any of that. Anywho, why is this intro here?

Because I want you all to know that even though this story will collect dust in my wattpad account for all the years to come, I won't be deleting this. This story was something incredibly important to me when I was in middle school and all of my writing following this will likely sound familiar to it in some way, shape or form. So I'm keeping it, like my ugly ass fifth grade yearbook photo where I had a bowl cut.

I planned this story out to minute details that I never ended up posting. If anyone wants said details or extra bits...Yeah. I'll post some of em.

But this story...it's such a dumb story. But it helped me through some really weird shit, and I hope it'll help someone else too.

Thanks everyone for all the support and shit. I love you all.

See you again someday,

Maria_Dawncaller

(Call me Jack.)