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Whee! So, it's the end of day two in NaNoWriMo. Anyone reading this will know what I'm talking about, unless they randomely stumbled upon my journal... so I don't feel the need to explain what NaNoWriMo is. Look it up if you don't know.

So, I have officially just reached 1,673 words. I'm doing pathetically, I know. Granted, I got all of those words in exactly 24 hours. Which is pretty good, seeing as I was at school all day.

I really hoping to triple that count tomorrow, as I'll have 2 hours of writer's guild after school, which means two hours of writing =D
That's been my biggest challenge so far, having time.

Anyway, as my first chapter is finished, and I'm a little way into my second, I've decided to post an exerpt =O
I'm not gonna give a plot summary... but I don't really think you'll need one for this.

“Memories remain. Wipeout Unsuccessful.” He said rather quickly, seeming to look everywhere but me. His scary person was gone. He’d seemed purposeful before, but he just looked as if he didn’t know what to do with himself. A reply crackled back, barely decipherable to me, though he seemed to understand just fine. His sense of purpose was back, and my combination of confusion and fear increased. I was shaking, and I got a sinking feeling in my stomach. Something bad was going to happen. Well, bad beyond being kidnapped in the first place. The door opened again, and swift footsteps crossed the room. Into my line of sight came another man, this one very young. He had pale blond hair, cropped to just above his ears. In contrast, his eyes were a deep brown, almost black. He had a smile on his face, a cruel smile.
“Model zero one three unresponsive to reset.” The old man stated, a disappointed tone in his voice. Even he seemed slightly intimidated by the younger man. That was the point at which I pushed the fear back and decided to seem at least slightly above being pathetic.
“What the hell is going on here?” I snapped, letting a certain amount of anger fuel my words, stopping my voice from shaking. The older man shot me a warning glance (which I of course ignored) and the younger man merely smirked. I fixed a glare on him.
“Someone as smart as you should’ve at least half figured it out by now. We’re reprogramming you.” He stated, his tone cold and mocking.
“You can’t reprogram a person.” I replied, just as cocky as he.
“Well I guess its just my luck that you aren’t a person.” I was about to protest to this, but he carried on, his voice very ‘matter-of-fact.’ “R.A.E. Model zero one three, or Robot with Artificial Emotion model thirteen.” He waited a moment, probably relishing in the dramatic silence. “You’re a robot. You’re fake. Your whole life has been a lie.”

So, I'm not entirely proud of what I have so far... but that's what December is for: editing. =D

Well, I do believe I've stalled enough, I should get back to writing.
Comment Please!

Oh yes, before I do so: I mini-rant on the stupidity of my mind.
So, last night, I was working of course on my NaNoWriMo entry, and a whole new idea strikes me. So, I scrap what I had and start over.
HOW COULD I LET MYSELF DO SUCH A THING?!
It seriously frustrates me. Though I am loving the story I'm transferred to. =]
Mmk, mini rant over.