After spending much needed, quality free time reading fictions from a variety of different subjects (HiE, Gore, Slice of Life, ect.) I've somewhat gained an altered prospective on Fictions in general.

In saying this, I believe my story 'Making Friends and So Much More' is... well... I can't really explain it in words so here's what I'd do if I had the only copy with me:

Lock it in a safe made out of the hardest material available and destroy the key, give the safe to a colossal golem and have it roam the deepest pits of Taturus for all of eternity.

In all seriousness, with what I had planned for the story, would have ended in a complete train wreck, which is why I shall be deleting it.

For those of you who are upset with the news, I apologize sincerely.

But don't fret, I shall write a new story, BUT (and this is a pretty big 'but') I'm unsure of when this story is going to be written and how often it's going to be updated, due to this being my last year of high school.

And again I apologize.