Rebels VS. Rebellion: Book Two: Chapter One: Warnings and Packing Up
Agent Dymin Washington Cherin was having the most rotten day. She had to pack up all of the things her parents, grandma and sister put on a list because the felt that she needed some punishment. Her parents, sister and grandma were going to San Francisco. Without her. Dymin had seen The Golden Gate Bridge up close and personal but going to go see more monuments without her was crossing the line. The only up-side that she ever has when they are on vacation is that she gets $2,000 in cash and a pass to go on the computer 24/7. Not to mention not going to school for three weeks. They would be gone for almost a month which left Dymin excited and scared.
After the incident online a few years back, she decided to stay clear of reviewing fanfictions for as long as possible. The deadline would be soon but at least not that day. As she led her dry finger down the screen of the iPod Touch, her eyed moved swiftly across the confusing bunch of words. She stopped at the last story on that page and was about to go onto the next until she read the summary carefully, not wanting to trip on any words.
Join us. We are The Undeniable Terrors, helpers of FanFiction.Net, wanting to give you an opportunity to become famous. We want to give you a chance at becoming one of the must famous authors in the world. Click on the title and see for yourself.
Must be some trolls, Dymin thought. Just to make sure that she wasn’t wrong and the sake of being curious, she clicked on the link to the story.
So you decided to go for your opportunity young author, it read. All you need to do to become famous is to private message us your story and we will publish it BUT, you need too fill out this form:
Real Name:
Address:
House Phone: …
It went on like that for a while. It felt like those people were stalking the FanFiction authors. She clicked on the button that lead to reviews and they went like this:
Anonymous Reviewer:
What can you do if you do not have an account?
This is against the TOS. Reported for an Authors Note and stalking kids
The rest of the reviews were most of the authors complaining about why they didn’t get the opportunity to become one of the most loved authors.
Dymin inserted the earphones into her iPod Nano. Should I use my old account and sign up? I could make up some fake stuff… I might as well try for once. And Dymin did. After finishing up the profile, she sent it to them in a PM and went back to work. After twenty minutes, she had finished her sister’s bag and now she only needed her grandmas. Her grandma would let her take a break before doing her luggage so she went into the inbox and found that they had responded right at that second she finished. Dymin clicked on it and saw something that she would have never, ever expected.
We will not accept you. You are the person that started, The Rebels. No rebel against us flamers should be accepted here. You will leave FanFiction.Net in three days with your group of so called, “agents.” Two have started a war on here that cannot be ended. You will leave or else we will come find you. Not with the fake address you gave us. But with your real one. We know that your name is not, Agent Dymin Washington Cherin. It is, Jaz Abby Pain. You will be revealed to all. We can start a rebellion too you know. And we will if we have too. Leave now if chosen. ~P.A.N. II
Dymin buried her head in her hands. What will I do, she asked herself. And if I don’t leave, who will protect me while I am going to be killed by another rebellion?
Agent Dymin Washington Cherin was having the most rotten day. She had to pack up all of the things her parents, grandma and sister put on a list because the felt that she needed some punishment. Her parents, sister and grandma were going to San Francisco. Without her. Dymin had seen The Golden Gate Bridge up close and personal but going to go see more monuments without her was crossing the line. The only up-side that she ever has when they are on vacation is that she gets $2,000 in cash and a pass to go on the computer 24/7. Not to mention not going to school for three weeks. They would be gone for almost a month which left Dymin excited and scared.
After the incident online a few years back, she decided to stay clear of reviewing fanfictions for as long as possible. The deadline would be soon but at least not that day. As she led her dry finger down the screen of the iPod Touch, her eyed moved swiftly across the confusing bunch of words. She stopped at the last story on that page and was about to go onto the next until she read the summary carefully, not wanting to trip on any words.
Join us. We are The Undeniable Terrors, helpers of FanFiction.Net, wanting to give you an opportunity to become famous. We want to give you a chance at becoming one of the must famous authors in the world. Click on the title and see for yourself.
Must be some trolls, Dymin thought. Just to make sure that she wasn’t wrong and the sake of being curious, she clicked on the link to the story.
So you decided to go for your opportunity young author, it read. All you need to do to become famous is to private message us your story and we will publish it BUT, you need too fill out this form:
Real Name:
Address:
House Phone: …
It went on like that for a while. It felt like those people were stalking the FanFiction authors. She clicked on the button that lead to reviews and they went like this:
Anonymous Reviewer:
What can you do if you do not have an account?
This is against the TOS. Reported for an Authors Note and stalking kids
The rest of the reviews were most of the authors complaining about why they didn’t get the opportunity to become one of the most loved authors.
Dymin inserted the earphones into her iPod Nano. Should I use my old account and sign up? I could make up some fake stuff… I might as well try for once. And Dymin did. After finishing up the profile, she sent it to them in a PM and went back to work. After twenty minutes, she had finished her sister’s bag and now she only needed her grandmas. Her grandma would let her take a break before doing her luggage so she went into the inbox and found that they had responded right at that second she finished. Dymin clicked on it and saw something that she would have never, ever expected.
We will not accept you. You are the person that started, The Rebels. No rebel against us flamers should be accepted here. You will leave FanFiction.Net in three days with your group of so called, “agents.” Two have started a war on here that cannot be ended. You will leave or else we will come find you. Not with the fake address you gave us. But with your real one. We know that your name is not, Agent Dymin Washington Cherin. It is, Jaz Abby Pain. You will be revealed to all. We can start a rebellion too you know. And we will if we have too. Leave now if chosen. ~P.A.N. II
Dymin buried her head in her hands. What will I do, she asked herself. And if I don’t leave, who will protect me while I am going to be killed by another rebellion?