Hey everybody! Disclaimer: I only own myself. I do not own Lord Loss; he is the property of Darren Shan!

(Different characters from different books will be featured!)

The Girl in Love with Fiction

Chapter One- Lord Loss

Dear Diary,

Today I found out that I passed my English exam. It was a piece of cake, really. All I had to do was review the book "Lord Loss" by Darren Shan. I really wish the book was real..I wish Lord Loss was real, and Grubbs, and Dervish, and Bill-E, and demons, and magic, and werewolves...but I just have to face reality.

My friend Lisa had a dentist appointment, so I was alone at lunchtime. I wrote a blog entry in my writing jotter, which I've just posted. I really like blogging, but nobody bothers with it.

I tapped the diary thoughtfully for a moment, thinking what else to write. "Oh screw it." I chucked the diary under my bed and settled back into my cushion, watching Chicago on my TV. It was one of my favourite scenes, where Richard Gere's character pretends Roxie Hart is a puppet, and controls what she's saying.

As I sing along in delight, somebody knocks on the door. "I'm busy." I yell. They knock again. "I'm watching a film, I'll wash up later!" They knock again. "Oh for the love of Larten! Go away! I'm busy! I DO NOT WANT TO BE DISTURBED!"

The door opens, and I gasp. It's not my mum or dad. It's not anybody I know. Well, I sort of know them. For you see, the somebody who knocked on my door was known other than-

"LORD LOSS!" I squeal and spring off my bed. There he is, the tall, floating, blood oozing, snake-hearted demon master! "You're real! It's all real! Oh my god, I've never been happier in my whole life! Oh my god, I want to hug you!" So I do hug him. It's sort of like hugging somebody covered in honey.

"Greetings, Rachael." His drawls in his deep, sorrowful voice. I squeal loudly, and pull him into my room. His head hits my light (I call it the cancer light-long story).

I pause the TV, right at the part where Billy Flynn makes Roxie smile. I grin up at Lord Loss, and brandish my book. "Look! I'm a massive fan!" I jump up and down. "Can I get an autograph?"

Lord Loss smiles sadly. "Oh, I-"

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING UP THERE, YOU'RE GOING TO BRING THE ROOF DOWN!" My dad bellows from downstairs. I hear him storm up the stairs.

"Shit shit shit." I mutter darkly, then look at Lord Loss. I stop. He's not there. "Hey!" I bark. "Where'd you go?"

My dad bursts into my room, and flicks the light on. "RACHAEL!" He bellows. "What the hell are you doing?"

I give an innocent smile. "Dancing...to...ummm...Evita...in my...head..." I grab my iPod (Swablu) and put the earphones in. "Yeah, that's good dance music!" I falter, then shrug. "Sorry."

My dad sighs. "Well, stop it, your mum's not very well, and she needs peace and quiet, not a loony dancing to imaginary music." He shuts my bedroom door, and I collapse on to my bed.

"What just happened?"

TO BE CONTINUED!