Alright. I know I promised you guys Homecoming. sorry, that's not going to be happening for at least a week.
I don't usually do this, but I saved Homecoming on a Flash Drive and not my computer, and then I lost the flash drive! So I'm either going to find the USB drive or writing it from scratch. Hopefully the former.
So, in my frustration, I had Rose lose the diary. It gives me something to put up so you guys won't mutiny against me, and I get out a teeny timey bit of frustration.
Okay, now that that's over with, small note that has nothing to do with the chapter. The below quote has nothing to do with the chapter, it's just a quote that pertains to time and Doctor Who.
Enjoy!
~Aubrey
The Doctor: People don't understand time. It's not what you think it is.
Sally: Then what is it?
The Doctor: Complicated.
Sally: Tell me.
The Doctor: Very complicated.
Sally: I'm clever, and I'm listening, and don't patronize me because people have died and I'm not happy. Tell me.
The Doctor: People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect... but actually, from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, it's more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly... timey-wimey... stuff.
Chapter 10: Losing the Diary
Two weeks later, I finally found the time to read again. Homework, stuck-up girls, and a school speech contest had kept me extremely stretched with not much free time. Problem number one: my sister. She was whining constantly, driving me up the wall. I understood how she felt, I wanted to go back to New York too, but could she be any louder about it?
The other problem? I lost the diary. I was stupid, idiotic, and not paying attention and I stuck it somewhere. Now I have only myself to blame for the fact I can't find it. I had searched and searched relentlessly, but the stupid book eluded me. Why hadn't I paid more attention when I had set it down two weeks ago?
I sighed and glared at the mirror hanging beside my closet. Why was I so obsessed with the diary? I knew I wasn't the Rose in the thing, so why was I so absorbed in it? Maybe because it was an interesting, if heartbreaking story. Maybe because underneath all our differences, I still saw myself in the girl. I don't know.
It was now approaching February. Winter here was much better than winter in New York. Perhaps it was because Hong Kong is further south than New York. At any rate, I was still only wearing long sleeved shirts maybe once a week.
I had finally caught up with my classmates and spoke Chinese more fluently. I had many friends in school and around the apartment. I stopped having weird dreams, and I had just finished my assigned reading for the term. Despite all these successes, I was still not happy and satisfied. Why? Because that stupid little journal lay on my bed unfinished. And now, when I actually had time to read, it had disappeared.
I ran my hand through my hair and sat on my bed, groaning. Of all times for me to lose something…
I'd just have to upend my room. It's not like I haven't done it before, after all.
Sorry it's so short. I have got to find my flash drive.
Cheerios!
~Aubrey