The Fictional Diaries

by Amara2

Just when you've found a balance of sorts, you find out that, strictly speaking, YOU DON'T EXIST. [chapters 10 and 11 now uploaded]

10. Tick. Tock.

The Fictional Diaries or My Life in La-La Land

Tick.

Tock.

Tick.

Tock.

Where'd time go? Does it even exist anymore?

Tick.

Tock.

Can't the day end already? Does Mr. Gianini have to drone for the rest of eternity?

I shouldn't talk about my stepfather like that.

Tick.

GOD!

Tock.

Nobody around to talk to. No Lilly to call. No Boris to snub. No Michael to dream about—well, I can still dream about him, but he hasn't done much for the past few (days? weeks? months? how long has it been?). I even miss talking to Kenny.

Tick.

Tock.

Tick.

Tock.

I think I'm going to go write another novel for Meg Cabot.