Dear diary,
I'm exhausted. With the amount of time and energy the job has stolen from me, I have barely any time to research on a way back.I learnt a few more things about you. You are an only child who's family is in China. You're 20 this year and is working at a local pub as a waiter.
"What about you? How old are you?" You had asked.
"I'm," I paused. I didn't know exactly what to answer. Technically, I wasn't born yet. "I'm 16."
"That's young," you had commented. I grimaced. "How badly did you screw up to get kicked out?"
I laughed and made up yet another lie. You smiled, too. It was a pretty smile, you should do it more.
YOU ARE READING
The Diary Of The Us No One Will Know Of
Historical FictionI don't wish to forget you... so I wrote 'us' in this book