The Joys And Pains Of Writing Fanfiction

Chapter Two - The Interview

"I can't do this!" I exclaim, falling onto my bed. My chest is tight, It feels like I have a ton of bricks on top of me. My neck itches and I can't stop scratching it.

"Yes you can!" Becca insists, sitting on the bed next to me.

"You should of heard the list of questions Julia and her crew have for me. I hope other people log in because I have no idea how I'm going to answer all of her questions." I scratch my neck.

"Stop it! Or I'm going to make you wear mittens. You are going to scratch yourself raw."

"I can't help it! It itches." I scratch it again. Becca swats my hand away.

"I bought my laptop so I can ask questions too." She pulls it out of her bag.

"Great thinking," I admit.

She smiles, "it pays to have a genius for a besty, huh?"

"A modest one too!" I joke.

"I think you should sign in and see how many people are milling around."

"It's only nine thirty!"

"So? Besides if they see you are there it'll pump them up."

"I don't think I want to get them excited. It's bad enough I have to do this at all," I say.

"Did you see how many comments you received on your announcement? You should of done this ages ago," Becca says.

I hate to admit it, and I never will out loud, but she's right. The response to my post was phenomenal. So many of my readers commented about how excited they were, how they couldn't wait, and they would be there. The last time I checked Wattpad, three thousand people commented on it. And the views were astronomical.

Not to mention that the whole school was buzzing about it all week long. Julia and her friends list of questions were unbelievable, but other girls that I overheard talking throughout the day also made a list. It is quite flattering to secretly know that everyone loves my stories. And that's just the people I know. I'm sure there are lots of other readers who will be logging in tonight for the interview.

"Evie!" My mom yells from downstairs.

"What?" I yell back.

"Come here please."

I sigh, standing up from my chair. I have ten minutes until the interview starts. "I'll be right back."

I jog down the stairs, fixing my messy bun, I secure the band around my brown hair.

"Yes?" I go into the kitchen.

"Hi honey, what are you doing?" Mom asks.

"Becca is over, we're just hanging out in my room." My mom doesn't know I write on Wattpad, I don't think she'd mind, I just never told her.

"Okay, are you hungry? I was going to fix myself something to eat."

"No, we might order a pizza later."

Mom sighs. "How was your day?"

I try not to roll my eyes. Ever since my parents got a divorce my mom tries to be more involved in my life. When my dad left, he told her it's because she was never around or part of our lives. I could kill him for telling her that, because mom works hard to make sure we have the things we want and need. I have always been close to her. Now that dad is gone and shacking up with Carol, he's the one that is never available. I think his excuse was just that, an excuse. I think he was seeing Carol before he left mom but instead of admitting it, like a real man would, he blamed her, making mom feel insecure about herself and the way she parents.