Casey- 9/1/14
"You have to write; too much happens and soon we'll have to skip a bunch of life events again." Luna moaned, rolling over on the couch and looking at me upside-down.
"I'll write when she does." I said, pinning bugs to a board for an entomology project.
She groaned again. "She'll never write; she can't read your mind, you know. You have to tell her you want an answer every time you post, and then you have to be patient because she has more of a life than we do."
"If I didn't have a life there would be nothing to write about."
"Good point."
"I'll tell her what happens once she's written, no sooner, no later."
She sighed. "This is boring."
I shrugged.
YOU ARE READING
A Continuation of The Journals Nobody Reads
Teen FictionLots of time had passed. Go over to Kaiorough's account to read the chunks we wrote if you care that much. This isn't really an official story.
