I'm writing this account because not only have I never used a typewriter before, but I also don't have anyone to talk to. At least in Pleasantville, Jennifer and David had each other. All I have is me, myself and my faulty memory.
I keep going to sleep hoping: 'This will be the night! Tomorrow I'll wake up on my single mattress with the three broken planks in the middle and my rowdy neighbours that can't tell their left from their rights.' It won't be perfect, but it'll be the real world. Not this distorted version of reality.
This painting without paint.
This book without paper. Well, in my world there's a word for that. It's called an e-book. This world doesn't have an e-anything. I suppose it has an e-motional ending.
And I'm counting the days until it comes. I need to get out of here. I need to go home.
Camille Rey Easton
Note to self: If there's one thing I can't do, now more than ever, it's forget my name. I cannot forget my name.
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