A dustland faerietale

Rika's come back. It's sick, but I'm relieved. I'm so damn caught up in this place that it's starting to feel like home. Probably because I've got nothing to go back to. Nothing good anyway. I mean there's Corny and maybe Roiben, but making out doesn't mean we're dating or anything. I want to, I, really want to, but I don't even know if it would work out or anything.

Then there's Ellen and grandmom. There's no damn way grandmom's going to take me being some freak well. I don't think I can ever tell her. And Ellen, I doubt she'd ever forgive me. I mean I'm not ... I'm not me I guess. I'm not Kaye Fierch. I'm some nameless faerie that took Kaye Fierch's face and life.

I'm going to miss Christmas again. I'm going to miss it and they're not even going to know. I guess this is what it's going to be like from now on. I really ... wish someone from home were here.