A life with my baby villain

Days had passed like usual, but Cosette cherished each day. Even though they were the recurring events of waking up early to make lunch boxes, hitch a ride with Conrad to the bus stop, going to school, having lunch with Maxed and the girls — and their slightly growing number as some of their classmates also started bringing lunch boxes — and walking home with Maxen.

Cosette smiled as her eyes softened, gazing down at the diary she was writing. Ever since she started making lunch boxes, she decided to start a daily journal just in case she would leave this world. In that case, the real Cosette who would return could read it, hopefully.

"It's Friday again," she whispered, losing count of how many weeks she had been in the world of this novel. "It feels like I am actually back in my life."