“The Chronicles of Enishi”
Mellie looked down disdainfully at the old binder in her lap. The front flap was a Bleach calendar, crafted by her hand in an older version of Microsoft Publisher when she was 12. She couldn’t believe how much of an anime spazz she used to be. But that had nothing on the contents inside.
“Buuuuurn it,” whispered the inner critic in Mellie’s ear. “Buuuuurn it.”
She shooed Shimizu away as she took a steadying breath. It wasn’t that bad. Well, it wasn’t good but it wasn’t that bad.
“You’re lying to yourself,” the inner critic muttered like an evil gremlin.
She shushed him as she opened the binder. In between the off white outer cover was a good hundred notebook pages. Each page was covered from top to bottom in chicken scratch handwriting etched in pencil. A good deal most was rendered illegible by pencil smudges but even with years writ large on the fragile yellowing pages, she
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