My dearest Kitty,                   So, it's now officially the summer hols, and Tom has officially left Oundle; technically I'm a Sixth Former and I'm off to Hong Kong tomorrow. Life here is very dull, and I'm quite tired because I can't sleep properly at the moment.                   Still, nothing has changed since last entry, except that my skating has gone downhill (both figuratively and literally). You can probably tell that I'm quite hyper, but that's probably due to the glass of diet Coke that I've just drunk, which was, in retrospect, a stupid idea. In the mean time, I'm stuck at home being bored and getting mild highs out of various fizzy drinks. These are, however, a fairly decent way of getting my brain going and my writing style has, under the influence of these, somewhat changed. On the bright side, it means that my latest book (yes, I know you're fed up with all my silly books now) has been written entirely in the first person, even though I still don't know what to call my main character - but at least I've come up with a pen-name.                     I feel like a stalker; I can't help but check up on Hector. Even though I am, to him, a 'jerk' (and with good reason) it still makes me incredibly happy to find out that he is happy, and that makes me smile for days.                    I'm boring you again, Kitty, so I'll go away now and carry on learning the Rach. II (not going well, but I've only had it since Thursday)I'll write when I get back from Honkers (it's what Dad calls it - HK to most normal people)Ever yours,    Francesca (well, Chessie Darling for my latest book :) )P.S. Forgot to mention that 'it' happened recently, but it's healing up now and should be fine in a week. Dad saw and I told him I fell in a tree during Napton.