My Evil Stepmother, The Comedic Terror

Previously

…I retreated quickly, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs. The ‘Silence of the Sprites’ was over. The symphony of strange had taken a decidedly darker, more personal turn. The diary, once a source of mere bewilderment, had become a weapon, a burden, a terrifyingly intimate window into the mind of my tormentor. And I, Alex, the resilient, observant, anxious child, now held a secret that could shatter the carefully constructed world of Seraphina, the comedic terror. The question was, what would happen when that world inevitably came crashing down?