It was Tuesday after school and dance practice had just finished. I pushed open the door to the girls locker room and sat down on one of the benches. Once I'd caught my breath, I opened my locker door and started to take my clothes out. But my belongings weren't the only thing inside. There was a thick bronze notebook, it had a bookmark in it. Right on the cover said 'Kiki Clarkson's Diary'.
"Esme," I whispered, showing her the diary. "Why is this inside my locker?"
She took it out of my hand and gave it a quick look. "Um... I don't know of any Kiki Clarkson and I know everyone at this school."
"Well, should we turn it into the office?"
Esme's eyes widened when she read the bookmark. "Laur, it has your name on it."
She was right. Written on the black bookmark was my name, in a calligraphy type of style.
"Flip to the page," suggested Esme, as she packed her bag.
"Okay," I nodded, doing just that. There on the page was someone's writing, in glitter. It read:
Hello,
I see you're not fitting right into the dance team here at Moon Peak High. It's okay. Not everyone can. But I see potential in you, Lauren Shea-McCallister. After all, you're Amelia's step-sister.
But you can be more than just that, you know. You have the potential to be captain, a star, a legend. Someone everyone knows, as not just a sister to a popular girl. And I can help.
There are certain expectations members have to follow. I would know. I was on the team once. I'll help you fit in, I'll help you make friends, I'll help you succeed.
You just have to follow everything I say. Or else, it's likely you'll get kicked out. Just like I was. And you don't want that. So let me help you, Lauren.
Why? You might ask. Well, I don't want you to make the same mistakes I did. You deserve better. You deserve to be a queen. Queen of Moon Peak.
If you're interested, flip the page, and become someone everyone wants to know, and everyone wants to be.
Sincerely,
Kiki Clarkson
"So what does it say?" Esme asked, standing up. I quickly slammed the book shut, maybe a bit too aggressively.
"Oh, it has nothing to do with me," I fibbed. "Just... diary stuff that belongs to Kiki, I guess. I'll give it to the front desk."
I hated lying but I wanted to read it again, to think it through, privately.
Because everything I wanted... was written on this page.
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Jealousy, Jealousy (Part 2)
General FictionWith her New York City friend Connor in town, Amelia's life just gets more confusing. She's now caught between him and her former crush Noah. When Lauren tries something new, dance club, she finds herself tangled in a mystery. Someone is sending her...
