The Diary Thief

Chapter 1

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Mackenzie Ashford

Beep, Beep, Beep. 6:45 A.M. My groaning filled the room. Today wasn't even a school day, but now I have to get up because I won't be able to go back to sleep. I mentally slapped myself so hard I think my brain broke off the stem.
I glanced at myself in my body mirror hanging on the back of my door grimacing at my reflection.
Ew. My blonde hair that was once in a neat ponytail before I went to bed was now sticking to my face where my drool crusted over. My left eye was pink and I couldn't blink a lot. I decided to clean my ratchet self up.
Marching myself to the shower I pulled off my monkey pajamas. The warm water cascaded down my body making a great amount of relief and cleanliness wash over me. Finally after I was done, I dried myself off and got dressed in a simple sweater and leggings with socks and throwing my hair in an attempt to make a messy bun. As I was picking up my used towels I, noticed a neon green cover flash in the corner of my eye.
Turning my attention to this green cover, it was the diary I have been writing all my feelings in lately. I threw the towels on my bed and quickly made my way over to the desk. Shanking, I opened the diary grabbed a purple pen and started writing.
Dear diary, Today my freaking alarm clock woke me up at 6:45 A.M. Oh, and I kind of like this severely attractive boy in my school.. his name is Tate. He just acts like I don't exist and he lives NEXT DOOR!!! He's kind of a man-whore but his six pack totally makes up for it. Well, goodnight diary. Sincerely, Mack
I was fatigued already and my clock read, 7:23 A.M. My lovely bed here I come. I dived into my bed and threw my sweater to the side leaving me in my panda bra.

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I was woken up by the noises of rustling and pure darkness. I looked over at my clock which read, 2:30 A.M. Whoa, I slept that long? I questioned myself. All of a sudden I saw a teenage boy figure standing in my room holding a book, which made me yank my light on. "TATE?!" I screamed my eyes popping out of my head. "DYLAN! I've got the diary dude!!" He smirked at me winking while my face turned highly red with anger. I yanked my blankets off and ran to grab him by the shirt but he slipped out of the window before I had a chance.
I recognized the two boys who gave each other a high five. Tate had my diary in one hand and smacking Dylan's with the other. I recognized both the boys.. but what I didn't recognize was that I wasn't wearing a shirt so my panda bra was fully noticeable. "What the hell guys?!" I gritted my teeth together spatting the words at them through the window. Dylan looked up and smirked so wide his dimples popped out, "Calm down, sweet tart." I glarred at them both, "Give. Me. My. Diary. Back. Now." I was furious. Tate had a glistening in his eyes. "Come and get it babe. " Babe. "No! Are you crazy?!" I widened my eyes. "Oh, Tate she's just to scared to come down because she's a girl and girls are cowards." That was it. I started climbing down the vine on my wall. "You know it's sad when the game you play has more balls than you." I spat. I heard Tate cat call while I was still climbing down. Dylan's eyes roamed my chest when I jumped off the vine and turned their way. "What?" I questioned dumbfounded. Tate cleared his throat and tried to make eye contact but his eyes automatically fell back onto my chest. "What th-" I looked down and noticed the bra. "Oh my god!!" I quickly covered up my chest hiding my self which left behind a set of very sad teenage boys. "Now give me my diary back so we can both go our separate ways." I begged reaching for my diary. He just lifted his arms higher. "YOU IDIOT!!!" I squealed in horrible frustration. Tate just smirked and held the diary higher in the air. "Babe, I wouldn't give it back even if you stripped," He winked at me, "But be my guest it would be a great show." I gave him a look of disgust, "I hate you." He put his free hand to his chest pretending to be hurt. "That's not what your diary says." he once again smirks and winks at me. I blush in embarrassment and Dylan chuckles. "I hate you Tate C. Serom and Dylan G. Nither." They both mocked, "Believe us, Mackenzie S. Ashford the feeling is quiet mutual. " Their thick Australian accent hiding their childish play.
"So help me god Tate, I will kick you in the little area you call your 'manhood.'" I hissed my fists at my sides. Tate smirked, "Babe, Dylan and I both know, that you should like to see what's in my pants. We all know everything about me is attractive." I through my head back and laughed so hard my face looked like a tomato. Tate was sort of right he was good looking. The way his blonde hair was perfect on his head. Or how his muscles buffed through his shirt and his crystal blue eyes bored into mine. Tate just rolled his eyes and looked back at me.
"You aren't getting this back till everyone knows what's in it babe." Tate said in a sickeningly sweet. And that's when I lost it. I kicked him right in the groin, making him lower his height on my diary and allowing me to just be able to grab it. I turned to run but, Dylan had suddenly thrown his phone and tackled me. "RAPE!!!! DYLAN LET ME GO YOU ASS!!!" I screamed bloody murder. "Shh, just give me the diary and no one gets hurt." Dylan whispered. "Never!" I spazzed putting the diary in my pants. Dylan raised an eyebrow which was soon followed with an evil smirk.
"Don't think just because it's in your pants that I won't get it because I will," He chuckled. My face turned red with embarrassment. "Hey, T. Litte M over here wants us to reach in her pants so she used the diary for us to do it as an excuse." Tate smirked now recovered. "Don't.You.Dare.Go.In.My.Pants." I growled venom dripping off my words.
Tate walked over still holding himself and limping. "Fine, we will have to get something else and your diary, for the crap you've been putting us through cutie." Tate chucked and Dylan soon joined in. My eyes just widened. All of a sudden I felt my bra being unclipped and Tate reaching into my pants and grabbing the diary. I kicked and screamed and held my chest before standing up. I stood up to see, Tate holding my diary, and Dylan holding my favorite bra. I could already see my face turning beat red and the boys smirking so wide both their defined chins moving. "THATS IT." I screamed. Dylan tried to hold back his laughter while Tate opened my diary. I started climbing back up the vine before I heard the boys try to follow me up. I climbed faster. "This is harassment. And harassment is against the law!!" I was only stating the facts. Tate's deep voice repleied, "Babe, we both know you love it." I finally made it up to my window and quickly threw clothes on before they came up.
Dylan was the first one through the window and Tate was second and what they did next embaressed me to the point of death.

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Hey, loves.

I just wanted to say I am going to have a middle name guessing for all three of these characters for now lets see if you can guess it. I'll update next month.

Love you all