The Diary Swap

Challenge

(Whole story written in Venny's POV)

A DIARY SWAP!!! Jesus Gaga Fucking Christ, I am a genius.

It's been too long down here and I'm bored. That's all there is to it. I can inflict all sorts of pain on everyone here, but I never know what they feel. I know that Mr Gallant likes to be whipped, but that's it.

I collected nine empty, leather-bound diaries and made my way down to the dining room for dinner.

Everyone sat down in their usual seats, giving the books skeptical looks, to which I smirked at.

"Good evening everyone," I greeted them unusually, just to confuse them more.

"Good evening Ms Venable," my favourite purple y/n smiled at me. Y/n was a very young girl, only fourteen, and should have died in the apocalypse. As awful as that sounds, it would've been better for her than having to live through it and suffer everyday.

"Tonight, I am setting a challenge for us all," I slammed my hand down on the books, making everyone jump back to attention, "we have been down here for a year and a half and tomorrow, it is the first of the month. I am giving you each a diary. After everyday, you are to write in it. On the first of next month, we will anonymously swap them and read them aloud to the group. I'm sure we all have similar views on our... situation. But we never talk about them. So here's your chance to tell us," and with that, I handed everyone a book.

"Ms Venable?" Y/n asked quietly.

"Yes?"

"How will we know whose diary we get?"

"We won't,"

"Oh,"

For the rest of dinner, people were talking about what they would put in their diaries. We would hear it all anyway eventually but it was still interesting to hear a little bit of information about them.

I never mixed with the purples much. I knew Timothy and Emily were probably together. Coco and Gallant were close. Evie was Gallant's grandmother and Dinah was Andre's Mother and then there was y/n. Sweet, baby
y/n, who I just wanted to protect with my whole being. She was often alone or on the outer edge of a conversation, with not many people ever even asking if she was OK.

I talked to her in the halls if I was worried she was upset or scared, but I never went to her room and she never came to find me and most of the time, she told me she was just bored.

Y/n was staring blankly at her diary, being avoided by everyone else in the room and my heart stung a little for her.

"Ms l/n?" I said gently, but so she could hear me.

"Yes Ms Venable?" She smiled.

"Are you OK?"

"Yes thank you,"

"You looked a little lost, was all," I smiled back slightly.

"No I'm fine. But thank you for asking," and then she looked at her book again. I had to make sure I got her diary.