The Diary Swap

Book 6

Evie stood up and opened the leather book, looking around the room and the residents around the table.

"This is some neat writing, dear Lord," she smiled at the book slightly.

"You may start," I stated and she cleared her throat.

"Dear Diary,

Today, I was going to talk to that young girl, I don't know her name, but she's one of us purples and seems lonely. But half way to meeting her, I stopped and turned around again, scared I would upset her and make the leader kill me.

I've noticed the leader is quite protective over the girl. I understand, of course. She's a very young person, only twelve years old when the bombs dropped. A tall, pretty girl completely drowning in the evil the world holds, if only someone could pull her out.

This must be extremely traumatic for her. Bless her heart, even the dresses are too big for her, I've noticed she's had to tie them around herself to prevent them from falling down.

She seems very calm about this situation though, a little concerning when you think about what her life might have been if this doesn't bother her.

I'd love to talk to her, to get to know her. Even just knowing her name would be nice. Well, maybe another day.

Goodnight"

"Who wrote it?"

"It was me," Dinah stood up and smiled at y/n.

Y/n also stood up and walked round to meet Dinah, who hugged her close.

They still didn't know her name. That was weird.

"Ms Gallant, you may sit down," I looked to Evie.

"Ms l/n would you like to read your book?" I smiled to her.

"Yes Ms Venable," she grinned and walked back to Emily, who was handing her the book.

I realised no one had probably heard y/n's name before, because I always called her "Ms l/n" and they never spoke to her.