Clandestine: Rising

Chapter 3: Like it was yesterday

Her diary was a soft pink with a lilac bow on the spine and the words I'M AWESOME AND I KNOW IT on the front in silver. It also had a lock and not one of those cheapie locks you could open with basically anything, but an actual mini lock she had bought from a hardware store to replace the plastic lock it had come with. One she needed a key for. Which might as well have been in Atlantis; she'd have a higher chance of finding the mythical city than the key. So she was trying to pick the lock with a bobby pin, to no avail and with increasing frustration. It worked in spy films! The bobby pin broke, thankfully not in the lock, before she gave up and tried actually looking for the key.

Anne frantically scratched through her bedside drawer, praying she would find something useful - like another key, maybe she could trick the lock into opening? Instead, she found a pocket knife hiding amongst her hair ties and bookmarks. A pocket knife! Why on earth did she have a knife next to her bed? Was she expecting to be attacked?

There were pliers on it, so technically it was a multi-tool but Anne did not care for the correct terms of tools and weapons.

She used the small needle-nosed pliers to break the shackle of the lock and she grinned as she closed the multi-tool. It was almost like past her knew she would have to break open her diary to uncover her memories or something. Anne snorted at the thought and opened the little book to the first page. She sighed, she'd been doing a lot of that lately, she recognised the page and vividly remembered writing it. In her mind, it was from the beginning of this week, although she knew that not to be true. She ploughed on and disappeared through the window to her past that the diary pages provided. Dreading what she would find.

20 August, Monday

Dear Diary

Today was infuriating.

Why you might ask?

Well, one, it's Monday.

Two - during Reg. class, Mrs Binns went off at me for copying another student's essay, in front of the ENTIRE class. BUT i didn't even copy it, plus why would i copy Saisha Porkridges work? She is hardly the best bio student, just a massive suck up so Mrs Binns likes her.

Ugh, favouritism. Makes me sick.

Plus I handed in my essay first, a whole day before Porky Saisha. We don't even sit next to each other or have exchanged a single word. Nope, not even a hello. She isn't social at all, keeps to herself, has no friends and I think she doesn't want to have friends actually - people have tried I'm sure. She also eats glue. Total weirdo i know.

SO yeah I had to fight back against my rat of a teacher. (I won) ;)

Then during break, someone ran into me and my hot chips fell on the floor, I tried to save them but alas it made things worse.

The person didn't even apologise!!! Like bruh you don't mess with a person's food and then just leave. I was fuming. Evee, bless her soul, shared some of her chips with me and my sour mood disappeared. For a bit anyway because afterwards I was feeling queasy and had a huge headache but I didn't tell her that, she would get upset. The rotten cherry on top of it all though was fainting during geography and we were starting astronomy today!! :(

AKa the section I had been looking forward to for the ENTIRE YEAR.

Also, I have this strange rash on my arms and neck now, it's not really itchy or sore and the weirdest part of it all was that I was not the only one. They think it's some infectious disease that has broken out in our school, something like ringworm or shingles.

One "bright" individual suggested that maybe it was some suped-up head lice infection. Majority agreed. My classmates really do concern me sometimes and they want to be doctors, most of them. I would send only my worst enemies to get treated by them.