One Night That Changes Everything

Chapter One

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7:00 p.m.
I lose everything. Keys, my wallet, Money, library books. People don't even take it seriously anymore. Like when I lost the hundred dollars my grandma gave me for back to school shopping, my mom didn't blink an eye. She was all "Oh Valerie, you should have given it to me to hold on to." and she just went on with her day.

I try not to realm stress out about it anymore. I mean, the things I lose eventually show up. And if they don't, I can always replace them.

Except for my purple notebook. My purple notebook is completely totally irreplaceable. It's not like I can just march into the Apple store and buy another one. Which is why it totally figures that after five years of keeping very close tabs on it (Five years! I've never done anything consistently for five years!) I've lost it.

"What are you doing?"  My best friend Emily asks. She's sitting at my computer in the corner of my room, dming with her cousin Gaby.

Emily showed up at nine o'clock this morning, with a huge bag of
Cheetos and a six pack of Dr. Pepper.

"I'm ready to party," she announced when I opened my front door. Then she pushed past me and marched up to my room.

I tried to point out that it was too early to be up on a Saturday, but Emily didn't care because: (a) she's a morning person and (b)  she thought e weekend needed to start ASAP, since my parents are away for the night, and she figured we should maximize the thirty six hour window of their absence.

"I'm looking for something," I say from under my bed. My body is shoved halfway under, rooting around through the clothes, papers, ands books that have somehow managed under here since the last time I cleaned. Which was you know, months ago. My hand brushes against something wet and hard. Hmmm

"What could you possibly be looking for?" She asks. "We have everything we need right here."

"If you're referring to the Cheetos," I say, "I'm sorry, but I think I'm going to need a little more than that."

"No one," Emily declares "needs more than Cheetos." She takes one out of the bag and slides it into her mouth, chewing delicately.

Emily is from the south, and for some reason, when she moved here a couple of years ago, she'd never had Cheetos. We totally bonded over them one day in the cafeteria,and ever since then, we've been inseparable. Me, Emily, and Cheetos. Not necessarily in that order.

"So what are you looking for?" She asks again.

"Just my notebook," I say. "The purple one."

"Oooh," she says "is that your science notebook?"

"No" I say

"Then what?"

"Its just this notebook I need" I say. I abandon the wet, hard mystery object under the bed deciding I can deal with it later. And by later, I mean, you know, never.

"What kind of notebook?" she presses

" Just you know a notebook," I lie. My face gets hot, and I hurry over to my closet and open the door, turning my back to her so that she can't see I'm getting all flushed.

The thing is no one really knows the truth about what's in my purple notebook. Not Emily, not my other best friend Samantha, not even my sister Amy. The whole thing is just way too embarrassing. I mean a notebook that lists every thing that you're afraid of doing? Like written down? In ink? Who does that? It might be a little crazy even. Like for real crazy. Not just "Oh isn't that charming and endearing " crazy but " wow that might be a deep-seated psychological issue" crazy.