I squinted as I stared at the familiar,black,leather notebook that contained all my secrets. Something's wrong in here. For instance, the star that was childishly drawn at the side of it was gone. It was also a lot cleaner and not as well-worn as it used to be. To confirm my suspicion, I quickly opened it only to stare at a drawing of a vividly drawn pair of eyes staring back at me. My blood ran cold as my eyebrows furrowed. This thing is not my journal. It seemed to be a sketchbook or some sort. I examined it thoroughly. Below the haunting eyes, There was a slight scribble, A signature.
L.R.
I ruffled my hand against my hair, staring at the notebook that seemed so familiar but so different at the same time. My eyes examined the pair of eyes with distraught.
"What the fuck.." I whispered in disbelief. My journal had been accidentally exchanged by a stranger's notebook.
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The Notebook
Teen FictionA story between two people. A girl who is too thin and a boy with a body covered in scars. A story between two leather, black notebooks. One, for the purpose of writing and the other for the purpose of drawing. A story between love, hate and acc...
