your secret's safe with me | jenlisaAuthor: 🌬Published: 2022
a jenlisa au in which Lisa runs a booth where students can anonymously tell their secrets. when popular girl, Jennie, drops by to admit she has a crush, the last thing Lisa expects is that it's her; because last time she checked they hate each other....don't they? ©️This is an adaptation, I do not own anything. Credit goes to the brilliant author.
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your secret's safe with me | jenlisa
a jenlisa au
in which Lisa runs a booth where students can anonymously tell their secrets.
When popular girl, Jennie, drops by to admit she has a crush, the last thing Lisa expects is that it's her.
Because last time she checked they hate each other....don't they?
©️This is an adaptation, I do not own anything. Credit goes to the brilliant author.
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"I like to smell my own farts."
Lisa pinched the skin between her eyebrows. Compose yourself, compose yourself, compose yourself, she chanted over and over again. She had to admit this wasn't the weirdest thing someone had ever admitted but it might've set the bar for the day.
She couldn't complain. Not exactly. The Secret Keeper Booth was her idea. She proposed it in a student council meeting and the committee was on board if only because no one really liked talking to the guidance counselor. He smelt like cheese and liked to pick his nails with a toothpick while students poured out their hearts about their dog of ten years dying. He was a nice man but sometimes it just didn't cut it. So the students decided to take matters into their own hands.
With the help of the theater tech kids, they made a booth akin to a confessional—one side for the keepers and the other side for the Secret-ers. Secret Yellers? Mystery Men? Lisa wasn't keen on what to call them yet but they made do.
And for the low price of one thousand won (all proceeds going to the school activities budget), you got seven minutes to tell your secrets and worries.
"Is that weird?" The boy on the other side asked.
Lisa opened her eyes and sat up, checking the time on her wristwatch (since they weren't allowed cell phones in the booth). Her shift had only started and she couldn't wait to get out of there if this was the kind of thing she was going to hear all day. Unfortunately, there were still four minutes on the stopwatch for this session.
The whole idea behind the booth was for students to tell real secrets and have real problems. It should be easy to do when you couldn't see the other person's face but she hated to admit it was things like this they heard more often than not.
"Hello?"
She sighed. "The booth is only to tell your secrets. We cannot offer advice."
"Why not?"
"Those are the rules." As stated on every flier and posted on the outside of the booth for visitor convenience.
"Then what's the point?"
Lisa clenched her jaw. She could give the usual spiel about how they weren't licensed professionals and giving expert advice while not being experts themselves was against the law. Today she settled with,
