To: Alison Bean
(Hope you like the gift!)* * *
THOSE WERE THE ONLY WORDS scribbled onto the package that was put in front of my doorstep. I tip-toed upstairs with the box in my hands, making sure that I won't wake my family. It's freaking 7 a.m. on a Sunday morning.
I reached for the door knob and went into my bedroom, then closed the door behind me as quiet as I can. Curiousity killed me as I quickly ripped off the wrapping. Disappoinment washed over me when the present was revealed.
It's a diary.
I held onto it as I collapsed onto my favorite beanbag. I flipped through the whole book, hoping to find something slightly more interesting. Perhaps someone hid a surprise among the pages. In the end, I convinced myself that it's just a diary.
I sighed and tossed the diary aside. Then a question came to my mind:
Who gave me this diary?
YOU ARE READING
Dear, Diary [HOLD⚫EDITING]
Teen FictionAlison Bean, the dork. She has been teased, joked and laughed at, and she takes it very seriously. Crying in the school's bathroom has been included in her weekday routine. Until the day a diary was sent to her front door... + Cover made by me, cred...