I was writing my thoughts in my notebook when my pen fell down. It rolled under the bed. I left my notebook in the bed and looked under it. I stretched out my arm under the bed and felt something. It was a notebook. A little one. I grabbed and opened it on a random page.
Dear Diary,
I don't really belong in this family. Why am I even here? I just wanna run away. Mom never cares for me and I haven't even met my dad. Not even a picture of him. And now, mom's boyfriend announced that his two children will be living here. What on earth was he thinking? What on earth were THEY thinking?
I feltl a pang of guilt for hating Kayley as I'd read that page. But I remembered all the things she had said to me and guilt was replaced by disgust.
Someone knocked at the door and I instantly jumped and threw the diary under the bed. Kayley entered the door and stopped as she saw my face.
"What on earth are you doing?" She asked. Miraculously, she said it calmly.
"Trying to find my pen. I dropped it somewhere." I replied. And just in time, I saw my pen. I raised it and showed it to her. "Found it."
