Gates to Hell

1. Diary

A/N Oooohh! Guess what time of year it is! That's right Halloween. I know I don't celebrate it, but in light of the festivities I decided to publish another part to this story this weekend.So here you go!

Part 2~

  RINNG!

  The piercing sound of the school bell ripped me from my intense brooding. Filled with anguish, both at the ending of the book and the fact that I was late for first period, I hurriedly stacked my books into a haphazard pile, stumbling out of the library with them as fast as I could.

Even as I rushed down the corridor, I couldn't distract myself from what I'd read.

The book was amazing. Every entry would make me more and more curious to learn about Emilia. I loved how the author wrote the book in such a way that she didn't begin with boring, basic introductions, like her age, where she was from, etc. You gradually find everything out about her, and every extra piece of information you find is like uncovering a piece to the mystery. The best part was how I actually felt as though she was a real person, who wrote a diary to figure out her problems, and not just mundane and repetitive entries you'd normally find in a real diary. The ending, however, had left burning questions ringing in my ears. Finally, a book that gave me an insight on how people without good morals feel. As you read into it more, you begin to notice the many flaws in Emilia. She was actually a horrible person.

  I was bought back to reality when I met the narrow staircase that led directly to my English class. Creeping up the rickety stairs, and making sure I skipped the second last one because it tends to creak, I finally reached the class door.

  Slowly, tentatively, I pushed the door open, tiptoeing towards my seat at the back. Miss Laegel's back was turned, as she scrawled something on the blackboard that caused the chalk to screech, sending shivers down my back. Almost there... I thought. Almost--

"Ah, so you've decided to join us, today, Joan." came a cold, crisp voice from the front. Laegel's back was no longer turned, and I could feel her eagle eyes boring into my back as I froze. Turning slowly, I stuttered, "Y-Yes, Miss."

"Yes? Is that all you have to say for yourself, after turning up after the late bell rings?"

"I-I'm very sorry, Miss, it's just that I was in the library doing my history homework, but got distracted when I saw this book--" The words tumbled out of my mouth stupidly, as I waffled on, with Laeger glaring daggers at me. The reading glasses perched on her beaky-nose flashed, and her angular eyebrows shot upwards toward her widows' hairline, visible, as always, wrenched back into a tight bun.

"A book?" she inquired. "And what kind of book was that intriguing that you should come late to class? Since it's for a literary reason you might get off detention."

"I-It's a very good book, written in a diary form," I held up the tattered diary, blushing furiously. Laeger raised an angular eyebrow.

"So this is how you treat the books you borrow? If I don't give you a detention for coming late, then I will most certainly give you a detention for abusing school property," she said. I felt a kind of gnawing at the pit of my stomach, the feeling that I always get when I'm in trouble, as I said, "Yes, Miss,"

Head down, and slouched shoulders, I slumped back down into my seat. "And I think I'll take that book before you do anymore damage to that,as well."

"Yes, Miss" I nodded glumly.