The Diary of the Devil

The Diary of the Devil [11]

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The first moment we were anchored, way out of the way of the bay, everyone wanted to go swimming. Max grabbed Mikki and jumped into the water. Our parents followed suit. Blake was in the bathroom. I didn't go in right away. I gathered my thoughts that were jumbled in my head, making it pound as if everything was banging on the walls of my brain trying to get out.

What was I going to do with Max's diary? Give it back to her? No. I was too curious as to what it said, what secrets it held. I could learn all of her deepest thoughts and emotions. I could know more and more about than anyone. I already do. Maybe if I knew why she hated me so much I could apologize and mend our relationship. I could live a peaceful life without ducking around corners at school when I saw her coming in my direction. Although, I only seemed to be doing that these days because I was afraid she knew about me stealing her diary. But in my defense I really didn't even steal it at all. I merely found it stowed in my backpack, accidentally by her mother, and never returned it.

I didn't have to read it. I could just leaved it down there and go on with my life. But it was as if her diary was radioactive. It made me tremble, it invaded my thoughts and worries, I was afraid of it, it could end my life. Okay, I was being a little over dramatic, but Max seriously was scary, post- and pre-angry. It didn't make sense to infuriate her more. So, I think I'll keep it. For now. But when was I going to read it? 

I could deal with putting it off for a few more days. I wasn't sure, but it might just be from her younger years, when she was like five or something. It looked girly enough to believe it wasn't Max's. She was a lot frillier when she was little. Just like Bobbi. They both outgrew that stage when they were in fifth grade. Maybe it's hardly a book of secrets. Maybe she started trying to make it a diary, but it turned into a shopping list of some sort. That was possibly why her mother was going to throw it out. Yeah, that made sense. 

I'd put it off. For as long as I could without being completely blown by my curiosity. After all, curiosity killed the cat.

I heard laughing underneath me, and looking down to see Max and Mikki splashing each other with gigantic smiles on their faces. I scowled at them, at Max in particular. If it weren't for her conniving ways, Mikki would like me better. She used to, when she was a lot younger and never knew Max. But when she met her and found out how beautiful she was and how smart and sinister, she found a new role model. I used to be her hero. Mikki was like a little sister to me. I don't even know if she remembers all that. She was only about four or five. Why does she like Max and not me? I guess in a way they really were very alike. I didn't understand why Max got to have a little sister (sort of) when she already had a sibling.

His name was Link. He lived in Africa. We don't see much of him. I don't know much about him. He was twenty-nine, but moved out when he was sixteen. He didn't visit much. 

It's not fair! I wanted a little sister. How come Max got two siblings when I had none? And no matter how many times I tried to win back Mikki's affection, she always chose Max instead. Maybe if I got on Max's good side, she could help me get on Mikki's.

I felt a sharp pat on my back, then Blake moved into my line of vision, leaning against the railing next to me. He looked out into the water where Max was now giving Mikki a piggyback ride underwater. That used to me. I frowned a little. I'll get over it.