"'May 29th, 1990.'" I read quietly, kicking my legs back and forth and I stare down at the very messy barely readable hand writing printed on the yellow tinted page. Honestly, it looked like a nine year old wrote this. "Mom would have been...my age..? Maybe a little older." I mutter, grabbing the tip of the page and curling it slightly.
"'I whent to the store with mom today..--' God, she spelt 'went' wrong..." I resisted the urge to face palm myself. "Just going to ignore any spelling mistakes.."
"'Mom told me that we could make pies for Ray's birthday in a week. Ray says she likes when she gets to eat mom's pie so yeah!
But what kind is her favorite? Cherry or blueberry or maybe chocolate? I like chocolate pies, maybe Ray does too!'"
"Wonder who this Ray is...Maybe her friend at the time..?" I spoke suddenly, blinking slowly at the pages in front of me. "That or a cousin I never heard of--but then again she seems close to the person..."
Coughing loudly I shrug my shoulders as if it got rid of the thought entirely, and I began to read the next entry of the journal;
"'June 11th, 1990. Ray birthday was today! She said that she loved her gift I made her! But she looked a little sad...I should play with her to make her smile again? Her smile always cheers me up!'"
"Huh...weird." A thought had crossed my mind, "Isn't mom's birthday June 11th..?--Or is it July 11th? ...God, I can't never remember..." I mumble under my breath, rolling my eyes. "Whatever, I must be wrong."
"'June 23rd, 1990. Water parks are so fun! Ray looks still sad...I asked her why she was sad but she told me not to worry...But I am worried...
But no worry! I'll go ask her again!'"
"'June 24th, 1990. Ray got angry at me today. She even punch me...but it's fine. I asked her too many questions...I'll tell her sorry tomorrow.'"
"Uh, wow..." I gulped down some saliva and take a long look at June 24th entry. I could almost feel the sad emotion spilling out this entry. "This got sad quick." I flipped to the next entry for information but before I could even see the page another large shiver runs down my spine.
"Da' fahhhh," I almost growled in annoyance, "Seriously, when I'm able go on to internet again, I'm going to be searching up why I keep getting these..."
Taking in a deep sigh, I turn my attention to the journal once again to find that the next two entries were--
"Completely scribbled out." I deadpan, covering my face with my hands. "And I was so looking forward to what happened next...Guess I'll never know since the next entry looks like it about cotton candy and candied apples."
"'July 29th 1990. Cotton Candy is the best! Oh so is candy apples--I really like eating them when they are from fairs!'"
"And the next one's about how her school day went...Looks like she doesn't mentioned this 'Ray' person in anymore entries." I mutter, skimming the other entries quickly before taking a glance back at the scribbled out pages. "They must be about her...or something important that mom doesn't want others to find out about."
Even if I wanted to decipher the two entries, I wouldn't even be able to depicted the exacted words. Mom literally took black paint and painted over the inked words.
"What the hell's going on..." Was the only thing I would voice out, but my mind burned with so many questions. What was mom hiding? Did it have to do with this 'Ray' person? Who is--eh, sorry--was this 'Ray' chick to mom?
A knock was suddenly hit my door, making me jump off of my bed and almost face plant into the floor. Some of the journals fell to the ground, hitting the hard wood with a large thud.
"Hey Savannah," I could hear my mom's voice from the other side of my door. As the door swung open a bit, I rushed to it before it could open fully and stepped out--immediately shutting it afterwords.
"What's up?" I asked, leaning against the door trying to act as cool as possible. Apparently that didn't work out well, because my mom was already giving me a suspicious look.
"What are you trying to hide from me?" Pain filled my chest; she knew! Of course she knows, idiot! You're acting way too suspicious for you're own good. "What, is it a dead body?"
"No...it's just that I don't want you to step into my room and tell me to pick up my stuff..." I told her smoothly, stuffing my hands in my short's back pockets. "I'm too lazy for that, you know?"
She gave me one of her motherly 'yeah, right' looks before sighing and patting my head. "Just go down stairs and set up the table."
Smiling slightly, I nod my head and slowly make my way down stairs with mom right behind me.
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Pushing vegetables around my plate, my thoughts travel back to the journal. What bugged me was those blacked out pages--I mean what's so bad that you feel the need to black it all out.
"Oh hey mom," I spoke up out of the blue, turning to the woman in question. She looked up from her plate and raised her eyebrow. "Isn't you're birthday July 11th?"
"Uh, no." She almost laughed, my face fell sightly but I tried not to show it. "But close, it's June 11th."
The clash of silverware made everyone sitting at the dinner table jump. I couldn't believe what I just heard...
"S-Savannah, you alright?" My mom asks, I blinked before looking down seeing that I had stood up from my seat.
Sucking in a deep breathe, I decide it would be best to give everyone a (faked) guilty expression before saying; "Sorry, I just remembered that I forgot something I wanted to show you." This time I smiled over to my mom before moving away from the table and heading back up stairs.
Did I have anything for her? Hell no.
What was I going to do instead? Look in that book again to find out exactly who it belongs to.
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AN: ...That was short. (^◇^；)
Actually I wanted to make it longer but I didn't know what to put after that....sorry. ( ~ ╥﹏╥)~
Anyways, don't know what to make of this chapter. All I do know that is that it's getting harder not to spoil anything for you guys. (┌ ￣ ヮ ￣)┌
Right, I'm trying not to make this author's note too long, so I'll get going!~
See in the next chapter!
-Red<3
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