I found it in my bag. And grabbed my phone.
:Hey Ethan
:Hi whos this
:Brooklyn. . .
:Ohh!!!!! Hey Brooklyn
:haha, hii, so you wanted me to text you?
:Yeaah! Why wouldnt I
:Hahaha well idk
:So, whats up?
We started talking. And before I knew it, it was ten-thirty.
:Oh my. . . Its 10:30, I have to go. I will never be able to get up in the morning if I stay up any later.
:Alrite. . . Night Brooklyn (:
:Niight Ethan
I put my phone down and I literally couldn't get the smile off of my face. I turned off the light and just sat and thought. About my diary, and what it had in it. How people would react if they read any of it. What people would think of me. . . I had my world in there. Everything about my life. My fucked up life. Writing in my diary was my get away. My escape. . . Which I no longer had.
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Secrets Told
Short Story"My diary, that held all of my deepest, darkest secrets, is gone..." How would you feel if your diary was stolen and suddenly all of the pages were being posted all around your school. Sharing your deepest darkest secrets with everyone you knew. Thi...
