Who's The Author?

.:. Chapter Seven .:.

(La'Rae's POV)

"Have you found that stupid journal of yours yet?" My sister asked me. She always thought writing in a journal was stupid. And to be honest she was stupid.

"No I haven't, but thanks for being so damn helpful" hinting the sarcasm in my voice.

"You know if your going to act like a bitch I won't help you La'Rae." My face fell.

"I'm sorry its just I write everything in there."

"Everything? Like boys and who makes you made and your deepest darkest secrets?"

"You know sometimes your a pain in my ass, but yes all of that."

It's been over a week and I still hadn't found my journal. My journal with everything I think of written in it. From letters I would never send to a person, my thoughts on different subjects, poems, and letters to my dad.

It's been awhile since I hadn't been able to talk to him. And I'd rather not count down the days, but everyday I don't see or talk to him drives me even more insane.

I walk to Starbucks where I had last seen my journal. I was writing a letter to my dad; a letter I knew he would never see. But I wrote it anyways.

I always titled them Dear Somebody.

Even though my dad and I arnt strangers but best friends I still titled it Dear Somebody; just in case someone else were to read it.

"Excuse me ma'am, have you seen a brown leather journal? Has anyone brought you a brown leather journal?" I asked the manager.

"I actually don't know Hun, but you are more than welcome to go look in our lost & found" she pointed towards a tiny closet labeled 'LOST & FOUND'

I walked over to the tiny closet and opened the door and to my surprise there were a lot of items.

There were small kid notebooks to artist sketch pads and there was even a pair of men's underwear in there. To say the least I was creep'd out. But out I all the other things that were my journal was nowhere to be found. I got up and headed for the front door. I was angry to say the least I had lost my journal that held everything in it and now I can't even find it.

The next thing I remember was getting knocked down by some boy with an accent. Maybe it was Australian, but I couldn't remember. All I remember was passing out from hitting my head on the floor.

(Ashton's POV)

"I didn't kill her Calum she is still breathing." First it was the boys making jokes about me breaking my drums and now I just made a girl pass out by bumping into her and her hitting her head on the ground. This isn't my week.

I watched as she opened her eyes slowly only to re-close them because of the blinding sun.

"Where am I, and what happened? Why does my head hurt?" The girl asked.

"Outside of Starbucks , Ashton knocked you on the ground and you hit your head on the ground." Luke told her looking at me. He was always the one to stay calm in situations like these.

"Why would you do such a thing?" It looked as if she were about to cry.

"I'm so sorry I ... I wasn't paying attention to where I was going. I'm .. I'm really sorry. Do you need to go to the doctor?" Worried took over my voice even though I tried for it not to. What a fail.

"No um I think I will be ok. Just need some ice maybe." I rushed into Starbucks and asked for some ice and a bag. I can running back outside and the boys had already sat her up.

"Here is your ice" I handed her the ice and stood off to the side.

"Thanks."

"We didn't catch your name." Michael stated.

"La'Rae, and yours?"

"Wait you mean you don't know us" Michael said putting a hurt face on. Clutching his heart; which earned a sad expression from La'Rae and a smile quick smile.

"I'm sorry but, I can't say I do."

"I'm Luke , this is Michael, Calum, and Ashton." Luke pointing at everyone as he said our names.

"Well it's nice to know I will remember you all if I have a concussion. Being I meet you after getting knocked down and hitting my head." La'Rae looked over at me and smile and I couldn't help but smile back, but only to return to a frown because I just knocked her down and hurt her.