I just want to start out with, I regret everything.
Yes I know. "Why would you say that? I'm sure you did nothing wrong." Well you see. I did do things wrong. Like so many none would ever believe me if I told them the exact number.
I should explain before I get to ahead of myself first. My name is Zeva. I am 14 years old. You don't need to know where I live. I am not a very happy girl. And that's all you need to know. Well let me explain how this all started.
So when I was 13, my grandma passed away. What a way to start. Well when I went to her house to go through some of her things, I found this old journal and it barely had any writing in it. But I took it, just so I could leave. But when I got home I felt like it was calling my name. I know, creepy right? But as board as I was I didn't go to it, or freak out and call my mommy. But after a while, it seemed to shout my name. So I grabbed it and opened it. Obviously. But, you see that was my first mistake.
*Note from the author* : I know this one was short, I didn't know what else to put in it that would go along with the title of the chapter. I will try and write a way longer one then this one. Sorry
