Smoke and shattered mirrors

Chapter three:The We Hate Merci Club

I sat on the corner and began reading my dairy page by page. Trying to familiarize myself with the writing. 

The first entry was three years ago. When I was about thirteen.

September  12, 2009

Dear diary,

                  I've spent about half my life perfecting the new Merci. I hate how Kylie bats her eyelashes all day at all those growth sprouted junior guys. That girl irritates the crap out of me. That's the reason why I chose chelsea to be my date at that party at Cynthia Lawton's house. She worships me, it could get old and irritating fast, though. But useful, nonetheless. She is one of Worchester high's most unattractive beings ever, which means she would do whatever it takes to fudge some beauty tips out of me. She's like a desperate lost puppy. It's even painful to watch her fawn all over me, kylie and chelsea.                                          

I winced as I read the first entry.

Cruel and shallow. The two things that is an accurate description for me now.

Great  I thought weakly.

I turned to the next page. Surprisingly, it skipped a good ten months.

July 2, 2010

Dear diary, 

                   Im freaking out right now. I don't know what to do. It was only a prank... a simple harmless one. I didin't mean to hurt anybody. Is it my fault that Chelsea has clumsy hands and that Kylie was actually a natural ditz? no! Its their fault that beatrice is at the hospital. Not me! IT WASN'T MY FAULT!!!!!!

july 30, 2010

Dear diary,

                    Good thing Beatrice is as dumb as she looks. Im forced to go to this stupid excuse for a camp. CAMP BOWER. The name is dreaded thick. Eugh.

Jules Bower and her family owns it. Me and my gals are gonna jazz it up big time. Plus... Brandon isin't coming. SCORE.  He's been overprotective since we've been together. Maybe now is the time to step it up a notch and take a(very deep)breather from our relationship.

I love july. The time where summer raves usually begin. 

But something is wrong. Definitely wrong about Kylie's  younger sister Amanda. she is a little offbeat and weird around me. There is something wrong about the looks she throws at me.

To top it off... There's someone leaving me strange and cryptic messages on my locker. I told Chelsea all about it. But she just said it must be another creep stalker of Mercicus Love. Duh. Alot of guys like me.

That's just it. Hopefully, nothing more.

The next entries were just about a few days on camp bower. There were several mentions again of a girl named chelsea. 

Then it hit me.

The other girl on the picture that Aunt Caroline showed me. The girl with red hair and freckles. She must be Chelsea. 

But didn't my Aunt say we didn't talk anymore? And was the crumpled note I found lying on my drawer is one of those cryptic messages?

My head started to spin with endless possibilities and question marks.

I kept turning the pages until something caught my eye. 

A colorful something that was stuck between the entry of October 13 and 14. The colorful knitted bracelet caught the room's luminescent light , making it look more vivid and alive.

There was also a message written in baby blue paint there: FOR THE BOY I LOVE

And behind it was: I'LL ALWAYS REMEMBER CAMP BOWER BECAUSE OF YOU, BABE

Of course, there was something wrong with it.

My then boyfriend Brandon wasn't with me in camp bower that time.

Great.... more questions.

October 13, 2010

Dear diary, 

                    Rory messed up. BIG TIME. Now it's my job to clean up his stupidity. Do i honestly look like Fat Emma? Now i cringe whenever i see water. My brain won't shut down, it maybe has something to do with chels. Dunno what that girl's problem is.. But I'm sticking with Kylie from now on..

October 14, 2010

Dear diary,

                     Great. More dissapointments. I found out something about Amanda. A very disturbing and dark secret. How can a girl like her get involved with things like that? I get that she's hot, too. But screwing around with an older guy? Heck no. Especially a much older guy. EUGH.

I love october. It's my month. Happy nearly freaking fourteenth to me!

Just a few more entries about how awful my spanish teacher is. My rants about Brandon'selfishness. One entry was two pages long- it was all about a stupid and ugly haircut.

My fingers fumbled to search something more interesting besides my old boyfriend drama and makeovers.

Finally. One entry that made the hairs on my arms stand up in odd angles.

December 19, 2010

Dear diary,

                  I know that someone is following me. Leaving threatening notes for me to find. Video taping me while doing laps on the pool. It's getting creepy. 

I asked help from a friend. Maybe I could finally know who that creep is before he/she hurts me. Or anyone I love.

I already knew it. 

Someone was following me. They say it was all just an accident. But now I have proof that it's not.

The dreams of me being chased in the woods was all too true. It was real. 

It wasn't smoke and mirrors. 

The next page took me off guard as well, it skipped right to the day I dissapeared.

October 19, 2011

Dear diary,

                   Today's my sixteenth birthday at Worchester height's function tent. I feel frightened because of that stupid message on my mirror. Who would do something like that? Who would threathen to kill me? I have a long list of things that i've done wrong for the past few years. Stuff that most people get buried alive for. BUT I DON'T WANT TO BE ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE. I don't want to die.

I think i know who it is but I can't tell.

Something horrible might happen tonight. 

The note is buried along with the.......

no more traces of ever finding 

The monster is here to prowl

Im not safe......

I fingered the outline of the last sentence. The words were written hard enough to leave traces behind the page. Ink was splattered on the corners and  there was even traces of dried tears. 

It wasn't an accident. Someone tried to kill me. And failed.

So did the killer took it on my family, instead? Is that why they're dead?

Because I was a horrible person?

Or maybe, I thought.... Maybe it's because I'm Mercicus Love, the girl who deserved to die.