This is the diary of an old friend of mine. She went missing, or died, or...honestly, I don't even know she stopped talking to me, to everyone a few weeks before she disappeared. All I do know is she got a necklace. And then started acting different. I know I, and you, shouldn't be snooping, but Maybe
you can help me make sense of this?
As to make sure I, uhhh...you get the full effect, this entire thing will be left unedited. My Name is Henery Dervan, and this is her Diary.
YOU ARE READING
Her Diary
RandomHazel Abrams was a smart girl in her Sophomore year of high school. She had a few good friends, and always had something to do; which is why what she did was so strange. Did she actually do it? Was she framed? Or was she part of something bigger.
