Where her story beings

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"Whoa that was crazy out there, someone rip the sleeve of my shirt off Niall. LOOK!" Lou yell as we walked in to his flat, pointing at the now half ripped off sleeve.

"Yea I know right, my coffee almost dropped out of my hand." I replied walking in to the kitchen hoping there was someone kind of food here.

" I'm going to find a new shirt, be back soon." Louis said walking down the hall to his room.

"Ok, that's fine." I said with me head inside the fridge but I don't think he hear me.

Crap,there nothing in here.

After looking through the rest of Lou kitchen I gave up, popped myself down on the huge black couch with my coffee.

Then I remembered I still had the girl book. I pulled myself back off the couch to see where it was. I had thrown it on the corner when we walked it, which probably wasn't the nicest thing to do knowing it not mine.

I picked it up and studied it for a second.

It wasn't really much. Just a plan brown leather journal with the words "Lexi's life" almost carved liked in to the cover.

So her name is Lexi.pretty.

I did't know if I should open in or not. It's rude to go through someone's stuff without them knowing, also know that there probably worried sick about where it might be but at the same time something in side me was dieing to read it.

I set it back down on the counter but I guess it wasn't all the way set on and it fell.

Shit. That wasn't the nicest way to treat a book that not yours.

It fell to wear it was open covers up. I picked it up, but to wear I could hd the page in place with my hand.

One word. One small part. That's all I want to see.

I flipped the book over so I could see the page and started to read.

"dec. 11 . 2011. I sit here everyday and am just not good enough, for anyone. Well I guess my crappy ass past must have some thing to do with it. I don't even think I'm good enough for myse-"

"Hey, you know it's not right to go through other people's stuff?" Louis said right as I was in the middle of the page.

"Yea mate your right, sorry" I knew I shouldn't have done it, because now it want to know.

Know why she feels this way. What happen in her past. Who is she.

I wanted to know the real Lexi and I have never even said one word to the girl.

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