Chapter One: Paisley

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You don't want your secret getting out. That's why you don't tell anyone. Except me of course. You tell it to me and the chances of someone knowing your secret go down 300%.
Trust me, I've done the math.

Why is that you ask? If someone knows my secret, isn't it more likely that someone else will figure it out? Especially since you write it down? Ha. Your ignorance is amusing. Think of this as Reconciliation at church. You tell the pastor your sins, he gives you a penance, you go back into the church and pray five Hail Marys, and you're done. The pastor cannot tell anyone your sins, even in a court of law. You could tell him that you murdered someone, and he can't tell that to the judge in court. Well, I'm sort of the same way. You tell me your secret, and I write it down in code that only I know the system to. Because I created it. The FBI could confiscate my journal, the best of the best could try to crack the code, and they would fail. That is how secure your secret is.

You're probably wondering: Why the hell should I tell this rando my secret? She could go blabbing it to everyone. She could ruin my life with one sentence. Fine. You don't have to trust me. But, just know that it is easier to carry the burden of something like your secret with help. That's where I come in. Everyone at Darnell knows the spot. Everyone at Darnell knows the word. You say the word and come to the spot, it is my personal guarantee that no one will ever hear your secret from me. I swear it on my own life, and anyone who knows me knows that I'm a survivor.

Hi. My name is Paisley. I am fifteen years old, a freshman at Darnell High. I am the Secret Keeper.

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