Secrets: Death of Silence

Chapter Two: Morgan

Oh no. Oh no. Oooooohhhhhh no.
What in the name of lip gloss was I thinking? Everyone says he's the biggest playboy in the school. Of course, he decided to play me. It ALWAYS happens to me. URG. My life SUCKS.

I put down my pen and turned to the first page of my diary. Back to the good old days, when my life wasn't ending.

OMG. HI.
Daddy FINALLY got me the diary I've been asking for. I mean, it took him almost a week, but I'm willing to put that behind me if he is. Oh silly me, I should introduce myself. I'm Morgan. Morgan Hadley. I'm fourteen years old and I go to Darnell Junior High. Not for much longer though. ;) I am from Kenya, but Daddy adopted me when I was two years old and brought me here. I don't remember anything from Kenya. My first memory is of my favorite mom that I've had over the last 12 years. (and trust me, I've had a lot.) Her name was Blair. She was the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, and that's including myself. (obviously, she was gorgeous.) She played with me all the time, watched cartoons with me, ate snacks with me. We did everything together. Until she left. I remember the night and everything. She came into my room in the middle of the night crying. I was four. She had stayed the longest out of all of my moms. She lifted me out of my bed and hugged me. She said she would miss me and wished she could take me with her. I didn't know where she was going, but I knew she wouldn't be back. Since Blair, I've had a lot of moms. They have all been gold diggers. They all hated me and tried to send me to boarding school. They all failed. They all thought Daddy would pick them over me. They were all wrong.

Daddy loves me so much. He calls me his little princess. Even though I've clearly grown out of it, I don't really mind anymore. (I mean like seriously. I have boobs now. Might be a touch too old for little princess.)

I know Daddy spoils me. I mean, he did get me an iPhone for my birthday. But it's okay because I am respectful and polite and everyone who meets me loves me. Except for Paisley, which I don't know why. Anyways, who cares about her.

Now diary, you might be wondering when I'm going to tell you my secret. Well, sorry, but unlike SOME people who shall remain unnamed, (though her name starts with a P) I don't go writing down secrets. Especially secrets that aren't my own. (I mean, sure she's a secret keeper. But that doesn't mean I'm going to just go tell her my secret. And in the spot that everyone knows. WHY.)

See, a secret isn't your whole world. Your life doesn't revolve around your secret. But, if someone knows your secret, then your whole identity is in danger. Your whole life could be over. That is why I'm never telling anyone my secret. Not even my husband. (which is gonna be Jackson of course. But I'll tell you about him some other time)

Anywayyyys, I should go to bed before Daddy sees my flashlight.

GOODNIGHT I LOVE U <3
Morgan Hadley

It always makes me smile when I read these old entries. I was so innocent, so young. I'm only a year older, but it's like reading something written by a different person. Dad doesn't spoil me anymore too much, except birthdays. For my 15th I got a red Mercedes. (It matched my lipstick.) I flip back to the page I had started on before getting distracted.

I hate to admit it, (and I mean I REALLY hate it. This gives me physical pain.) but Paisley was right. You should only tell your secret to your secret keeper. I assume they know how to keep them safe, but I really don't know. I've never told anyone my secret. Until now.

I really thought I could trust him. He seemed so sweet, so genuine. We had been friends for almost a year. We've dated on and off, and I really thought that this was the time it was gonna work. I mean, considering that someone as hot as I have gone back to someone like him this many times, he should really get it together. But no. Once again, I fell too hard for those beautiful brown eyes, those GORGEOUS bronze muscles, that fluffy brown hair.  I mean, sure he's done some bad things, like the time he got kicked off the football team for drinking, or when he got suspended for smoking during lunch. But I really thought I meant something to him. He let me wear his jacket, and he hardly lets anyone touch it. Its leather, but has patches from when he ripped up his letterman. SO HOT. Anyways, what he did was unforgivable. I should have never told him my secret.

Suddenly the bell rang, making me jump. I grabbed my purse from the bathroom floor and unlocked the stall I had been writing in. I quickly checked my reflection in the mirror. I patted my stomach. I've been on the Victoria's Secret Model diet, and it's really been working. I'm slimmer than ever. My white leggings, spotless, thanks to my maid Natalia. (bless her soul) My lavender cardigan is dry-cleaned to perfection. My heels, shinier than a new penny. Hair like glass. DAMN. I KEEP FORGETTING HOW HOT I AM. I apply one quick layer of my signature red lipstick and head out of the restroom. Of course, with my luck, I run into the last person I wanna see. Paisley Fricking Nicole. Her and her stupid dirty blonde pixie cut that was SO last year. Her ugly moss-green eyes and dark eyeshadow. Her too-defined-to-be-human cheekbones and THAT STUPID JOURNAL SHE ALWAYS CARRIES AROUND. Everyone, I introduce you to Paisley Nicole, Secret Keeper of Darnell High. The one that is ALWAYS stealing my spotlight. All the boys who should have liked me in middle school liked her. I mean, sure she got boobs in like third grade and is the EPITOME of slim thick, but she has the personality of a rock. Everyone says she's sooooo nice and sooooo understanding and EVERYTHING a good Secret Keeper should be. I've never liked her. She acts tough but she just wants attention.

Her HUGE combat boot comes in and CRUSHES my beautiful heels, leaving a smudge mark.
"Oh my gosh, Morgan I'm so sorry. I didn't see you and-"
"Save it. I gotta get to class." And, to show her who REALLY runs things, I take her stupid little journal from her and stomp on it. "Oopsie..."
Paisley just glares at me. I always forget that she could really kill someone with that death stare. Slowly, she picks up her journal, brushes it off and says, warning tone to her voice,
"You had better watch it rich girl. Just because you don't tell your secret doesn't mean I can't do you any damage."
She walked past me while I just stand there, frozen like a complete and total dummy. Her response actually scared me a little. She may be small, but Paisleys fricking terrifying when she wants to be. A little shaken up, I continue on to Homeroom, trying with all my might to put Paisley out of my mind and focus on the real problem: Jackson Torres, freshman playboy of Darnell High, knows my secret. And he plans on ruining my life with it.