Superior

CHAPTER TWENTY: Aisa

Waking up and finding out my diary was no longer in my room was definitely not the best start to my day.

It didn't make any sense. I had turned my room inside out and still not found it. My diary was always in the same spot; a locked cupboard under my dresser. Nobody even knew I hid it there. More than that, nobody even knew that I had a diary. And I for sure hadn't misplaced it. That diary contained my most deep and personal thoughts; if someone found it, they'd end up knowing me as well as I knew myself. Showing the contents of my diary to anyone would be equivalent to baring my soul to them. I couldn't let that happen. I didn't trust anyone at this school that much.

As the thought crossed my mind, an image of a boy with messy hair popped into my head, but I pushed it away. Not even him. I sank down onto my bed, rubbing my palms over my eyes. This was one of my worst nightmares come true. It was worse than losing my diary at home. I had lost my diary in the Superiot. Anyone could have it. A teacher could have found it. Zander could have. Fatima could have. Raiker could have.

Raiker.

Maybe he knew something. Or at least, he could help me find it. I wouldn't be able to hunt the whole school for a little notebook alone. He might be able to help me cover some ground.

The only problem was, it would mean telling him my diary existed.

But it was better than losing it forever.

I got up and grabbed my Receiver, clicking on Raiker's name. I typed out the text, making sure it didn't give too much away; or look like I was panicked.

Hi, sorry to bother you, but if you have some time, could you possibly help me find something? It's quite valuable, and it would mean a lot to me if you could spare some time and help.

My fingers froze over the send button. Should I bother him with this? Would it sound stupid? It probably would.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. I only had ten minutes to finish getting ready for my first class. I couldn't waste any more time on this.

I put my Receiver back in my bag, picking up my hairbrush instead. It was best if I searched for it by myself first. I didn't want to get any more people involved than I had to. I pulled my hair into a ponytail, stuffed my makeup kit into my bag, and headed for class. All I could do for now was be extra watchful. Anyone could have been a suspect.

***

Beauty class went horribly. The possibilities of where my diary could be distracted me, and I completely messed up when I was doing Fatima's makeup, resulting in her slightly resembling a clown. She was nice enough not to say anything, but I could see her silently fuming as she scrubbed her face with the wipes, trying to get rid of whatever mess I created on her face.

"Sorry," I apologized. "I'm just a bit distracted today."

She raised an eyebrow, throwing the last makeup wipe into the trash can. "May I ask with what?"

"It's silly. Just a little something I lost and can't find."

"Ah, I hate when that happens. It usually ends up in the most obvious places in the end though," she replied, inspecting her face in the mirror. "I wouldn't worry too much about it."

"Maybe you're right," I sighed, gathering my things. "Should we head to lunch?"

"I'm afraid I can't join you today- I have an extra session to attend. Raiker will join you in front of the dining hall though."

"Thanks." I waved goodbye to her and left the room; only to almost trip over an empty water bottle left on the pristine floor. I groaned, looking around for the culprit. People here were always leaving their waste around, content knowing that one of the Inferior workers would pick it up and they wouldn't be punished. It bugged me to think that I used to be that way too. I picked it up and threw it in the nearest trash can, and was about to leave when something caught my eye. Underneath the bottle was a notebook, the pages torn, the cover ripped, and juice spilled all over it. My eyes widened. I took a quick glance to make sure that nobody was around, and without thinking, reached into the trash can and pulled it out. I couldn't believe my eyes. It was my diary. My personal thoughts. Completely ruined.

The bell rang, snapping me back to reality. Hastily, I threw the diary back into the trash and merged into the crowd, my head still swimming. Someone, somehow, had found my diary, and then deliberately destroyed it. And I intended to find out who it was.

***

"Good afternoon, Aisa," Raiker greeted me at the front of the dining hall, flashing his half-smile. I forced a smile in return, not bothering to say anything. 

Author's Note: Hey everyone, this is the end of all we've written for Superior. We discontinued it very long ago but I found some extra chapters that were to this date, unpublished: after this, I will mark the book complete and discontinued. Thank you for staying with Superior for as long as you did- clearly, this book was something not very good, but it was part of our writing journey anyways, so I hope you regard it as such.  The two of us have parted ways, and any further projects will be our personal ones to be posted on our accounts, which you can find on the bio of this account. Farewell, Raisa fans. This is probably, unfortunately, the last you'll see of them. And once again, thank you.