It was just me, myself, and I. An outcast, a wallflower, a nobody. No one person actually understood me, not even my parents. It was until I turned to this locket book that I got for Christmas. It was the only thing that knew what I felt. It helped me express my true feelings and it guided me past the hardest stage of life. ~Property of Emily Ross~ was written in plain letters to ensure that it was mine, along with the cloud shaped lock that only I had the key to. Oh, and I might have spilled a few little secrets in there with a splash of boy crazy.......