Dear Diary

CHAPTER 3

'Where is it' I began to panick, as I knew the content of the diary might be able to ruin my whole life. 'Damn you! Where did you go?!' I literally took out everything from my locker. I didn't care if everything fell on the ground, all that mattered was finding that stupid diary. Why am I calling the diary stupid? I'm the stupid one! Why the hell did I even bring it? Its not like I was going to write on it? Then I remembered that I forgot to take it out my bag.

I kept everything in my bag. Ever since the holidays, that's where I've been keeping my diary and I didn't bother to take out my bag. Crap!! This is Sh*t!

Then luckily deep within my locker my diary lay. Oh my gosh! I was going to have a heart attack then.

After finding my diary, I look around and saw all my stuff on the floor. Fortunately there wasn't a lot of people left in school so I didn't have to worry about people complaining to pick it up.

I was about to pick my things up but the someone complained "HEY! pick those up" I knew that it was coming. They stepped on my things(mostly my books) purposely just to get through. Gosh! No need to be rude.

Out of a blue I saw a helping hand picking up my books. I looked up and saw Liam. Wow I'd never thought that Liam can be so kind. Actually I don't really know him at all but judging by his actions, he looks like a kind guy.

"Here you go" he handed me my books.

"Thank you!" I politely said.

"No problem" he said before he leaving. Why is he such a mysterious guy? I know notthing about him.

[Next day]

Despite my stupidity yesterday, I planned it out my day more carefully now. I have now left my diary at home and kept it in my safe incase my sister reads it.

My sister is also a little thief. She teases me when I'm angry, she crys when I shout at her. Worst of all she sneaks in my room to find out and looks at stuff and sometimes 'borrows' them (in other words 'steals'). She's such a pain and she's only 3 years younger than me.

I was felt more free and happy when I didn't have my diary in school. Now I could live school normally.

"O-M-G! Guess what?" I heard the girls say, loud enough for me to hear. I don't usually listen to gossip but if I want to stay in this school I need to know the school news.

"What?" her friend asked.

"Eric and Suzy broke up"

"Eric?"

"Eric Johnson "

Eric Johnson? Isn't that Eric. He had a girlfriend? Since when? Why wasn't I informed? Did he keep it a secret all this time?

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When I found Eric, I walked up to him.

"Hey-" he said.

"Don't 'hey' me! Why didn't you tell me that you had a girlfriend? And why did you two break up?"

"I-"

I didn't give him a chance to talk. "Eric Johnson, I thought we were best friends. Why didn't you tell me this before?" I asked.

"Why would I?"

"Because I'm your best friend"

"Yeah ofcorse, your my best friend that left me for ten years!" he shouted angrily.

I dropped my head in dispare. I did leave him. So I'm not his best friend, I'm just the past best friend nothing else.

"Yeah, your right. I'm not you best friend anymore." I kept my head down while turning around and walking away.

"No... Kate... " I heard him say. However, I ran away before I could hear anymore.

He hates me now. I just get in his way. I'm not worth his time. I'm a nobody. I don't belong to this school. No one wants me here. With my eyes watering I couldn't help but cry. I tried to keep it in but my tears seem to pour down. 'Don't cry, Kate' I whipped my tears.

Then I acciedntally bumped into someone. I kept my head down trying to wipe all my tears away but I couldn't stop it. My tears seemed to flow more and more.

It gradually stopped.

"Kate?" a familiar voice asked. The person lifted my chin up forcing me to look a the person. Liam?

"Are you alright?" he questioned. Oh crap! Don't ask me that question! That's the worst question to ask when someone has just been crying.

I quickly looked away and I felt a tear flow on my cheek. 'Oh no! Kate, stay strong! Don't cry in front of others!' I adviced myself.

Swiftly, he gently pushes my head to his chest comforting me.

"I'm not going to ask" he softly patted my head. So then on, I cried my eyes out.

Feeling that someone was there to help, helped me realise that anyone (whether a stranger or not) has a kind heart to comfort you.