But as I close this diary, I make a promise to myself: I will find out who did this, and I will make them pay.
I can barely believe what happened today. I was sitting in my math class, trying to focus on the lesson, but my mind kept wandering back to my diary. I've been writing in it for years, ever since Mom gave it to me on my 13th birthday. It's been my safe space, my confidant, my best friend.
But as I flipped through the pages, my heart sank. Someone - and I have a pretty good idea who - had been reading my diary. Entries were highlighted, with snarky comments scribbled in the margins. I felt violated, exposed. Chloe Vevrier - Diary Fixed
But today, disaster struck. I was scribbling away in class, not paying attention to Mr. Johnson's drone-like voice, when I accidentally left my diary on my desk. I got up to grab a pencil from the back of the classroom, and when I returned, my diary was GONE.
Panic set in. I frantically searched every nook and cranny of my backpack, my pockets, even the floor. But it was nowhere to be found. I felt like I'd lost a part of myself. But as I close this diary, I make
I'm still reeling from the shock. Who would do such a thing? And why? I thought I knew my classmates, but now I'm not so sure.
As I write this, I'm trying to process my emotions. Anger, sadness, betrayal - it's all swirling inside me. I just want to scream. I've been writing in it for years, ever
Chloe Vevrier - Diary Fixed
To my surprise, she just laughed and handed it back to me. "I was just, uh, admiring your handwriting," she said with a smirk.