don't read this if u don't like storys that are narrerated sorta
part one
Hello anyone that reads this. I've done some major twitching today. Last night I spent the night at a friend's house. I just got back from there not to long ago. Now I'm feeling so guilty. Darn you guilt! You're probably wondering why. Well when I was at a sleepover at my friend's house she left in the morning to work for a couple hours. I left at her house with doing to do. I packed my stuff then turned on the TV. People really mean it when they say there's nothing good on anymore. My friend had a ferret; I took it at to play with it. When I went to put it back I saw her journal on top of the cage. My friend was very secretive, I was very curious, and the book was really tempting.
It just sat there saying "READ ME! READ ME!" I told it that it was private and locked.
It said back "READ ME! the key is not hard to find, and you are the best at finding things ever, you could find anything."
I thought well let's see if I 'could' find it, I probably won't anyways. There was a little bag on the floor. It wasn't in there. Then I looked at the clay handprint she had made at a birthday party and there was a picture on top. I new like it's there. I moved the picture out of the way so I could lift the thing up. Under the picture was the key!
The 'book' was speaking louder now. "READ ME!"
My friend claimed she only writes in there when she's mad, so naturally I was curious if she was ever mad at me.
The book claimed "SHE WAS!"
Then I thought why? Curiosity got the better of me, and I wanted to know if the book was right. I put in the key. I turned it. It opened. I was holding it in my hands. The cover lifted. The first page showed. It just had some pictures. I sighed. I turned the page. There was writing. It was not very neat at all. I read it. It was dated about two years ago. It said it was her birthday, and she would never forget it. She said she didn't want to forget it, and I wondered why. I read the next page. It was dated a year ago. It said she hadn't written in a while and she didn't have anything to write. I turned the page, and summarizing it, it said that one of her friends was mean because of her other friend and she hated that friend. I read on. Dated a few months later was something about my best friend.......
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ part two
.....It said that she hated her and another girl, and that someone and me were her only true friends. You can guess that it made me feel bad. I snooped, what if she walks in? She would write how I betrayed her. I felt so bad, yet I still read on. On the next page it said scratch that only I was her real friend. Wow. From then on I tried to be the best friend ever while carrying that horrible burden. ^^( I try to settle my curiosity in other, better ways now. Me and my friend are still friends, and she never found out. I might tell her one day, but I don't know if it's a good idea. What do you think? I think I should have never read it in the first place. Try to settle your curiosity by writing what you my think happen; I have done that before and it helps. Some say curiosity killed the cat. Others say satisrfaction brought him back. I say satisfaction sometimes isn't enough to make up for the guilt of wrong doings. There is still a lump a guilt sitting there reminding me of that day. It might never go away, unless I tell my friend. Now I have to overcome my fear of what might happen, and tell her.
part one
Hello anyone that reads this. I've done some major twitching today. Last night I spent the night at a friend's house. I just got back from there not to long ago. Now I'm feeling so guilty. Darn you guilt! You're probably wondering why. Well when I was at a sleepover at my friend's house she left in the morning to work for a couple hours. I left at her house with doing to do. I packed my stuff then turned on the TV. People really mean it when they say there's nothing good on anymore. My friend had a ferret; I took it at to play with it. When I went to put it back I saw her journal on top of the cage. My friend was very secretive, I was very curious, and the book was really tempting.
It just sat there saying "READ ME! READ ME!" I told it that it was private and locked.
It said back "READ ME! the key is not hard to find, and you are the best at finding things ever, you could find anything."
I thought well let's see if I 'could' find it, I probably won't anyways. There was a little bag on the floor. It wasn't in there. Then I looked at the clay handprint she had made at a birthday party and there was a picture on top. I new like it's there. I moved the picture out of the way so I could lift the thing up. Under the picture was the key!
The 'book' was speaking louder now. "READ ME!"
My friend claimed she only writes in there when she's mad, so naturally I was curious if she was ever mad at me.
The book claimed "SHE WAS!"
Then I thought why? Curiosity got the better of me, and I wanted to know if the book was right. I put in the key. I turned it. It opened. I was holding it in my hands. The cover lifted. The first page showed. It just had some pictures. I sighed. I turned the page. There was writing. It was not very neat at all. I read it. It was dated about two years ago. It said it was her birthday, and she would never forget it. She said she didn't want to forget it, and I wondered why. I read the next page. It was dated a year ago. It said she hadn't written in a while and she didn't have anything to write. I turned the page, and summarizing it, it said that one of her friends was mean because of her other friend and she hated that friend. I read on. Dated a few months later was something about my best friend.......
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ part two
.....It said that she hated her and another girl, and that someone and me were her only true friends. You can guess that it made me feel bad. I snooped, what if she walks in? She would write how I betrayed her. I felt so bad, yet I still read on. On the next page it said scratch that only I was her real friend. Wow. From then on I tried to be the best friend ever while carrying that horrible burden. ^^( I try to settle my curiosity in other, better ways now. Me and my friend are still friends, and she never found out. I might tell her one day, but I don't know if it's a good idea. What do you think? I think I should have never read it in the first place. Try to settle your curiosity by writing what you my think happen; I have done that before and it helps. Some say curiosity killed the cat. Others say satisrfaction brought him back. I say satisfaction sometimes isn't enough to make up for the guilt of wrong doings. There is still a lump a guilt sitting there reminding me of that day. It might never go away, unless I tell my friend. Now I have to overcome my fear of what might happen, and tell her.