I've hid the journal. It's now the next night, and I'm just too curious. What's in the journal? What's in the journal! My mind keeps racing as I open the first page.
Inside the journal is a million words with a sleek clean finish on top. I read the first sentence. π·πππππ π‘ π πππππ, πππ π¦ππ’ π π’ππ π¦ππ’ πππ πππππ¦ π‘π π’ππ£πππ π‘βπ π‘ππ’π‘β?
I close the journal. Maybe I'm not ready to 'unveil the truth.' The truth seems a little freaky. I lay down on my bed and look up. I see all the florescent stars my mom bought for me. I sigh and go down the stairs to make myself some instant grits. Yes, instant grits at night (don't jump at me). I slump at the breakfast bar. I overhear my mom and dad talking: "Oh darling what will we do? She won't go to any of the royal meetings. Now she has her mother's Journal, this will only go downhill." "No worries my sweetheart. When she attends her birthday bash at the end of the week, she will officially turn 16. Then, she can get married, forget whatever she finds out in the book, and boom. She will never figure out her past." "Good. All the thinking was giving me wrinkles." Wait... they are talking about me!! MY birthday bash is this week.. I suddenly remember the strange guy at the gala. The one with the sea blue eyes.. Anyway, I CANT get married!! Or.. or.. I won't find my truest of love. My grits finish, making a huge sound in the kitchen. SHOOT! My parents will hear! I grab my bowl and hurry up the stairs. Wait a chicken nugget... she said my mother's Journal. Not her journal. I have another mom?? Or the mom I know really isn't my mom? This is all so confusing. I take out the Journal and read over the first line again..
π·πππππ π‘ π πππππ, πππ π¦ππ’ π π’ππ π¦ππ’ πππ πππππ¦ π‘π π’ππ£πππ π‘βπ π‘ππ’π‘β?
I think I am.. now more than ever!