My diary is like my most precious thing to me right now, so I made sure to take it with me always and hid it in the safest way than I could ever imagine. Letting it be seen by other people, lest if it was Alex, is the last thing that I wanted to happen right now.
Monday came without a trace. As I was feeling a bit heavy inside my heart, I cannot let it all out and tell anyone what I am going through… and not to my friends either.
I was walking down the hallways, my bag strapped behind a certain number of textbooks that I am now carrying for today's lessons, when I happened to walk across my childhood friend Dexter who just came out from the male's washroom on the second floor of this building-- looking just as surprised as I am upon seeing me here.
