chapter 3

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2 YEARS AGO


I walked home from school one day. It was the first day of freshman year, and I was miserable. I had no friends in any of my classes, and I sat at lunch by myself. 

I made my way up the stairs to find Shayla in my room. I started screaming at her to leave, but then I saw what she was holding. My pink notebook. My diary. 

I couldn't breath. 

I later found out that was a panic attack. 

Why would I be panicking over her finding my diary? Because I spilled all my secrets in there. And I knew she read every single page.

"Cedar." Shayla said that one simple name and I collapsed onto the floor. I knew she knew. It was over for me. "Maybe don't write about your issues if you don't want anyone finding out. And don't worry, I won't tell anyone. It's your secret." She had that sarcastic, sassy tone in her voice that I absolutely hate. 

She dropped my notebook on the floor and trotted out of my room, whispering 'Cedar' as she walked past me. 

I was frozen. She knew everything about me. And I knew, she could use it against me. 


a lil flash back <3

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