But then, at 1:17 PM, something happened that cracked my world open.
But people don’t lock nothing interesting behind a deadbolt. emilys diary – episode
Diary, my heart is still pounding.
It’s 2:47 AM. I’m writing this under my blanket with my phone’s flashlight, because if my mom hears the creak of my pen, she’ll come in. And if she comes in, she’ll see me writing. And if she sees me writing, she’ll ask what I’m thinking about. But then, at 1:17 PM, something happened that
I didn’t write those pages.
Today started like any other Tuesday. I wore my gray hoodie—the one with the frayed sleeves—and walked the 0.8 miles to Northwood High. I sat in the back of Ms. Alvarez’s English class, avoided eye contact with Jake Morrison (long story, maybe for Episode 2), and ate my peanut butter sandwich alone by the big oak tree. It’s 2:47 AM