Behind my stuffed toys which are on my bed lies a book. That book was given from my grandma which passed away a few years ago. In that book are the feelings and the thoughts of mine since I was nine. That book contains stuff that no one knows about not even my best friend. The words I write in that book could ruin my life if anyone knows about it. That book is also known as my diary.
When I was nine, I received my first diary. It didn't wait long for me to begin my first page. My first page was about the first boy I was crushing on. It was the first time I had these kind of feelings for a boy. I told my grandma and she told that it's the feeling of liking an opposite gender. I was still confused. So I told my best friend about it. She said I had a crush on the boy. I still didn't get it. So one day, I told the boy I had a crush on him. He immediately freaked out and never talk to me again. Later on, I realized crushing on someone is bad. And telling the boy about it is even worse.
When I was thirteen, I started crushing on a boy. As any girl would do, I told my best friend about it. The next day, she told everyone else. I was pissed at her, but it was also my fault to tell. So from that day onwards, I never tell anyone about my secrets except my dog. Which is stupid but a girl has to talk to someone about her secrets.
When I was sixteen, I started working in a yogurt shop. I was always seeing cute guys, but they were always the reserved ones. One day, a guy with dark brown hair, blue eyes, and tanned skin came into the shop. He ordered a blueberry yogurt. I gave it to him and he introduced himself. I was flattered and gave him my phone number. The next few days, we became closer and closer and finally we became an item.
Few months later, I came home and found him sitting on my bed, reading a book. I was of course happy to see him but I then noticed the book he was reading. The cover of my book was light pink in colour and had polka dots on it. And the title of the book was My Diary. I was horrified of how on earth he could find my diary. I tried to snatch it but he was holding very tightly to it. I shouted at him and he just stayed quiet. For a few seconds I was hoping that everything was going to be okay. After a silent moment, he stood up and started walking toward the door. He was still taking the diary with him. I ran after him. But he pushed me away. I started asking what was happening. But he just walked away. I tried to stop him but I just couldn't. I couldn't sleep the whole night.
The next day, everyone was staring at me like I was a freak. I tried to ignore all the looks in their eyes. Then I reached a corner where a lot of people were gathered at. They were looking at something that was pinned up on the buletin board . My mind was going all kinds of different directions. I pushed my way towards the crowd. And there it was. My diary was being pinned on the buletin board and worst of all my name was written hugely on the front page. Everyone was staring at me and whispering loudly. I was humiliated so badly. I started making my way towards the girls washroom. I was holding up myself trying not to cry.
On the way, I bumped into the most popular girl in the school. She saw me and started laughing hysterically. I moved out her way and rushed into the washroom. I sat on the toilet and cried like a baby. I've never cried so hard before. Then, I heard some girls walking into the washroom. They were talking about me(that was no surprise). They said that the boy I was dating was on some bet with his friends and the bet was to steal something precious of mine. And that's when my diary came in as the most precious thing. I was even more sad when I heard that. I was also angry at myself for being so stupid to fall for a guy that takes me as a bet.
Two weeks later, I transfered to another school which was in another state. I left that school with not only my face down but with a broken heart.. Everytime when I fall for a guy, I always learn a lesson. And this time, I learnt that falling for someone might cost you something.
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