Oh my gosh! My diary!

I was quite shocked, and I thought, "me? I'm gonna be in Jake's band? We're gonna be singing next to each other. Oh, me and my crush."

My cheeks blushed and I shyly bowed my head, "I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to think about it. Just say yes. You've got a beautiful voice, you're all I need."

Mandy angrily started to us, and Mckayla followed.

"Are you gonna pick this dumb pooped face to be in the Jackson Fellas over me?" Mandy barked.

"Yea, I think she'll be a great profit to the band."

Mandy was suffocated with shock, and was getting short of breath, "but um... You just met this loser today and we... I and Mckayla have known you since a long time."

"Yea, I'd pick either of you but Trina is the singer Jackson Fellas need. I'm sorry but I pick Trina."

Mandy felt bittered, she stared into his eyes boiling in fury and she turned her gaze to me. I could see the rage in her eyes, I got nervous like she was going to push me in front of a train, and I stared at the floor to avoid staring into her eyes.

Mandy and Mckayla stormed out.

Jake sighed, and he turned to me. I remembered that my face was swollen and I slightly bowed my head.

"Don't listen to her. Where do you stay so I can come pick you up and take you to the band?"

"Harvard street number 17"

"Okay, see you tomorrow." He winked at me and I stared at him walking away.

It was 2:55 pm. I arrived home. I walked towards the entrances immediately after my car was parked in the parking lot.

I excitedly went inside the house and I first thought of my diary. I couldn't wait to pen down how my day went.

I reached my bedroom and I pushed the door open. I approached the wardrobe, I quickly opened it then I heard the door opening and I turned to see my mum walking in.

I shut the wardrobe and I walked to her, "Mum, what's up?"

Juliet stretched to me a tiny bottle and I stared at the container wondering what it was.

"Trina, this is an ointment. I purchased it at a cosmetic store. It will quickly expunge the spots on your face."

My lips curved into a smile and I held the bottle, "oh thanks so much mum, I really needed it so I'll look like an angel tomorrow."

"Like an angel, where're you going tomorrow?"

"My crush Jake is gonna be picking me up."

Juliet's cheeks dissolved into a wild smile, "Is he hot?"

"Smoking hot."

"In that case dear, hurry up and put on the cream so the spots will vanish before tomorrow."

"Mum you kinda seem more excited than I am."

"I'm not. If you want some shiny jewelry, I can lend you."

"Mum, we're not going out on a date, we are just going out."

"Okay dear if you say so. I will excuse you in case he calls you up."

"Mu....m"

Juliet walked towards the door and stepped out of my room.

"Now, my diary." I turned towards the wardrobe and I was almost approaching it when I spotted a pink book lying on the floor besides the drawers.

I stared at it for a while and I thought aloud, "isn't that my diary?"

I walked towards it and I knelt and picked it up. I looked at it clearly and I saw my name scribbled on the book cover. I flipped it open and I noticed that several pages have been torn out of it.

I was stupefied and furious. "There is only one person who could have done this."

I stormed out of my room and approached John's bedroom and I pushed the door open.

John was bouncing his volleyball, and his room looked messy. His clothes were scattered on the floor and the bed. I noticed a morsel of hamburgers under his bed which has been lying there for three days.

"John!" I shouted and he paused and looked at me.

Juliet heard my voice and wondering why I screamed, she left the living room and walked towards John's room.

"John, why is my diary vandalized? It looks like trash my notebook."

"Oh, that. Um, I wanted to sketch a drawing of a bird I spotted outside your window. I couldn't spot any paper around, so I had to use your diary."

"My diary is meant for writing and it's not a drawing book. Besides, you have several books in your room, why use my diary?"

"Cause I didn't want to exert any effort running into my room to get a book, that'd be stressful when I could just use your notebook."

"But it's my personal diary, you should have keep off. Is that why you tore many pages off it? Even some pages I wrote about my life?"

"It was quite difficult trying to get the sketch right. Besides, the bird kept changing positions, what was I to do?"

"That's why you devoured my book?" Fury surged through me.

"Why do you keep screaming at me? It's not easy to draw or to sketch."

"But it's my diary! My diary!"

Juliet stepped into the room, and she walked to John, "that's enough Trina you are making him feel bad."

"But he should feel bad since it's his fault my diary is ruined."

"That's not how to talk to a kid, he's just six."

"But all those important stories I captured about my life, are gone. Can he write them all back?" I argued.

"He loves sketching. Why don't you just encourage him instead of nagging him? Try to act like a big sister and not be a tyrant."

"By the way, I read your diary and the things you wrote were silly. You farted in a pool when you were ten and you married your toy Sponge Bob Square Pants when you were five." John cackled loudly, "I wish I was around to witness that."

"Stop it John." Juliet frowned at him.

"Those experiences were about my life and not for you to jest about."

"That's okay don't scream at him."

"So I should just accept that my diary is gone? You pamper John all the time and sometimes, I wish you can pamper me or treat me like a kid. At least, take my feelings important." Tears welled up in my eyes.

"Oh, I don't take you important? Flash back baby girl, I purchased you an expensive ointment for those spots you have." Juliet shouted.

"So why are you acting like you want me to be so grateful mum since you just wanted for me to be okay!" I yelled.

Juliet sighed and walked to me. She held my arms gently and softly said, "darling don't be upset."

"I'm not upset just because I wanna be upset. I just want you to take my feelings seriously mum. That diary was so dear to me but it's damaged and you're scolding me and not John."

"John is just six. He's just a child."

"I guess I'll just accept that my diary is ruined." I tried to fight back the tears and I stormed out.

Juliet turned to John and said firmly, "you've got to apologize to your sister."

"Okay but after I have finished playing with my toys. I was playing with my toys before you two interrupted me." John walked past her.