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Disclaimer: I do not claim anything besides this story because I'm not supposed to and I could get my pants sued off. Ha ha.

Sam's POV

It was another rainy Friday in Seattle. I had just come back from school. The day actually wasn't half-bad. The stuff they taught I found myself engrossed in. I didn't really know why, it was basically the same useless stuff, like every other normal school day.

Maybe it was because today, Freddie, the guy I was falling in love with, asked me for help in the morning before class had started...me. With a personal problem. It made my heart swell up with joy just thinking about it. I couldn't stop smiling all day. It was about his dad, and how his dad died in the military. I could relate because I lost my dad when he and my mom divorced. I tried to think of the best advice, and what helped me through the pain of not having a father figure in my life. Sure, my mom had dated and even eloped (when she was drunk) many guys, but I'd never, you know, had a real father figure.

Well, during first period, I wrote in my diary like CRAZY.

See, I always brought my diary with me to school, just in case something happened. I didn't want to wait until I got home, because the emotion would've passed away. But not this time. This feeling of Freddie asking for MY help wouldn't fade away any day soon.

Yeah, DAY.

Anyways, yeah, I brought my diary to school. But when I got home, I was still itching to write about Freddie...so I unzipped my backpack, and searched through all the unorganized papers and such...

I looked farther, deeper, started tossing things out of it like crazy. I started to get worried. I would've found it by now.

I left my diary at school! It had all of my secrets in there! Who knew who could be reading it! All I had left was the key!

If someone found a way to pick away that cheap metal lock, which was a HUGE possibility, my life was so over.

Freddie's POV

I never meant to find Sam's diary.

I really didn't.

Since she sits in front of me first period, I saw it drop from her backpack. As soon as I realized what it was, I tried giving it back, but she was so excited about something, that it made her faster, in a way, and I wasn't able to catch up with her.

So I kept it.

And I could've given it to her at lunch. But I was curious, and the curiosity grew with every minute that passed that day.

Ever since I met Sam, I knew that the tough girl act was a hide-away. What was she hiding? What were her secrets? It was wrong to keep it, and trust me, I know that. But I guess I just couldn't help myself...

Who was the real Sam?

As soon as I got home, I tried unlocking the lock. It wasn't hard. The "metal" should be called plastic. One simple turn of the hairpin I got from my mom's bathroom, and it was opened.

The first page of it read, "Sam's. Touch and die. Don't touch, still contain a pulse."

I rolled my eyes and smiled.

The second page was from about 2 months ago. It seemed she hadn't been doing this long. Something big must've happened to her that made her want to start a diary, but what?

I read the second page. It said:

TO BE CONTINUED!

Ooh, cliffhanger! What will happen?

~Zazeendot

Oh, my gravy, I almost forgot the saying of the chapter!

SAYING OF THE CHAPTER: The luck of the British.

Bye!

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