A dirty little secret
Chapter 1
The diary
Hanna Marin sighed as she went over the A. texts again. She really wanted to find out who A. was. She had a list of suspects but it was all going cold. It got even worse when they were all taken to the police station and then there was that cop who slept with her mother. She sighed in frustation. She really wanted to be incontrol for once. That meant no A., no Caleb, and her friends could all coexist hapily with out the suspicion.
Suddenly a knock sounded on the door. Hanna got up and went to it. She opened the door to find a tall aristocratic blond man standing in front of her. "Pardon me, but is this the Marin residence." The man asked in a british accent.
"Yeah it is, who are you" Hanna asked.
"Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Lucius Malfoy." He said.
"So, what do you want" Hanna asked.
"Is there a Hanna Marin, here" Mr. Malfoy asked.
"Yeah, I'm Hanna." Hanna said.
"Than this is for you" Lucius said giving Hanna a little black book. "It's a very special diary. You are allowed to keep it for a while but I'll be back for it. Now if that is all, goodbye muggle filth." He stepped back and swirled his cloak. He then diasppeared with a crack.
Hanna rubbed her eyes and thenshe saw that she was still holding the diary, hence the man really did disapear with a crack infront of her.
She looked at the diary. She opened it up and saw that no one had written in it. She then closed it and then saw a name in the small left coner of the diary. It was initialed, T. M. RIDDLE. She walked up to her room and sighed. She took the book and wrote in it because if it was a diary that was what you were supposed to do.
Dear diary, my name is Hanna Marin. I am a 16 year old girl that is tired of her life. First this person A. keeps texting me. And caleb my boyfriend betrayed me. My friends and I are being under suspicion for the murder of out leader Allison delarentis who was murdered last year. We now know Ian killed her but he is MIA right now. That's it.
Hannah stopped writing and was fixing to close the diary when she stopped. The diary was writing back.
She watched in horrible facination as the words appeared.
Hello Hanna Marin, my name is Tom Riddle. What is texting?