Five minutes had passed since Stephanie saw the horrible picture before her. She sat against the hallway wall as she tried to convince herself that one of this happened. But she couldn't, for she knew it was real. Even if it was real, which it was, she tried to tell her self that it wasn't any of her business. She had no right to stand and stare at the scene that didn't involve herself at all.
But no matter how much Stephanie tried; no matter how much she tried to tell herself that it was nothing to be concerned about, the 10 year old couldn't. D.J. was her sister, her flesh and blood, and it didn't feel right to let it go and allow her to do such an evil thing.
Two more minutes had passed, and Steve was already standing in front of the girl with his gym bag over his shoulder. She looked up at him as little Michelle skittishly ran over with an annoyed look on her face.
"Where's D.J?" the 6 year old asked, "I've been waiting here forever."
"I don't know," said Steve, "probably finishing up her school work."
Stephanie wanted to roll her eyes, but she couldn't. it was just too horrible to be annoying. Some school work.
At the nick of time D.J. came walking over with a big smile on her face. "Hey Steve, how was practice?"
"I practically slaughtered everyone on the team," the boy answered before giving a proud look, and received a kiss from his girlfriend.
Stephanie couldn't believe what she was watching. Her sister just got back from practically sucking the life out of that stranger boy, and now she was kissing Steve with those dirty lips?
"Alright, lets go," D.J. said, and walked with her boyfriend and sisters.
"It's about time," said Michelle as she and Stephanie got in the back seat of Steve's car.
"Sorry Michelle," D.J. said as she got in the front seat next to Steve. "I had lots to do."
Stephanie remained quiet the whole way home. She couldn't even dare to look at her older sister because of the disgusting thing she did. I thought she was cool? The real question, was she going to say something? Will she tell Steve that his girlfriend is cheating on him? Would she even mention it to her sister? All those questions scattered all over her brain. If she did tell Steve than he would be upset. But then again, better sooner than later. And if she asked D.J. about it, the 16 year old would get angry with her for snooping. But she couldn't just let it go.
Stephanie let out a deep sigh, not knowing what to do.
"Stephanie, I don't like it that you're going through my diary," said D.J. when everyone got home from school.
Stephanie finally came to her senses. Her diary! She would have to write about all of this in there! She completely ignored what D.J said to her and walked off.
"Stephanie!"
The ten year old stopped and turned to her sister and gave her a lifeless stare. "What?"
"Did you hear me? I know you've been reading my diary. Don't do it anymore."
"Yeah, yeah, ok." That wouldn't stop her, although she would have to check the diary while everyone was a sleep so D.J. wouldn't suspect it.
11:00 pm, the time where everybody was in bed, Stephanie, making sure not to wake Michelle up, crawled out of her bed and left the bedroom with a flashlight. She walked across the hall and carefully and slowly opened D.J.'s bedroom door.
The girl quietly creeped across the room after switching on the flashlight, and searched around for the curren hiding place of D.J's diary. Sighing with relieve that the book was still there, Stephanie picked it up and left the room.
Then, deciding that a flashing would wake up the light-sleeping Michelle, the ten year old ran downstairs and into the kitchen.
After sitting at the table, the girl quickly went through the book. She had read most of it, so she kept turning until she would find something new. Stephanie finally got to where she left off about the cake/kiss story. Then she turned the page, and surprisingly the page was blank. She kept turning pages, but found nothing; not even a letter.
This made the girl confused. She knew that D.J. always wrote all her deepest secrets in her diary, and she would think that cheating on her boyfriend would be a pretty big secret. But she didn't; it wasn't there.
Stephanie sighed and tried to come to conclusions. Maybe she didn't write it down because she would now that her clever, sneaky sister would find it. Maybe D.J knew herself that what she was doing was beyond bad, and she didn't want any chances of somebody finding out.
Stephanie closed the book and put her head down. That had to be it.