Sarah read that word over and over again, until it became imprinted in her head. Gotcha, gotcha, gotcha. She didn't know what that meant, and it made her panic. At this point the bus had already left, seeing that Sarah wasn't getting on anytime soon. Just as Sarah decided to just walk home, a voice was heard behind her.

"I knew it! See Darwin, she did read it!" She could clearly make out whose voice it was, yet she refused to turn around.

"So, you've finally decided to read the 'diary.'" Gumball said devilishly She finally mustered up the courage to face him. She could see Gumball's knowing grin. Darwin stood right beside him, looking surprisingly concerned. His brow was furrowed, possibly waiting to see how Sarah would react. Her throat felt dry, but she didn't understand.

"Sarah, don't you get it? He snatched the diary away from her. "This is a fake diary. Darwin and I both know how obsessed you are over us, so I decided to pull a little test."

Sarah gulped hard. A test? At that point, she started tensing up, and clenched her fists. With a calm voice that contrasted her nervous-as-hell look, she asked them both.

"What do you mean test?"

Darwin decided to speak up this time, stepping forward and putting his hands together. He lowered his voice to a calm tone.

"Listen, you know what you did. You watched us for a long time. You must've known at some point we would've reported it. And we did." he crossed his arms and raised his voice higher. "Honestly, we couldn't just stand by knowing there was a threat to our privacy. To be fair, the diary test was Gumball's idea." He nodded towards the blue feline.

Gumball spoke. "And now that we know that you're a stalker and a snoop, we can decide what to do. Maybe we'll have to move away to a secluded cabin in the woods, or maybe a castle high atop a mountain, or-!"

"Gumball, focus!" Darwin yelled, seeming annoyed by Gumball's lack of seriousness. "Sarah, we can't go to sleep at night knowing you're probably outside our window. It not only scares us, but it shows that we can't be your friends anymore."

Nothing could have prepared Sarah for the sentence that seemed to repeat itself in her head. Her, not being friends with them anymore? That would mean no connection, nobody to hang out with at lunch, no one to tell jokes to. Not only that, but Sarah had undying feelings for them. Sarah felt an emotional weight on her shoulders, accompanied by guilt. No friends, no relationship, no life. Oh God, what if they'd never talk to her again? What if They'd tell everyone else about her, and she'd be ignored? An outcast in her own school. Being gossiped about during lunch, being made fun of in the locker room, maybe even being too scared to go outside anymore. She wouldn't have anybody. And it would all be because of some stupid notebook!

Slowly, anger started to replace sadness. This diary, the notebook that Sarah held in her hands, would be the reason why her life would be ruined. And it wasn't even a real one, just some variable that was used so she could be tested! Like a damn lab rat! This book holding nothing but one word and otherwise empty sheets would be the cause of her social suicide. Anger bubbled inside her. She held the book in her hands, now shaking with rage. The storm mirrored her emotions. She didn't even look at it anymore, her eyes were now just shifting between the two boys. Her own crushes, scratch that, her own future husbands, tricked her, just to see if she was a good enough friend. Huge screams of thunder roared, the rain storm gradually getting worse. This book, the stupid book! She threw it forward with all of her strength, tears brimming her eyes from fear, embarrassment, and regret.

Too bad this only made her situation worse. I mean, how was she to now that it would hit Darwin right in the face?

Darwin recoiled and stepped back, the paper making a cut right under his eye, a small droplet of blood dripped down his face. It mixed with the rain, but Sarah could still see the mark where it came from. Darwin, either shocked from the fact that she threw it at him or the pain, began tearing up. He started crying, short but loud sobs ensuring his emotional and physical pain. Gumball, equally surprised, began to comfort his brother. He held him, with little whispers of "It's okay" coming from his lips. That didn't stop him from glaring daggers at Sarah, however.

But she just stood there, hands at her sides, with eyes of emotionless fathom. She didn't know how to feel. But her emotionless stupor quickly dissipated when she heard the front door of the school open.

"What happened?!" Shouted the person. Gumball and Darwin turned around to see who the person was, but Sarah already knew who it was just by listening to his voice. He led the three children inside the school. obviously concerned and wanting to know what happened, but he already knew. It was the person Sarah feared throughout the entire day.

It was none other than Mr. Small.