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One book caught my eye.
It had no way to distinguish it besides the black cover.
Carefully, I pull it out and see no title on the cover.
Opening the book, I found the words 'M.R.S.'s journal.' were printed in a deep blue.
Very interested, I began to turn the page before I stopped myself.
'I don't want to invade their privacy.' Was my first thought.
But then I remembered that it was my room.
Why would someone put their stuff in my room?
Unless, this was mine.
I slowly opened the book, preparing myself to shut the book in case it wasn't actually mine.
I started to read the first entry and became even more interested when I knew it was mine.
November 23, 2003
Today's the 23rd and it's finally my 11th birthday! My mom and dad bought me the two books I wanted! My best friend, Kelly, gave me a silver necklace. It has the letter M on it for Miley. That's my name. I guess I should tell a little about myself…
My name is Miley, as I've said before, I just turned 11 today. I have a best friend and her name is Kelly, I have a brother. His name's Jackson, my dad and mom are married and we live a little ways outside Nashville Tennessee. My dad's name is Robby Ray and my mom's name is Brooke. I love to sing, dance, and read. Sometimes I like to write stories, but nobody really knows that.
I bought this little black book today. I was at a store in Nashville. I even bought it with my won money. It has a lot of pages in it but I don't think I could write every single day. But even once a month would be alright. I got this so I could write in it and just express my feelings through writing. I have another way of getting rid of stress, but it isn't very 'healthy'. My mom's calling me. Bye!
Miley Ray
I re-read the entry again. Thinking, I began to wonder what my 'not very healthy' stress reliever was. I began to turn the page when I heard someone walking down the hallway.
Quickly, I threw the book underneath the bed and stood up to move towards the door.
Opening the door, I looked out and saw someone coming out of the door at the end of the hallway. It was that room with the locked door.
He was as tall as Robby Ray, but he was still a half foot taller than me.
He had shaggy brown hair and was wearing Levi's and a plain white shirt.
"Hey, Miles, you okay?" he asks, walking by me and down the stairs.
"Yeah." I say, I watched as he disappeared down the stairs with a wave of his hand.
I walked back into my room and shut the door. Walking back over to the bed and sat down atop of it. Lying down, I leaned over the edge and reached for the little black book.
Slowly, I opened the book again and began to read the second entry.
AN: I have the next 3 chapter written down..just not typed..thanks for those who reviewed! It made my day so much brighter! lol. Hmm..oh yeah, i put up a new story and I'm thinking about just typing some random one-shot! R&R please!