I went to the forbidden closet in the back of mom and dad's room. No one was allowed in here, let alone their bedroom. However, to me, their room seemed pretty normal and average. Nothing really stood out or screamed 'secretive information'. But if they ever found out I snuck in their bedroom, no one would hear from me for a while.

"Maple you stand watch and act natural. I'll look around." I said. I didn't need Maple falling or something and blowing our covers.

Maple nodded and went off. There was a box on the very top shelf of the closet, but I couldn't reach it. I decided to leave it. If I couldn't reach it, mom couldn't either. If anything, it was a box of shoes or something along those lines.

"What are you doing in here, Looney? I thought you were too innocent to look through mommy and daddy's stuff." Finnick said. I guess Finnick was trying to man up a bit because he was working on growing bronze-ish facial stubble. Personally, facial hair was such a turnoff.

"Don't call me Looney and I'm not that innocent. What are you doing in here? And why should I tell you my whereabouts? This is my house. And why are you growing facial hair? It's gross." I asked.

"Because Willow brought the diary Maple told you about with him here. And he found Ash's as well. And I think it makes me look sexy." Finnick said stroking his stubble. The words 'Finnick' and 'sexy' should not even be in the same sentence, let alone thought. And, as if facial hair could change someone's appearance that much.

"I'm just looking around for another diary. And no, actually, facial hair is such a turnoff." I said crossing my arms over my ribs.

"You think there's one on the top shelf?" Finnick asked ignoring my comment about the facial hair. I didn't like beard-y men.

"Under the pile of folded sweaters, I can see a shape of a book." I said pointing. My fingers couldn't reach that shelf, even if I tried. Finnick almost could, but was not that tall yet.

"Right, well. We're both too short to reach it. But if you get on my shoulders, do you think you can reach it?" Finnick asked.

"Why are you helping me?" I asked narrowing my eyes. This was out of the norm. Finnick didn't help anyone except for himself. Unless, of course, he wanted something.

"Well, I thought maybe we could bury the hatchet and get over the Looney-Fish boy arguments." Finnick said.

"Fine, but how much does Devin know?" I asked.

"Not much. He knows there's a locked diary of Johanna's but that's it." Finnick said.

"So basically what everyone else knows?" I said. Finnick sighed and hoisted me on his shoulders. He stood up and I could almost touch the bars of the shelf.

"Reach!" He said.

I nodded and I did. I almost fell, but Finnick caught me. I sighed in relief and tried again. Finnick tightened his grip on my a bit and I gave the reach another shot.

"Almost have it." I said grabbing onto the wire shelf. I pulled myself up and grabbed the book.

"Hey, Fish- Finnick! How do I get down?" I asked dangling from the shelf.

Finnick hoisted me onto his shoulders again and he let me climb down.

"Who owned the diary?" Finnick asked.

"My mom." I answered, looking at the condition. It was pretty good, barely used. And no damage was done. It was pretty suspicious: who buys a diary and leaves it in such perfect unused condition?

"But it's locked. Like super-duper locked!" Finnick said stupidly again.

"Well, I think I can take care of it." I said leading everyone to my room.

"What are you all doing upstairs?" Mom asked from the bottom of the stairs.

"Nothing. I'm just showing them how much I love my yellow walls." I said as she grinned and went off. Sometimes mom was so happy I was like Aunt Prim. She was happy, but ignorant. And ignorance is bliss.

I grabbed a coat hanger from my closet and bent it out of shape. I fiddled with it a bit and it worked on Ash's diary. I wouldn't open at all!

"What sort of diary is this?" Maple asked, sitting on my bed.

"I don't know, and I don't care. I want no part of this. This is child's play." Willow said pompously, leaving us. Maple sighed and got up to go get him.

"Let him go. He's unworthy to be trusted with this secret anyway." I said as she sat down again. She seemed sad about Willow, but didn't say anything.

"How do we get this diary to open?" Finnick said looking at it.

"But I picked the lock! That always works!" I said.

"Not always. We need some sort of shape or something to fit in it before we can open it." Maple said.

I sighed angrily and paced around the room.

"What if there was like an object? Like a puzzle piece? Because this was a Capitol-diary. And in the olden days of my mom and dad, keys made puzzles." I said.

"That may work." Maple said.

"Well, let's try and stencil the shapes of the keys and puzzle pieces." Finnick said as we nodded and began to stencil.

All of the shapes were pretty unorganized, but that didn't mean they meant nothing. It was a Capitol diary, nothing could mean everything. And everything could be nothing. However, these shapes were pretty irrelevant. They didn't make any sense and it gave me a headache.

"Kids, come down for dinner!" Mom yelled as I rolled my eyes. Nevertheless, I was glad to have an excuse to not worry about the diary for a bit. Maple walked downstairs first and I inspected the book one last time.

"There's an initial on the side of mine. C.S." I said looking at it. I traced the gold engraving with my index finger and looked at the fancy cursive.

"C.S.? Who is C.S.?" Finnick asked. I shrugged and hid the books underneath my pillow. It was the best I could do for now. I needed to find a better hiding place.

And that's all for today :) I'm so happy because my tennis team won 8-0 at our tennis match today and we are currently undefeated at 8 wins and 0 loses. Yay!

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