The Diary

"Stop!" she yelled with all her might but the young man kept running with her diary in his hand. Her high heels did not allow her to chase after him and she could not do away with them not only because they were very expensive but they belonged to her aunt Silia, neither could she hold them as her hands were full of numerous other diaries. What would happen now? why had this man stolen her diary? It wouldn't be of any use to him but her life depended on it, she searched her memory trying to remember which year of her life did that diary belong to...what sinful secrets of hers did it hold. As her memory worked she went numb with fear, if the diary somehow reached her parents or any member of her family she would be devastated. She would never be able to face any of them again how humiliated she would be!

Anne cursed herself for choosing this very street, thinking it was the best site for burning away her life's secrets. Now as she looked around the sudden realization of being alone scared her. She was a very brave girl but this stinky dark street with cats darting around and dogs howling in the distance scared her. Tall buildings rose on both sides without any windows or openings, they were not even painted and the rough bricks seemed to be on the verge of crushing under their own weight. Sighing loudly she turned back to go home, her mission had not been accomplished but something was wrong about this night , she would fail even if she tried again she could sense it...(enuf lameness wil continu leta)