29 days, 11 hours, 34 minutes left
“Deep breath, Charlotte.” I whispered to myself as I sat in my car outside of the school.
I was extremely nervous about meeting Abby, as well as doubly pissed off. She lied to me for years and pretended to be my best friend. Yet, I still don’t know why she did all of it.
I got out of my car and looked around for Abby. I had the lock of my hair in my bag, all I hoped is that she had the journal in return. I glanced around and noticed her standing by a cherry red car across the parking lot.
“Char!” She said, sticking her hand up in the air and waving. I let out a frustrated snarl and stalked over to her.
“Show me the journal.” I refrained from yelling my head of at her just barely.
“What? No hello?” She asked, looking offended.
“What? No sorry?” I retorted, crossing my arms over my chest and she sighed.
“I did what I had to, Char, there’s no reason to be so cross with me.” She said and I rolled my eyes.
“Why did you do it?” I asked.
“I can’t say. Maybe one day I can, but I hope you know that I am still your friend, even with this other thing.” She said.
“Go to hell.” I spat and she frowned.
“Fine. Did you already cut your hair or will I have the honours?” She remarked and I rummaged in my bag for the Ziploc of my hair.
“Show me the journal.” I repeated and she produced a plain black spiral bound journal from her bag.
“All here, I took the liberty to pick the first one you made, so you could learn the most about the beginning of your life.” She said, confusing me with how thoughtful the gesture was. Maybe our friendship wasn’t entirely false, but I still couldn’t get past this blatant betrayal.
“Here.” I said, thrusting the bagged hair into her hands and snatched the journal out of hers. I opened the front cover and found, ‘Property of Charlotte Peters’ written in the front. I flipped through the pages to check the handwriting from the front matched, so I knew that they didn’t made a fake one.
“It’s yours, and thanks for cooperating! But, also, if this isn’t really your hair, we’ll burn the rest of the journals faster than you can blink.” She said, her tone going from grateful to menacing surprisingly fast.
“It’s really my hair, Abby, so no need to make threats.” I said and she smiled at me.
“There’s always a need to make threats!” She said, still smiling, “I have to be going now, thank you again for being so easy.”
“Bye.” I said quietly as she got in her car.
I gripped my journal tightly in my hands, keeping it close to my chest as I walked towards the school. I wanted to go find Liam before I start reading this journal.
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