No Name Book- A book by Nadles

by Guest Fri Jul 11, 2014 11:23 am

I kept a book, a book of secrets never revealed, lies ever told, adventures that ever broke and hearts that were stole in a closet, behind the messy and uncoordinated clothes that hang there, motionless and still. I've never wanted to tell anyone the dear secrets or anything about this journal. Mother bought it for school but I now used it for home. It was too beautiful to be taken to school. Girls saying "You like bringing fancy stuff to school" or some other critique which was the opposite of what you were meaning when you had brought it into the school.

Mother said that you shouldn't worry about it but I refused to take it. It was too precious, too beautiful, too gorgeous and too expensive to take. Mother spent a good jolly amount for it, so I had to look after it! After all, she wasn't that pleased on what price she had to pay.

Mother forgot I had the diary which is a very good thing! If she knew, she'd ask to see what "condition" it is in AKA what have I written in it. Mother is very strict about how I write or what I write.

Did I tell you how lucky you are? You're the few who I'll share the secrets of my diary with.

But can I trust you to keep them?