Found
by
WisdomDeath
There was this one night, my parents were on a
date, that I was left in the house with my older sister. She has always been
busy talking to her friends over the phone. Having no one to talk to, I tried
to find ways to entertain myself. Television shows were a complete bore. My
phone got boring after an hour. It seemed like my night was getting more and
more boring with every tick of the clock. Well, not until I saw the slightly
open door of my father’s study. Usually, I wouldn’t care even if the door is
completely open but curiosity got the best of me.
One step was all it took before the
smell of cigarette reached my nostrils. It was enough to make me walk back but
something was tugging me to go in. Of course I did. My heart was racing as I
looked around. Oh it was the thrill of doing something new.
Almost every thing seemed normal until
I spotted the open notebook at the corner of the desk. I looked at it and it
wasn’t my father’s handwriting nor was it my mother’s.
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