Rainy Days
written by Zoe Underwood
Meet Evelyn. She's an aspiring author. Her life is pretty normal. Good parents, good friends, good grades. She's completely fine and grateful for what she has. Evelyn's favourite spot is the local cafe. One day she meets a girl named Isabelle in the cafe. And then her life changes.
Last Updated
05/31/21
Chapters
15
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408
Life lesson #13
Chapter 13
A diary? Seriously? I search for hours and I get a diary? Is it even a diary? Oh yes, it is. Wait it’s a journal. It’s the same thing anyways. A stupid diary. Or journal. That’s what was hidden inside the painting.
Why do you need to hide a diary? It’s a journal! Whatever. Why do you need to hide a journal? It’s just a plain book in which you write your feelings. And secrets.
Of course! Isa must have written something in it. Her deepest, darkest secrets. I excitedly opened the book. And do you know what was there? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. An empty book. What did she want? For me to write my feelings?
There must be something inside it. Maybe there is. Wait, what about her phone? Phones can be easily hidden in books. I flipped through it. There was no phone. But there was a key. Is there a locked door in her house? Maybe there’s something in there? What if her parents are serial killers? There could be proof inside that room! The cops searched every single room. They would’ve noticed it. And even if they were, how would I get inside? There’s security everywhere.
Maybe it’s a key for ……. I can’t think of anything! Why did Isabelle put this journal inside this painting? And why did she hide a key inside it? What will it unlock? Is my smart yet annoying voice right? If it is, why didn’t the cops notice it? Why ????
I’m going crazy. I hid the key in the journal and hid that in the painting. Then I hid it in my locker, underneath the clothes that I never wore. Then I locked it and put it inside the secret compartment inside my bag. I should get myself a coffee. Should I go to the café? It what was were everything started. I’ll just drink hot chocolate.
Sipping slowly, my mind wandered away. Ever since Isabelle’s death, I hadn’t been the same. How could I? She had started to be like my sister. True, I only spent a month with her, but I knew so much about her. We talked all day. I would text her during all my classes. After school I’d visit her in the café. Then we’d go either to her house or my house, but we usually went to mine. We’d watch movies and YouTube videos. She’d spend the night in my place, or in her place if both of us were there. Sometimes she’d go but we’d talk on the phone all night. Conversations about literally everything, all random stuff. One moment we’d be talking movies and the next we’d be talking about her cousin who looks exactly like her.
The cousin…….What was her name? I had to remember it, we talked about her for an entire night. Come on, Evelyn, think! Could it be Megan? It had to be. I immediately went through my phone conversations. The first one was an unknown number. Megan’s parents! I’ll tell them that I’m her teacher and need to immediately talk to her. Or maybe I’m her partner in a school project. That would work. It’s only 7 pm after all, they wouldn’t mind.
Please answer the phone, please answer it………
Why do you need to hide a diary? It’s a journal! Whatever. Why do you need to hide a journal? It’s just a plain book in which you write your feelings. And secrets.
Of course! Isa must have written something in it. Her deepest, darkest secrets. I excitedly opened the book. And do you know what was there? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. An empty book. What did she want? For me to write my feelings?
There must be something inside it. Maybe there is. Wait, what about her phone? Phones can be easily hidden in books. I flipped through it. There was no phone. But there was a key. Is there a locked door in her house? Maybe there’s something in there? What if her parents are serial killers? There could be proof inside that room! The cops searched every single room. They would’ve noticed it. And even if they were, how would I get inside? There’s security everywhere.
Maybe it’s a key for ……. I can’t think of anything! Why did Isabelle put this journal inside this painting? And why did she hide a key inside it? What will it unlock? Is my smart yet annoying voice right? If it is, why didn’t the cops notice it? Why ????
I’m going crazy. I hid the key in the journal and hid that in the painting. Then I hid it in my locker, underneath the clothes that I never wore. Then I locked it and put it inside the secret compartment inside my bag. I should get myself a coffee. Should I go to the café? It what was were everything started. I’ll just drink hot chocolate.
Sipping slowly, my mind wandered away. Ever since Isabelle’s death, I hadn’t been the same. How could I? She had started to be like my sister. True, I only spent a month with her, but I knew so much about her. We talked all day. I would text her during all my classes. After school I’d visit her in the café. Then we’d go either to her house or my house, but we usually went to mine. We’d watch movies and YouTube videos. She’d spend the night in my place, or in her place if both of us were there. Sometimes she’d go but we’d talk on the phone all night. Conversations about literally everything, all random stuff. One moment we’d be talking movies and the next we’d be talking about her cousin who looks exactly like her.
The cousin…….What was her name? I had to remember it, we talked about her for an entire night. Come on, Evelyn, think! Could it be Megan? It had to be. I immediately went through my phone conversations. The first one was an unknown number. Megan’s parents! I’ll tell them that I’m her teacher and need to immediately talk to her. Or maybe I’m her partner in a school project. That would work. It’s only 7 pm after all, they wouldn’t mind.
Please answer the phone, please answer it………
