Open Diaries

“It’s not even that interesting.” Sheryl nonchalantly said to the so-called friend who was holding her diary. Inside she was quaking, if that book was opened, if anyone saw what she had written, she would quite literally die. Well she would not literally die, that’d be ridiculous. But if it ever got out the things that she wrote about people in those unguarded moments where she was completely free to say and think whatever she wanted, it would destroy any credibility she had. And she had very little.


Sarah started flipping through the pages, “Just a little peak wouldn’t hurt, surely?” Sarah was a mischievous character; she liked playing games, being cheeky and now was no exception.  She started to rummage in her handbag with her left hand while she held the diary high in the air with her right. She was wearing heels and even on a no-heel day she towered over Sheryl. “A-ha,” she exclaimed as she pulled out a lighter.

“Please don’t!” Sheryl’s hands came together and shook as she begged for her most prized possession to stay in one piece but Sarah just cackled. That’s what they all did, all the time. The girls at her school cackled. Giggled. Scoffed. Sneered. All of this was mostly directed towards Sheryl and she had no idea why it happened, when it started or why after almost 6 years at school together it still carried on.

The lighter was put back in the bag. “I’m not that much of a bitch!” Sheryl was relieved beyond description, there was hope that she might get her book back in some manner. Sarah tilted her head to one side. “But looking at your face, I think I need to know what’s going on in here.”

“I will do anything for you to not read that. Anything.” The last word hung in the air for a while as if it was echoing. Sarah was clearly mulling over the idea of someone doing anything for her. And that someone being Sheryl, made it even more appealing.

“Anything you say? Hmmm…I want you to kill Mrs Bavister’s cat.”

Kill. Sheryl had thought anything was a good place to start when it came to negotiating but Sarah had gotten a little carried away with counter offering the assassination of a beloved school pet. As Sarah looked at Sheryl’s face she knew the answer. “I’ll take that as a no then.  I’ll just have to find out about…” She opened the diary at a random page and started reading aloud. “…How good she looked in her dress. How her long, thin, tanned legs looked, you could see all the way to her mid-thigh. Ooo I hadn’t realised this was a Mills & Boons sort of affair!”

Sheryl was already so embarrassed and Sarah hadn’t even got to the worst part. “And then she twirled and for a second you could see the lower part of her bum cheek. It was only the smallest glimpse but it was more than I could ever have dreamed of seeing. And even though she hates me, I can’t help but notice that Sarah is…so…beautiful…”

Sheryl turned a spectacular shade of red as the realisation of what Sarah was reading washed over her. Sarah’s colour changed to match.


xx woeful writes xx

Inspired by a prompt from Annika Spalding in her Writing With Confidence group, August 2017


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