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Kennedy POV. The weather was bad, but I needed to get that new book, it's Robert birthday gift, who'd knew a grown up man would kill for the newest werewolf love book. I got into my car, drove carefully toward the local book store, they had the new book reserved for me. It was supposed to one quick drive, until I walked into the library. A girl was sitting on a bean bag, her blond hair was covering her eyes with overgrown bangs, she tried to huff them away from her face but to no use. She looked young, maybe she's just here with her parents, looking down at the book she had in her hands it was a kids story. Does she read for the local kids? Or is it just for her?

he was still as cocky as ever, typical Beta. After he said that no bumps would appear because the book seemed light, he took it. We both stared at the book that appeared to be a journal. We gave each other a curious look. Why would there be a journal on the shelves of the encyclopedia at the library? I knew it was wrong to look through someone else's diary, but my curiosity got the best of me. I took the journal from Ace and started to flip through it. The journal seemed old; the pages of the book were turning brown. There were liquid stains on some of the pages too. The diary was well organized, there were no lines, but the entries were styled.

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"Hi!" said the familiar voice through the door. She saw how he respects her family. He looked at her and smiled. "Well, I just went here to look if you’re okay now. It seems you’re even finer than I imagined. How's your feeling?" "I'm fine." she politely said. She saw how he looked at her family and her family went out. "Nurse Dy, its okay if you'll stay here. I want her to feel comfortable just by you staying." Dr. Jimenez said that made her relief. He looked straight to her eyes. "I know, it's difficult to understand so I'm here to give you this." he gave a thick black book. "I'll entrust my journal, just by reading those with book marks and high lightened sentences. In addition, I'll entr

That was the most random thing I'd ever heard from luis and I honestly wasn't sure how to respond. "A book... About what?" I was afraid to ask. He snickered. "Don't sound too excited for me, lynn. It's going to be a book about life advice and how to stop being an asshole to yourself. I'm going to make it like a journal. I tell you a piece of advice with my clever musings, and then the reader will have a space to write about that piece of advice." I stopped and grabbed his arm as a grin stretched my lips. "I actually don't hate that idea at all."

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Nanny Rita said it contains some cute stuff from her high school days – a phase in her life that brought her so much trauma. She breathed deep before opening the bag. It contains old slum books and a diary with broken lock. She smirked thinking that her mother could have forced to open it. She must be disappointed to see nothing juicy about the things that she wrote there. Her younger life was boring and predictable until it wasn't. In fact, each page of her diary contains almost the same events. As she randomly went through each page, she noticed a paper inserted within its pages. She almost dropped the diary upon seeing that paper from way back. It's still obvious that it was once cru

Which was exactly what I did when I filled the leather journal. At the end of March-between the bookstore and counseling-I finished what I'd been working on. I'd painstakingly chosen every word and line that now stared back at me from the pages in black ink and my crummy handwriting. I read through it, happy with how I'd conveyed something so personal and private, yet sad to remember just how morose I'd been when I arrived in the Golden State. Dr. Sarratt thumbed through it during our next session. I spent most of that hour biting my fingernails, waiting for him to respond to what he'd read. Five minutes before our time was up, he pushed the book across his desk.