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I stripped my jacket off when I got into my room, loosening my cuffs as I headed straight for the bathroom, getting into the shower. After having a quick bath, I wrapped a towel around my waist, pausing just when I saw the safe. I hadn’t opened it in days. I considered ignoring it. Then I walked over, keyed in the code, and pulled it open. The journal sat exactly where I left it, and flipped to the page I had marked. Day 80 I need a book boyfriend. Who’d pin me down and make sure I can take it, even when I can’t. ~C I stared at it for a second. Laughing so hard the sound surprised even me, as it echoed lightly in the bathroom.

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Rachel immediately hide the journal she had been reading. " What is that you're reading? " He proceeded to asked her noticing her attempt to hide what she is reading. "It nothing Hon, just a piece of sad story I was enjoying reading. I found it with the things belonging to my grandmother Anna."

I was disappointed when I realised that this wasn’t a standardised book with contents and labelled pages; it was a journal. I wanted to put it back on the shelf, but I knew it was the only way I would be able to get to the bottom of things. I had no choice. I flipped the page, my eyes scrolling through each word. I didn’t want to miss anything. After reading the first three pages, I decided to get comfortable on the chair perched at the corner of the study where the window was. Engulfing the book in my hands, I took long strides. I glanced at the scenery outside the window before sitting, and the minute my bottom collided with the chair. I felt a form of relaxation.

She muttered something beneath her breath that sounded suspiciously like, “Bossy.” I chuckled quietly before reaching for one of my own slices. For a few minutes, the room settled into a comfortable silence. She read. I ate. Every so often she’d stop, scribble another note, then continue. Finally, curiosity got the better of me. “So…” She looked up. “What have you found?” She sighed dramatically before setting the slice back onto her plate. “Honestly?” She tapped the open page. “These journals are incredibly frustrating. They assume whoever’s reading them already knows everything.”

"Lord but what's the girl reading now?" Jenny sits in a chair by the fire, a coffee cup on the hearth one side of her, and next to it, an oddly coloured pebble, lined with rust and deep green stripes. "It's a book about geology. Mr Kalkowski lent it to me." She yells a protest as Brett snatches the book from her. "Let's have a look at it then." Mockery in his voice, "What have we here?" He flicks through pages then reads one of them, tracing the page with a forefinger, his lips moving silently.

He just syphons out the information that is of relevance to tell me and Jake, so we wait with bated breath for him to talk again. Nikita huffs and leaves again, going back to the kitchen in a strop. I haven’t got time to deal with her over emotional need for attention right now so I ignore her and carry on looking over through the big book in my lap, desperate to find anything that can help. I stretch my arms high into the air above me and arch my back inwards, trying to relieve some of the aching pain form reading for so long. In the corner of the room, just in the shadows where the light doesn’t quite reach I notice a small tattered book. I place the book I had been reading onto the floor

I opened the first page, and there was a post-it note stuck on it: "I've highlighted all the places that I thought you might like. Hope that might help you with your search. —B" I flipped through the pages of the big book and noticed that Blake had gone through the entire book, highlighting the ones he thought I would like. He even wrote notes and comments on why he thinks I should check them out. There were at least hundreds of them! And on the very last page of the book, there was another post-it note stuck on it: "I'm sorry... I miss you :(" Oh, shit on a stick. Even I had to admit, this was really sweet...

Piling them, one on top of the other, my only hope was that if anyone else should come into the house and entered this room, that no one would notice their state in the dim light of the room. Gathering my equipment and carefully placing the journal in my backpack, I vowed to continue reading the book as soon as I had the opportunity.

He said and I nodded. “But make sure you are discreet about it.” He added. He picked the book up and flipped a few pages as he hummed to himself, I watched him carefully, waiting to be enlightened by his next move. He dropped the book and picked up the journal, he opened the journal and stared at the blank space for some seconds. “What do you intend to do with an empty journal?” I asked, unable to contain my curiosity. “I’m going to read it.” He replied with a mischievous smile on his face.