Prologue.

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To: Alison Bean
(Hope you like the gift!)

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THOSE WERE THE ONLY WORDS scribbled onto the package that was put in front of my doorstep. I tip-toed upstairs with the box in my hands, making sure that I won't wake my family. It's freaking 7 a.m. on a Sunday morning.

I reached for the door knob and went into my bedroom, then closed the door behind me as quiet as I can. Curiousity killed me as I quickly ripped off the wrapping. Disappoinment washed over me when the present was revealed.

It's a diary.

I held onto it as I collapsed onto my favorite beanbag. I flipped through the whole book, hoping to find something slightly more interesting. Perhaps someone hid a surprise among the pages. In the end, I convinced myself that it's just a diary.

I sighed and tossed the diary aside. Then a question came to my mind:

Who gave me this diary?

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