The Criminal's Journal

"Hey Kid. You forgot this!"
She yelled waving the notebook vigorously in the air.
She was too late, he had already left the bus.
Shianna shrugged, not really caring about the forgotten journal
But little did she know, that journal would change her life

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39. Almost Forgot

 

 

 

 

 Justin made a sharp left turn into my driveway. I jumped out of the black Range Rover with Justin following closely behind. Justin rammed into the door making the glass shatter. 

 

The alarms started triggering sending loud beeps throughout the house. There was no need to hurry this time, My dad was at a business meeting out of town. 

 

Justin followed me up the stairs into my room, randomly selecting clothes from my closet and drawers, throwing it into the duffle bag.

 

The picture hanging on my wall caught my eye. The picture was of me and Carter hugging. It was taken my sixteenth birthday, the summer Carter was kidnapped. 

 

I ripped my eyes off of the photo, smiling. I continued stuffing different shirts into the bag.

 

I trudged across the hall into my parents room. I took the make up from the bathroom room and delivered back to my room. On my way out, I noticed another photo. This one was of me and Carter hugging when I was five. I detached my eyes from the potrait and returned to my room. 

 

I ran down the stairs clutching the bag close to me. Justin was sitting on the couch. I took one last look at the house.

 

"God, I'm going to miss this place" I muttered. 

 

Justin took my hand leading me outside to the car. He opened the car door, the stepped aside, allowing me to get in. He walked over to the drivee side, took his seat, then shoved the key into the ignition. 

 

"Ready?" Justin asked smiling. 

 

"Ready as I'll ever be" 

 

The engine roared to life as Justin slowly backed the car out of the driveway. 

 

"Wait!" I yelled. The car came to a halt.

 

"Wha-" 

The slam of the car door interrupted Justin's sentence, leaving Justin bewildered. 

 

I ran into the house, and scurried up the stairs.

 

There It was, sitting on the dresser, just were I had left it. The thing that changed my life. I almost forgot it. How could I forget it? I wouldn't be with him without it. 

 

 

How could I have forgotten the criminal's Journal?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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