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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1. The Bus


  A/N: Thank you so much for clicking this     
      movella it really means a lot to me.
     P.S Justin is not famous in this story

~Tuesday~


                     [Shianna's POV]


      "Thank you" the driver said taking my money. I made my way to the back of the city bus and took a seat in the only available seat, between the window and some guy ."Great" I muttered looking at my phone it was 11:25, five minutes before curfew. I'm so going to be grounded. "Five minutes to the airport. Ten minutes to Maple court" the driver announced, and with that the bus began to move I scrolled down my Instagram and Twitter feed. Out of the corner of my eye I saw that some guy was staring at me. I looked at him and turned his attention back to his notebook. He had really pretty light brown eyes, his hair was in a quiff, he was dressed in all black. He was actually pretty hot. I was really attracted to him. I totally would be flirting  with him if I already didn't have a boyfriend. I sighed at the thought of my boyfriend. I turned my attention back to my cell phone and texted a couple if people. "Airport" the driver announced "Well, this is my stop" the boy said looking at me I nodded, why the hell was he telling me? He made his way towards the front of the bus to get off when I noticed he left his notebook.
"Hey Kid! You forgot this" I yelled ,waving the notebook around in the air, causing people to stare. He didn't hear me though, I was too late. I placed the notebook in my lap and examined it. It had a lock on it, with funny doodles. I continued scrolling through my phone. "Maple Court" the driver announced I grabbed the notebook and shoved my phone in my back pocket before walking off the bus. I walked down the route to get to my house. I entered the garage code to make the garage door go up. I checked the time on my phone while waiting for the garage to fully rise. It was 11:35. I opened the door to see my dad sitting in the living room chair staring at me. 

"Shianna Faith Morgan, why are you so late coming home?" My dad asked

Did he have to use my government name?

"The bus was late" I lied "Plus I wouldn't have this problem if I had my own car" 

I ran up the stairs before he could say anything I picked out my night clothes.I put my phone in my water resistant pouch and got in the shower. I turned on music while washing up and rinsing out my hair like I always do. I turned off my music and stepped out of the shower putting my wet hair in a ponytail before turning out my lights and hopping in bed. It wasn't until I was in bed that I remembered the whole bus incident about how that guy left his notebook. I got up and turned the lights back on and grabbed the notebook off my dresser before plopping back down on my bed again. Fuck I can't go get in it without the combination.I know what I'm about to do is not right and I should sleeping right now since it is a school night but maybe this will help me find out where to return it to,since I have nothing better to do . I grabbed my phone off the night stand and googled how to pick a combination lock. I clicked on the first link and it stated that I needed a bobby pin. I got back out of my bed again for the second time to go to the bathroom to get what I needed to do this. I sat back down on the bed once again, hoping it was the last time I had to get up again. I followed all the instructions and BAM, I picked the lock I opened up the notebook and it had his name in it , but no number so I had no way of getting in contact with him. I turned the page and read it slowly in my head.

‘Dear Journal,

    My name is Justin Bieber. And I really think this idea is stupid. I don't get how this is going to help me manage my anger. Stupid therapist. Well I have nothing else to write so whatever’

I tried to read more but I was so tired that I couldn't keep my eyes open. Eventually I gave up on trying to read some more of his writing. I closed the notebook and looked over at my alarm clock 12:00, it read. I set the journal back on my nightstand and turned out the light before falling asleep.

 

 

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