2 Chapter~One~

𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘕𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥.

𝘏𝘦'𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦'𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘨.

𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸!!

𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘐𝘗𝘊𝘊 𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦?

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞.. 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧.. 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐠!

He'd known full well the sort of elaborate drama that would commence in the household if he informed anybody about the little act of carelessness of his; and so, he chose to stay mum.

Instead, he decided to take the matter in his own hands and began rummaging through the bag that he could swear looked exactly like his own.

𝘾𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙖𝙡 𝙆𝙖𝙟𝙖𝙡, 𝙇𝙞𝙥 𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙢..

He rolled his eyes.,

𝙃𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙗𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙝? 𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙡𝙮??

𝘽𝙖𝙣𝙙-𝙖𝙞𝙙𝙨, 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙨, 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙪𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙥𝙚𝙧, 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙨....

Irritation egged him!!

No bus pass or something? Really?

𝘾𝙡𝙞𝙥 𝙗𝙤𝙖𝙧𝙙, 𝙄𝙏 𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙥𝙖𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨, 𝙄𝙏 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙨, 𝙖 𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠 ,𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙥𝙝-

Pink notebook?

A diary?

Woah!!