Christopher scooped up the diary, but, somehow even before he opened it, he knew it wasn’t his: brown, leather bound, 2012, page a day. His senses were correct, it didn’t belong to him.
Christopher recalled the emergency stop, his diary falling to the floor.
‘Watch what you’re fucking doing!’ they whispered, mimicking the angry bus driver.
They understood what had happened. Identical diaries. Swapped.
Christopher decided not to read it, it wouldn’t be right to intrude upon someone else’s personal thoughts.
Christopher smelled the pages; they held the aroma of those violet sweets he used to eat as a small child.
Christopher started at the beginning, his heart broke that
had started the New Year feeling so alone; hiding in her bedroom to escape the spiteful words her parents hurled at one another. Bethany
Christopher felt rage that Ben Richards, in the school year above, had tried to force
into a physical relationship that she hadn’t been ready for. Bethany
Christopher held his breath when he read that
’s Mum had gone missing. Bethany
Christopher had a funny feeling inside and forgot all about Nicole Cooper.
Christopher longed to meet
So did Christopher.
Christopher shyly smiled.