"What is it?" I ask as I put my hand in the hole and grab ahold of a sparkly rough textured pink glitter diary, "What is a diary doing here?"

"I am as clueless as you," she says taking it from my hand and examining it, she flicks through the pages and finds a picture, a picture of Hestia, Isaac and another boy, his features resembling a little with Isaac.

"That's Isaac's brother, Cleo," she says pointing to the only person I didn't recognize in the picture.

"Is this Hestia's diary?"

"Yeah, I assume so but it's empty,"

"Why would she hide an empty diary in the floorboards?"

"I don't know,"

We both are puzzled over the discovery of the diary which despite the dust looked in good condition, but why the fuck would someone hide an empty diary with just a picture in it?

I toss the diary onto my table and start cleaning up the room with Teresa helping me.

It takes us around thirty minutes to clean the room and when we finish, we both are famished, so we decide to head down to the lounge to get some food in our stomach, the only food I had in the last 24-hours is a subway sandwich.

We are lucky enough to get a pepperoni pizza, which is delicious. We gobble it down in a few minutes, as we are about to head to our dorm and continue inspecting the diary a brilliant idea strikes my brain.

"Hey Teresa, do you mind if I catch up to you in a few minutes?"

She gives me a nod and heads up the stairs meanwhile I go to the lounge and ask the lady working there to give me a pair of scissors and a bobby pin. She does give me weird looks but nevertheless obliges my request.

That fuck turd may have ruined my dorm, but I am going to ruin his clothes.

I start searching for his room with the only vague memory of him coming from the left direction of the hallway that night. His room must be between 100 to 150-

"Zofia?" I go still as someone calls out my name from behind, man it doesn't help that I had a pair of scissors in my hand and am dressed head to toe in black.

I slowly turn around just to find Luke smiling innocently at me, "Hey there, Lukey," I say, greeting him with a wave.

"Hey Zofia, what are you up to?"

"I was just wondering if you can show me fu-Isaac's room?"

"Are you guys a thing now?" He questions but starts moving in the direction of the fuckturd's room I suppose.

"Nah, I am just returning something to him,"

"Oh, okay cool, here it is,"

"Thanks," I say as I wait for him to leave, while he awkwardly stands there. After getting the memo that his presence is not needed, he waves and turns away. The door reads 113, how appropriate.

I get to work and start picking the lock with the help of the two bobby pins I have, after two minutes, a click is heard, and I internally celebrate whilst sneakily going inside the room.

The room bore no presence of anyone living there and one of the beds looked like it had not been touched in ages. All his stuff is packed away in boxes, each labeled differently with a sharpie in a messy drawl of handwriting, after a minute of looking around I get ahold of the box labeled as 'Clothes' in a corner.

I opened the box and started cutting through clothes savagely, it took me only seconds to rip each garment of his apart.

Satisfied with my work I decided to head back to my dorm. All the way upstairs, I was smiling ear to ear like the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland, and even Teresa could notice the sudden change in my mood.

"Did something good happen?" She asked.

I was about to tell her all about my evil plan but just then the door to our dorm bursts open and in walks fuckturd. Funny, I remember locking it behind me, "How the fuck did you get in?" I ask simultaneously as Teresa asks, "What is he doing here?"

"What the fuck is wrong with you?' he asks as he draws closer to me and points a little golden key towards my neck.

"Why the fuck do you have a key to our dorm?"

"Why the fuck did you rip apart my clothes?" he counters questions.

"Then maybe you shouldn't have fucked over our dorm,"

"You fucking deserved it for not keeping your hands in control,"

I am just about to tell him that it was he who came after me, but Teresa interjects, "Can you both shut up!?"

"You can leave," I say to fuckturd motioning towards the door.

"Why the fuck do you have that?" I look along his point of vision, which is on the photograph of him, his brother, and Hestia.

"Well, she is my twin sister after all, so her things are mine now," I say bossily but I can notice the shocked expression on Tiger's face from the corner of my eye.

"You can't be, Hestia had no family,"

"How well did you even know her?"

"I knew her enough to know that you are bluffing, you do not know anything about her,"

"We look the same, the only sensible reason is that we are twins,"

"You could have had plastic surgery for all I care, just give me her diary while I am asking nicely," he says taking a step closer to me,

"Fuck off bitch," I say as I grab ahold of the diary in my death grip and fish out my pocket knife in defense,

He scowls at me, "Of course you do not listen when politely talked to," are the final words he says as I push him out of the door, as soon as he is gone Teresa is back in panic mode, "You are Hestia's twin!?"

"I am not sure yet, I need to call Seb," I say as I ignore her questioning eyes and dial Seb's number.

After a ring or two he picks up and mutters a "Hello," in a frantic voice.

"Are you okay Seb?" I ask with genuine concern.

"Yeah, it's nothing, my mom, s-she had a heart attack,"

"Fuck, I am coming over, hold on," I am already rushing out the door but then I remember I am an eight-hour drive away and have no car to travel. I hang up Seb's call after reassuring him I'll be there with him in no time.

"Teresa, can I borrow your car?"

"No, you can't. I'll drive you there," she says as she grabs a few things of hers and motions for me to do the same.

I sigh, "Teresa, it's an eight-hour drive to Vermont,"

"Oh, I guess then I'll pack some clothes as well,"

I shake my head at her but nevertheless, grab the diary and photograph, my phone, and a pair of clothes.

We are locking up the door of our dorm when Isaac approaches us again, "Fuck off fuckturd, I am not in the mood right now,"

"Listen you bitch, I need to make sure that you are Hestia's twin so give me your DNA,"

"Why do you care if I am her twin or not? And do you even have her DNA?"

"Yes, I do have her DNA," he says pointing towards a satin blue scarf.

"Zofia, we need to start now if we want to reach in time," Teresa urges,

"Yeah, let's go," I say as I ignore Isaac's hysterics and follow Teresa to her car.

"Where the fuck are you going?" Isaac shouts from behind us, getting ignored by me.

Soon enough Teresa is buckled in the driver's seat and me in the shotgun seat of a brand new 7-seater Volvo, ready to start our journey.

We are about 5 miles away from the school when we hear a cough from the last row of seats in the car.

"Did you hear that?" Teresa asks as she checks in the rearview mirror to spot anything unusual.

"Wait, I'll go check," I say as I unbuckle myself and move to the middle row of seats and peer behind them onto the last row.

"What the fuck1?" I say as I slap Isaac's head meanwhile, he gives me a sheepish look, "Why the fuck are you here?"

"You really don't understand, I need your DNA," he says as he sits up straight on the seat.

"You fuckturd, you aren't getting my DNA,"

"Guys, maybe you both can try not to fight and distract me?" Teresa says.

"Sorry, Tiger," I mutter in a low voice.

"Didn't know that you could say sorry to someone," Isaac says under his breath, but I sure enough heard him.

"Fuck off, you turd," I say as I go on to smack his head again but this time he caught ahold of my arm, and for the first time I realized he is capable enough to hurt me rather than playing pranks. He hurriedly let's go of my arm, but his fingerprints are already forming a mark on my arm.

"Where are we going anyways?" he asks,

"Vermont," Teresa and I say in unison, as I come back to my original seat at the front.

"Oh, fuck, no," he says as if his opinion mattered.