Shazelle POV:

Sharelle is super cool! We talked all the way to Homeroom, through the entire class, and even during the rest of the day!.

Shoot! I can't even remember what classes we had! They were probably just explaining rules anyway. Tina was surprisingly quiet today. But right now I'm focused on Sharelle, we're very similar yet still different. She is more of a tomboy and I'm more of a girly girl (although I'm not a big fan of skirts, and I despise the color pink). We both love reading and writing, but she loves sports. The only sport I like involves a bed and a pizza. She loves sneakers and I can't even tie my shoe-laces.

We almost missed our buses because we were taking our sweet time walking to the bus, chatting about nothing in particular.

"Am I your best friend?" Tina asked me on the way home.

I rolled my eyes at her weirdness, "Of course!"

She just nodded and stared out the bus window. What's with her today?

The next stop was hers, and when she clambered off she didn't even look at me.

When I got off the bus I entered the house in a rush.

"Grammy!" I shouted, "Grammy, guess what?"

There's no reply.

"Grammy?"

Still no answer.

What is going on here? I noticed the gas stove was on low under a pot. I opened the lid, waited till the steam dissipated, then peeked in. Sheep tongue souse.

Maybe she went out? That would explain the stove being on low.

I closed and locked the doors behind me (just in case). After taking a bath I put on an oversized shirt that once belonged to my mother, and plopped down on my bed.

Today was...

Bam!

What was that?

It sounded like something hit against the wall!

I slowly got off of my bed and made my way to the dresser. I put my ear to the wall to see if I would hear anything. No such luck.

I started knocking on the wall. Nothing. Then I heard scurrying.

I moved my dresser and began knocking on the wall behind it. My Grammy is going to kill me, she hates her furniture to be moved. I continued my knocking, then paused. I think I heard something..

No way! It's hollow!

Then I saw it. There was an outline in the wall. I could barely get my fingernails in between it.

I decided to get a knife from the kitchen to help me pry it open. When I got into the kitchen I realized I didn't turn the stove off underneath the pot!

Thank goodness it didn't dry out! I got the thinnest knife and headed back to my room.

I checked the clock, it's almost 5 o'clock.

I kneeled in front of the opening again and started to pry it open using the knife.

It started opening and I could smell dampness leaking out. Almost, almost.

There! The small door fell open and the smell of damp plywood engulfed my room.

There were 2 things in the compartment: a rat (ew), and a book (interesting). I grabbed the book and pushed the board back into place, enclosing the rat.

It was covered in dust. I wonder how long it's been in there.

I lifted the cover. The first page read as:

                                                                           THIS DIARY BELONGS TO:

                                                                                     Cleo Gibson

Who do you think Cleo is?

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