Maddox
I picked up the diary next. When I opened it, two pictures slipped out of it. One of them was of a girl, around nine years old. It didn't look like Brenna. This girl had sparkling blue eyes and hair as white as snow, so this wasn't a picture of Brenna’s childhood and I knew it too, because I already had a picture of her with her parents, of her childhood. I had saved it the day some of the assholes had filled her locker with the trash. And, the other one was…. Of me. It was cut from the school magazine, from two years back when I had become captain. I swallowed thickly, as the implication of it all started to set in.
The first page of the diary was dated to few years back. She’d be probably fourteen years old when she wrote this.
03. 08. 2012
I miss them. I miss them so much.
