Tiffany’s heart raced as she dumped the contents of her backpack onto the hallway floor. Pens, notebooks, and crumpled papers were scattered everywhere, but her diary was nowhere to be seen.
“No, no, no,” she muttered, her hands shaking as she rifled through the mess. “It has to be here somewhere!”
Students shuffled past, giving her odd looks, but Tiffany barely noticed. Her mind was consumed by panic. That diary contained her deepest secrets, her most private thoughts. If anyone found it…
She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to remember the last time she’d seen it. “Think, Tiffany, think!”
With a gasp, she scrambled to her feet. “My locker!”
Tiffany dashed down the hallway, her heart pounding in her ears. She skidded to a stop in front of her locker, fumbling with the combination lock.
