Dear Diary,
It’s almost 6 months , 22 days and fifteen minutes and still no sign of him. I tried to find him. To know his whereabouts but no one is telling me anything. Preston must’ve kept them shut. Word on campus is he got shipped off to some high-end hospital in the U.S. for his leg. What happened, exactly? No clue. People talk like they know, but it’s all smoke—no real answers. Preston’s no help, either. I know he is still angry at me but that doesn't change the fact that he is an A-class asshole.
I miss Blake. More than I thought I would, and it’s driving me insane.
“Zoe? Come here for a second, honey!” Mom’s voice echoed from downstairs, jolting me from my thoughts.
I quickly shoved my diary under my pillow, gave it one last pat as if that would keep my secrets safe, and hurrie
