I scavenged around my room searching for it. I looked under my bed and inside my drawers and closet and still, nothing. When I'd practically torn my room to pieces and I still hadn't found it, I made my way to my brother's room.
"Hey Linc," I said, trying to keep the panic out of my voice.
"Hey Angie. What's wrong?" He asked with a concerned frown on his face. He even put aside the novel he was reading. Guess I failed at acting calm. That or he was just being his normal, perceptive self.
"Nothing. I was just wondering if you've seen my old diary" I said still trying to project calmness I didn't feel.
"Your old diary? You haven't used that in years. Why are you looking for it now?" He asked, looking more confused than concerned which was ok with me really.
"I just remembere
