Chapter 44

RECAP
The typist was mostly always seen crunched in front of her pink laptop punching words away on it for as long as she was there. You'd think someone who spent so much time on her laptop would want to take a break and get a breath of fresh air but this typist wasn't into all that. Weird, right?
It wasn't weird to her though, it was a very good way for her to escape the chaos of having two annoying identical brothers who were the exact opposites of one another. As much as they enjoyed doing different things, the only time the typist could do anything with little or no interruptions was when she was in front of her laptop.
Has it been a struggle to keep her things private? Yes. Has she somehow gotten through most of her entries without them poking their nose into her business? Oddly, yes. Turns out miracles really do happen, cause it was nothing short of a miracle.
Another thing that most people would have found weird but seemed perfectly normal for this typist was her inability to keep her hands off things that didn't belong to her. No, it wasn't a curse or any of those diabolical stuff, curiosity just gets the best of her and control was quite harder than you'd think. To her anyways.
Why would anyone keep their journal out in the open if they didn't want anyone to go through it? I mean, the typist went through the trouble of putting up three different types of security protocols to guide her silly entries. It all seemed staged and honestly, the typist wasn't mature enough to know how to control her urges. Besides, it wasn't going to be a long look, just a brief peek.
Fine, it turned out to be a long peak but who knew the owner of the journal had so many things she was keeping to herself at such a young age? Anyone that was scared of the Gen Z generation was right to be, they were right to be. It's crazy.
The first pages were usually filled with silly introductions and honestly, the typist wasn't there for all that shenanigans, the main stuff was where her mind was. So, eight pages later, the typist met something juicy, let's give you a peek also....
'...I've been trading secrets with Franklin Swift for awhile now and it has been the most surreal experience ever. I think I'm getting closer to cracking the Frankie Switch mystery code, it's a nice feeling to be honest but there's just one more thing that would totally make me happy...."
The 10 year old typist had hurriedly flipped the page over, romance was a huge no for her and there was no way she was going to spend the little time she had visiting the journal's romantic entries. She glanced at the door for any signs of the owner of the journal who would undoubtedly kill her if she gets caught in the middle of her journal salvaging.
After confirming the coast was clear, she flipped over thirteen pages and met the real deal. Let's see..
'It happened again, he came back drunk like he has been doing for over a week now. I was sound asleep in my little brother's room when I felt a hand on my thigh. He had placed a finger on his lips to Indicate I kept my mouth shut as my eyes fluttered open sleepily...."
What was going on? What had happened again? Curiosity was giving way to frustration as the typist flipped the pages again. The owner of the journal was not making deciphering easy and there's only so much a 10 year old that was sneaking around could do.
How much was the journal's owner keeping from everyone? And what was her relationship with Frankie? Had something terrible happened to her? Why didn't she finish that entry? Was it the reason why she had been acting strange lately?
There were a thousand questions in the typist's mind but sneaking around wasn't going to get her the answers she needed. It was best to come clean and get the answers she needed from the source itself. How hard could it possibly be?
DANNY'S POV
There were usually two ways the whole watching someone do something they weren't supposed to be doing worked, two ways I didn't understand to be honest but we're mostly implemented. Firstly, it's either you make them know you've been watching them from the very start or you wait till they're done and rat them out.
Maddie wasn't exactly loyal and I saw no reasons why I wasn't supposed to return the favor as I watched her go through Stacey's journal. I low-key didn't want to be the reason they ended up getting into a fight but Stacey wasn't showing up and I wondered what must be taking her so long as Maddie kept on flipping the pages of the journal hastily.
Stacey had in actuality been acting strange for quite some time now and I somehow felt that was why Maddie was going through her stuff, to find out if something was going on with Stacey that she didn't want to talk about but the approach was totally wrong.
Besides, keeping something from everyone and writing it in her journal must mean it was either too much for her to talk about and she would probably talk about it at her own time or she just wasn't exactly thrilled about someone finding out about whatever she was hiding.
It didn't matter though, Maddie had evaded her privacy and I wasn't going to let it go. Stacey had the right to know what Maddie had been up to even if it would make my sister probably threaten to kill me or go as far as muffling me with a pillow in my sleep.
Sacrifices had to be made, I just had to do it. Its tough being the good kid you know, but someone's got to carry the weight of the cross and coincidentally, crosses look good on me if I wear them over a pair of black leather jeans and black boots coupled with single chains to make the charm potent. Right?