Natalie had been the quiet one at school but had unexpectedly made a great friend to Mia. A few months on and the annual visit to the museum was upon ...hem and after getting lost in one dark corner, away from bored and strict eyes of their fellow peers and teachers, Mia and Natalie shared a precious yet unexpected kiss which, over the following year, behind closed doors, became more of an exploration of the same sex hidden by thin layers of clothing. But sex was a hushed topic and only the. Her blue-gray eyes radiated sympathy, mixed with confidence that whatever was wrong could be fixed. Jessica wished she could hate her. Jessica looked up at her with a plastic grin and wide, terrified eyes that she knew made the smile look even more fake than it was. ‘Um, Professor!’ she said, the forced brightness in her voice brittle and harsh in her own ears. ‘I just, um, I just needed to sort some things out in my head a little.’ How had she gotten in? Had Jessica given her a key and. Abram broke my concentration “your drink Emma” without asking he had passed me my gin & tonic. A guy came out from behind the bar and greeted Abram, he was young and good looking and was just wearing jeans and a t-shirt, Abram introduced him to me, “ah Emma, Abram speaks very highly of you” he said, I noticed he seemed to eye me up as he spoke “you’ll have the time of your life here tonight it is a friendly relaxed club made for beautiful people like you, Abram will show you around the rest of. It's a fucking paper glued to the spine notebook. The only way to salvage this venture is if this turns out to have notes by someone famous, like songs Elvis never got around to recording, or an unpublished story by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.When you finally get home, you pop open the notebook to see if there's anything worthwhile written in it, and find several things written in entry form. It seems this was a diary for someone once upon a time. You begin reading the entries on the crisp white.