The Twelfth Journal
The first journal was a gift from her mother on her sixteenth birthday. It had a blue cloth cover and pages that smelled like a library. Rachel wrote in it every day for six months. She wrote about school and friends and the boy who sat behind her in chemistry and the way her father looked at her across the dinner table with an expression she could not read. Then she stopped writing. She did...
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