Dear Diary,

I finally find an empty seat in the crowded metro as I make my way towards it I spot a small black notebook in the corner. I pick it and I can’t help but wonder who it belongs to. And if curiosity really did kill the cat, thank god I’m not a cat.

Dear Diary,

It feels weird talking to an inanimate object but here goes nothing. I like talking a lot but nobody wants to hear every insignificant detail of my rather ordinary life so I’ve decided to tell you. Also mom if you’re reading this STOP.

xoxo Alisha

Each entry began with ‘Dear Diary’ and ended with ‘xoxo Alisha’. Through the diary I learnt a lot about her. She’s a dog person, she loves red velvet cupcakes, she has read ‘ Paper Towns’ by John Green too many times and she can’t wait for the movie. I rather liked this Alisha. The woman on the opposite side was looking at weirdly. That’s when I realised I was laughing out loud, she was actually that funny. I realise that I should probably stop reading but it’s just a few more pages.

Dear Diary,

I’m so nervous. My job interview is tomorrow. I don’t know what to do, what to say. I’ve always wanted to work at vogue and tomorrow is my chance to make it happen. I don’t even know what to wear, but I think that I’ll wear my favorite peach pant with my white shirt and of course that one charm bracelet that I keep losing. You know the one I keep ranting about.

Wish me luck. xoxo Alisha

Yeah she did talk about that charm bracelet a lot. I think it was her favorite. Apparently it kept disappearing. Wait that entry was written yesterday, that means her interview is today. And if I get off at the next station I walk where her interview will probably take place and return this diary her. I also want to put a face to this person I think I’ve gotten to know pretty well.

As I enter the building I see a reception and just a little left of it there are 5-6 twenty something year old girls waiting. Thankfully only one of them was wearing peach pants. I go up to her and tentatively ask her if the diary is hers. She looks surprised and she said that it was in fact hers, she seemed relieved to have found it.

” You have read it haven’t you?”

“Yes”, I reply sheepishly, looking down at my shoes. ” I didn’t mean to read the whole thing but once I started I couldn’t stop.”

” It’s okay, it’s not the first time I lost something. I’m just glad that I got it back. Thanks.”

“Best of luck for your interview and at the risk of sounding even more stalkerish, do you wanna have coffee sometime, maybe?” That came out as anything but smooth in fact it was painfully awkward but miraculously she said yes.

Soo yeah, I would love to hear what you guys think about this short story.