Harry's P.O.V

I walked into my room and sat on the bed. Rhiannon was in the shower so I wouldn't have to deal with her. God, she is so annoying! I don't know how Liam can put up with her. I sat there, thinking to myself when I stopped something on the floor.

It was a light blue book on the floor with the name 'Rhiannon' embroidered in a light green. It was her diary.

The good side of me was saying that I shouldn't invade her privacy, but the good side was saying there was saying there was probably some good stuff in there.I bit my lip contemplating whether I should or not. I inched my way towards the baby blue diary. I checked to see if anyone was watching and I snatched it up. I opened it to the first page and started reading.

Dear diary,

Mother gave you to me today so I could record how I feel. She says it'll help me control my emotions by writing them down. I hope she's right for my sake. Everything is horrible. I just want to lie down and have a long cry fest. Nothing in my life is right.

Let me start off at the beginning. My name is actually Rhiannon Anne - Griffiths Bowen but my adoptive name is Rhiannon Anne Payne. I'm 14 years old. I am the biological daughter of Delyth Griffiths and Steven Bowen and adopted daughter of Karen and Geoff Payne. I am the older biological daughter of Carys Anne and adopted sister of Liam, Ruth and Nicola Payne.
I have medium length brunette hair and I have blue-green eyes. I'm home schooled. I don't have any friends now. I'm not allowed out of the house. Only my biological parents, sister and adoptive siblings know of me, as everyone else thinks I died in a car crash when I was 8... But secretly I got adopted. I only have birth,adoption and 'death' records. I have no social security number, nothing. I am a secret. And both, biological and adopted parents wont tell me why.
Not long ago, Liam left. This isn't the first time. He left when he was 14 for a few days before going to live with Grandma Payne, but Mother and Father found him. This time the didn't. They were gone for a while. They said he left because of me. Because he hated me. Before he left, he gave me his phone number even though we don't own a phone. I hope he's okay. I hope he doesn't hate me and I hope Grandma Payne looks after him if he's gone back to her. I hope I'll see him again one day. We've been through so much together. I remember when he used to get bullied and he broke his name. I remember when he used to go out and run every morning. I remember wanting to go with him, but Mother not letting me. I just hope he's okay and he comes back to me someday.

You're the only thing I have left, diary. My 'adoptive parents say they don't love my because when I moved in Liam had to move out and live with Grandma Payne 7 miles away. They said I would be a distraction. They say I'll never get o live here. I want to go outside so bad, but if I do my 'parents' will hate me even more. Some days, I just want to run away and find Liam and live with him. He's the only one who understands me. Liam taught me to wish at 11:11 pm, and if you do, it'll come true. As much as I want to believe that, I cant. I've been wishing since the day he left for him to come back, but it hasn't come true, and it never will.

Ta ta for now,

Rhiannon Anne (Griffiths Bowen) Payne xxx

Wow. Just wow. I ran my finger along the page and noticed something. It was a bit crinkled. Have you ever seen a book get wet and what it looks after they're dry? That's what it was like for this page, but it was only in spots. She had been crying when she wrote this page.

Now I feel like such a jerk for being mean to her. For reading her diary. For doing anything stupid I might do to her in the future. The poor girl spent seven years of her life never leaving her so-called home, loosing all her friends, never actually experiencing what it felt like to be a kid.
What really got to me was the fact that Liam's parents told her he left because of her.
Twice! It's just plain wrong. I set the diary back down where I found it and flopped down on the bed. I started up at the ceiling deep in thought. I heard the door open and saw Rhiannon. She was wearing a t - shirt and jeans. Her hair was still wet. She grabbed her diary and wrote something in it. I stood up and walked over to her.

I rubbed the back of my neck. "Er, Rhiannon? I'm sorry for being such a jerk earlier. I guess I was just sleep deprived."

Her mouth hung open in a little 'o'. "Did... Did you just apologize?" I nodded. "Wow..." she said looking a little red.

It got pretty quite again for a couple of moment so I made up a lame excuse and left.

I know one thing. I shouldn't have judged her.

Rhiannon's P.O.V

Dear diary,

This day just keeps getting weirder and weirder. I guess that's what you get when you live in a house full of boys. Harry apologized to me. I know I couldn't believe it either. Maybe he's just playing with me, maybe he's not. I don't know. I'm so confused!

Ta ta for now,

Rhiannon Anne (Griffiths Bowen) Payne xxx

I closed my diary and put it away. But as I closed it, I smelled cologne. I shrugged it off, it was probably nothing... But it smelled familiar. Maybe Harry's? I shrugged and put it back.

Notes

Sorry for such a short, horrible chapter. My creative juices just aren't flowing well tonight.

Thank's for reading,

- Rhi xx