Secrets Unfold by Graphic (best pdf ebook reader for android TXT) 📕

Hi. I'm Jordyn. Hi Diary. I'm not writing in you because you're a diary where girls write and hide their secrets and all. I'm writing in you, so when I'm old and I have grand children (hopefully not!) I'll be able to laugh back at it and make fun of myself. Let's get one thing straight. I will vaporize if ANYONE reads this. So if I never write in you again... you'll know the reason.

I snapshot another picture for my homework. I love photography. Especially flash photography. It made the world look even more amazing. I look at the picture I took. It was the top of a ferris wheel on a cloudy day. Let me correct myself. It was a picture of an abandoned

ferris wheel on a cloudy day. I blow out a puff of smoke. It was chilly outside and I had jumped over the fence of a forgotten and abandoned carnival area. The ferris wheel was still up, the tents were up and the gates were still open. I wondered if a serial killer was lurking... I shrug the thought off and stretched my trench coat down. I skip to the picture I had took of my friend's lips yesterday. It was still there. I sighed. I had come up with an idea of taking a picture of multicolored lips. More like lipstick and my friend was my model. I walk back towards the gates but I freeze. "Perfect!" I say to no one. I can make make an album on the circus and their makeup. I turn around to take a picture of the top of one of the most untattered circus tent. I'm going to have to use flash photography to make these pictures look not only awesome but creepy, too. I wonder if I can somehow get a creepy clown frowning...

"Ab-so-lute-ly not!" frowns my brother, Derek. I frown back at him. He plays on the football team at school and has a reputation. "I promise, I'll use flash photography and change your face!" I promise him desperately. He frowns at me again and gives me the cold eyes. I sigh and look down at my dinner. "What were you doing in that freak show, anyway?" he asks me attacking his lasagna. I sigh and don't respond. My mom and dad are seated each at the two ends of the table. They listen to us talk. "I'm asking you something, Jor." he tells me again. I know what he's thinking up. "Can you stop imagining such things!" I shout at him. "Me imagining? I'm only thinking about the truth." he screamed back at me. "There is no truth! I was gone to take pictures for my project!" I argue with him. He relaxes in his seat and attacks his lasagna again. I roll my eyes. I always for this. Derek knew how to get the truth and answers out of me. I force the lasagna down my throat. I badly wanted to go on the laptop to edit my photos. "So, hows football going at school?" asks my dad to Derek. Derek looks up at him. "Oh, great. I'm quarterback." answers my brother. I roll my eyes again. "How about you?" asks my dad to me. "Kickboxing is going fine. I need to buy a new mouth guard." I tell my dad. My dad nods at the both of us. He was way more into basketball. I try to create a conversation with him. "So hows basketball?" My dad jerks his head up from his dinner. He gives me that look saying I-thought-you-would-never-ask kind of look. He starts talking. I tune myself out while my dad and my brother argue over who's going to win and what the hell is wrong with the other team.

I climb onto the bus and I sit down into an empty seat in the mid section of the bus. I relax and look out the window. My brother takes his car with his girlfriend. I hate all of his girlfriends. At the fact, that they're all cheer leaders. I pull out my blackberry. I check my texts. The dance is coming up and I don't expect anyone to ask me out by the looks of things today. My hair is in a blue clip, I'm wearing a sky blue hoodie, with red jeans and neon green and grey nikes. My black leather jacket is on my arm and my blue Jansport is hooked on one shoulder. I'm not attractive or blonde. I'm olive skinned, have jet black hair and sea green eyes. The bus stops at another stop. Allison, my best friend climbs on. We're both tomboys and love to skateboard. I forgot to mention the skateboard in my lap. She sits down beside me. "So, hows it goin'" she asks me. "Great. You?" I say pushing my blackberry into my back pocket without checking my messages. Allison grins and pulls out her phone. She shows me a message from her crush, Danil. He was asking her out to the dance. "Cool story bro." I say. It was code for I don't really care but I'm happy for you in dude and broseph language. At the next stop, twenty kids climb on, including Johnathan, my broseph. He sits down at a seat across from us. He has a straight face as usual, but his strawberry blonde hair is hidden in his snapback and his diamond earring on his right ear is shining suspiciously. He looks at us and raises an eyebrow. I grin back at him. He shakes his head and turns his gaze back to his friends. My grin fades as we reach school. We're ten minutes early. I scramble down the bus with Allison on my heels. I have my jacket in one hand with my other hand holding my skateboard by the axle and my jansport bag slumped against my shoulder. I slump against the wall outside of the school. Allison was on her phone texting with her skateboard in her other hand. Johnathan walks past us into the school with his girlfriend Nikki wrapped tightly in his arms. I wave at Nikki, she waves back. I ignore Johnathan. "We should've gone to the ramps." regrets Allison. I nod in agreement with her. I check the time on my blackberry. It was five minutes before the bell rings. We both walk into the school. I checked my messages. It had five. One from Nikki, one from Derek, One from Allison, One from Johnathan, One from Mavis and one from my Tumblr. I start walking inside with Allison still on her phone. As I walk in, someone takes my clip off, causing a jet black hair avalanche. My hair tumbles onto my shoulder and my bangs make a small streak over my eye. I turn around to see who it is. It's Derrington. He smiles a crooked one side smile. Girls fall for it all the time. I reach for my clip. He jerks his hand away. I look at Allison. She's still on her phone. "You look way better with your hair open." he comments me. I put my hand out gesturing him to give back my clip. He shakes his head slightly. I cock my head to the right and to the left, then I stop. "Please." I add. Somebody calls Derrington and leaves throwing the clip at me. I catch it and walk down the hall towards the stairs. My locker was upstairs. Allison stops and starts talking to one of her friends. I keep on climbing up the stairs. I reach the top and walk slowly to my locker. I lean my skateboard against the locker beside me and turn to face my lock. I put in the combination and blast it open. My locker smells like nothing. On my rack, there's two emergency water bottles, one nike soccer ball, addidas gym bag. On the bottom, there's my history textbook and my essay on Avalanches for language. I push my skateboard in and hook my bag up on one of the hooks. I hang my jacket on the other hook. I turn my phone off and place onto the top rack. I pull my essay out from under my history textbook and take all my homework due today. I check my schedule. I have Spanish first. I walk down the stairs, past chatty Allison and past my brother and Derrington. I take a right and face the other football players walking down the hall. They expect me to walk past them through the side, instead I walk through them. They turn around to face me. I look back and keep on walking. Then, my heart skips a beat. In front of me, Zach Collins, from the football team and the basketball team and my chemistry partner walking towards me. I regain my consciousness and walk through him and his buddy. I don't bother to look back. Even though he was kinda cute, I loved getting on popular athletes' nerves.

I join Allison at a table with Mavis sitting beside her. She looked nervous and frantic. Her brunette hair was straight as usual and falling down her shoulders. Her aqua eyes showed nervousness and fear. She was wearing a yellow cotton dress, with a white mini sweater, and yellow flats. She was still in spring mood even though winter had not even passed yet. I sat down with my pepsi. I wasn't in the mood to have lunch today. I sit down and take a sip of my pepsi. It tastes like... pepsi. Just what I need. I take another sip of my pepsi in silence. "I need your help, Jordyn." says Mavis quickly. I had to replay what just happened in my mind two times just to understand what she was saying. I gesture for her to go on. "There'sthisguyIwantto-" I stop her with a shake of my head. "No. Be calm. Relax. Think of something cool. Be cooooool." I tell her in a gypsy from the seventies voice. She takes a deep breath. "So, nobody has asked me to the dance yet." she tells me. I nod as if it was surprising but it wasn't.