The Missing Pages

Story by Allykat

I thought I would give it a shot.... This is a work in progress so your comments are much appreciated.

The Missing Pages

Prologue

This is the beginning of a new year for me and so a new Diary begins as the ones that have preceded it.

I cannot prognosticate the reason one would be reading this form the 6th installment. As it is, the Diary being read is mine. I am entering a new school after summer break ends and surpassing my old friends. At only age 11; I shall be a freshman in high school precluding middle school. And I suppose that would not bother me much if not for Jess.

My name is Sandra, but I go by Sandy, only 4’5” 90 lbs. soaking wet, black hair, blue eyes, and glasses, and in all sense of the word a nerd, in case you might not have known. I hide these note books in a vent in my room. The other one under my mattress is only a ruse. A device used to insure my most secret thoughts stay hidden.

To reiterate I can only assume at this point that the reader has this volume and not the five which anteceded it. I have kept in to account my life since the age of five. Smart for my age, yes one could say that. I am after all skipping over middle school. Who is Jess; she is my best friend and my first real passionate kiss. While not as intellectually advanced, what she lacked in brains she made up for in carnal knowledge. Jessica was taller then I and somewhat of a tom-boy in style and grace. Her red hair and green eyes could sway any one into doing her bidding, including her homework, as I found myself often doing. Only three months apart in age, she lived next door and our mothers took turns babysitting us. So there has never been a time when we where apart.

Except for now. Jess’s parents finalized there divorce last year and now that the school year is ending they are selling their home. As for me, I begin a new chapter in my life. This summer I fear will be an uneventful boar. So if you are expecting some erotic tails of preteen angst; perhaps you picked up the wrong book.

May 23rd: Summer Break

The beginning of my day started like every other before it; except for the part where I look out my window to peer into Jess’s room. One glace was all it took to remind me she was gone. No curtains on the windows, no messy room for me to poke fun at. Alas it was just an empty room. So I quickly pull my curtains shut and let out a sigh of disbelief. Looking over my own room, with everything in its place; even my bed was made, like muscle memory it’s the first thing I do; before the matters has a chance to cool from the heat of my small frail frame. Hearing my mother call me down stairs for breakfast quickly pulled me from this stupor of depression I felt coming over me. I could smell the eggs and bacon frying in the pan as I stumbled down the stairs. In the archway of the kitchen I could see my mom franticly preparing the food. I never could tell if it was a labor of love or love of the labor with her. She was just mom and if she wasn’t in a panic over something, that’s when I would worry.

“San dear, don’t just stand there like a dope.” Mom exclaimed,”Take a seat I fixed you favorite.”

No not really she didn’t; I hate scrambled eggs, it seems so chaotic. But I would never tell her this for fear it would break her hart.

“Your father is in his study, he’s already eaten so it’s all for you.” She stared at me for a moment and I could tell she was about to get all motherly on me. So before she could start I interjected.

“Mom, its summer break you need to relax I’m nearly 12 and I can manage my own breakfast,” As I made this statement I already knew I was just digging myself deeper. “You’re going to work yourself into an early grave; then what would daddy and I do without you?” I could see the expressions change from grave to glare and then to a soft smile. “Close one.” I thought to myself. My mother’s need to be needed could be used against her every time.

“It’s your first day of summer vacation Sandy. I just want to make sure you enjoy it.” What a motherly thing to say, I could feel my mind wonder off as she began to ramble about this and that and how I always kept my noise in a book and never left the house except to see Jess. And with that last word she stopped in silence. I guess she was trying to find some sort of barring. Some way to keep my mind off the fact, I would likely never see Jessica again. She began to scrap the eggs on to my plate and started back again, “You know there is a new family moving in next door today, rumor has it they have three daughters, and one is close to your age.”

“Stop,” I said abruptly.

“It’s ok dear your father already ate and so did I.” I know she was trying to console me, but at the same time I’m sure she knew what I meant. “The rest is for you.”

Now the rest of what I said and did; I really wish I could have undone. But I said it, “you know what I

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