After class I followed her out to recess and watched her walk over to some girls and she put her arm around one of them and the girl turned around and gave her a kiss on the lips. Jealousy and envy stirred in me but it wasn’t like she was ever going to feel that way for me.

I sat down on the ground and leaned my back up against the tree and watched as they held hands and flirted with one another. Even though I knew I didn’t have a chance with her at least I knew she was into girls. But it made it more painful that she was and I wanted to be the one she was kissing and holding hands with.

That’s it for today diary. I must get some homework done and put zit cream on my face. Puberty has not been kind to my complexion. Not kind at all. But it has been to Bette. I don’t think she even knows what a zit is since her face and skin are so beautiful.

Bette chuckled at the last paragraph and closed the diary. She sighed and tapped her fingers on top of it determined to find out who the diary belonged to and who held these feelings for her in high school.

”But how do I find her and where do I start” She muttered as she rubbed the leather cover of the diary with her hand in thought.

Bette put the diary on her coffee table that thankfully was already included in the furnished apartment. She decided to head down to the manager’s office and see if Mr. Powell was in and couldn’t get over finding a diary in her apartment attic that was devoted to the feelings this girl had for her. She wasn’t sure why the diary affected her so much being it was some sort of high school crush but she just had to find out. She finally reached the door to the manager’s office, saw it was slightly cracked, and knocked waiting for an answer.

”Come in” She heard his voice call out.

Bette gently pushed open the door with her hand and saw Mr. Powell standing on a chair working on the ceiling fan in his office.