I wrote this on my sister's birthday, when we went to Port. It's short enough. Hope you enjoy.

Secrets.

What’s a secret’s worth if it’s written on paper? Just as much as if it was spoken I assume. Even if it’s written in a journal, that no eyes but the writer’s will see. But nothing could stop me from writing secrets. Who could get their hands on my journal?
I don’t think I’ve written an entry so early in the morning before. We’re headed to the next town over today. For breakfast, dad said, I think. Can’t remember much, my head is still pretty groggy. But I do know that James lives there. If I’m lucky, maybe I’ll see him. you wouldn’t believe how much I’ve started to like him in such short of time. I barely know him but I think he’s amazing. I can’t figure out why. But I do like him a lot. This is nuts. I feel like some sort of sixth grade ninny, not sixteen, then way I’m crushing on him. Hmmm, crushing. I don’t think I’ve used that term since grade six either. Oh well. We’re parking though, ta ta!

Amber quickly shoved her journal into her purse and carelessly slung it over her shoulder as she got out of the car. What she didn’t realize, what that her purse wasn’t done up properly. What was even more unfortunate, her journal fell to the sidewalk, something she didn’t notice in her sleep deprived daze.

~*~

"Amber dear," her mother said with a smile. "Do you have any paper in your purse?"

Amber’s family was just finishing up breakfast, and was getting ready to leave.

"Yeah," she said, grabbing her purse. "My journal is, it’s, it’s gone!"

"Shhh, don’t make a scene. All your mother needs is paper."

"No, mom, dad, my journal, it’s gone! Oh! This can’t be happening!" she exclaimed, beginning to search around the table.

"You must have left it in the car" he mother said calmly, looking for a clean napkin to write on.

"No! I put it in my purse! Oh, I can’t believe this is happening" Amber said, still frantically looking around the table.

"Well it isn’t here Amber." Her father said, furrowing his brow. "Besides, you just got that journal last week. There can’t be much written, so it’s not a big loss."

Amber sat back, taking a few deep breaths. It was true, there weren’t many entries, but that wasn’t the point. There was more then enough information in it if someone she knew was to find it. Especially James.

After she took her breaths, Amber stood quickly.

"I’m going to look around the car. Hopefully it’s to early for people to be walking the streets."

She was gone before anyone in her family could stop her. Her journal was gone to, before she could get to it.

~*~

"This is an ungodly hour to be walking around."

"James, don’t complain." His mother said, looking into a shop window. "This is a lovely city in the morning."

"It’s just as nice after noon as it is at nine." He said scornfully.

"Now, now James. I’d think that you don’t want to spend time with your mother."

"No mom." He said, a book on the sidewalk catching his eye.

"Good." She said with a smile, continuing without noticing the book.

James went and picked it up quickly. He began flipping through it, reading, absently following his mother.

"I think today just got more interesting."

~*~

After breakfast, Amber and her mother began browsing the local shops and boutiques together, while her father and brother biked. She tried to get her mind off her lost journal, but her mother wasn’t helping. She kept offering to buy her a new one, but Amber wanted nothing to do with it.

Then she ran into James.

"James! Oh, goodness, who would have thought I’d see you here!" Amber exclaimed, both shocked and almost frightened.

"Amber! It’s a wonderful surprise. But you look upset. Not happy to see me?"

"No, it’s not that, it’s just, I lost my journal today." She said sadly, trying not to begin lamenting.

"That’s horrible." James said, a small smile on his face.

"James!" his mother called from the door. "We don’t have all day. Come on."

"Sorry I can’t stay." He said to her slowly, sincerely apologetic. "But here."

He handed her the journal and smiled as her eyes went wide. He took advantage of her shock, and kissed her cheek, then quickly left. She smiled as she watched him go, then looked down at her journal nervously.

She opened it to where she had finished writing earlier, and sure enough, under her last entry, was James’ messy script. She smiled as she read.

That makes two sixth grade ninnies.