|LEILA CROSS|
I laid my eyes on the black journal notebook on top of my study table beside my bed.
A name is engraved just right at the end part of the cover in gold.
Julia Corzett. My best friend went missing months ago. It was her diary that I saw before I went to the orphanage to investigate more about her missing case. In this journal, I've read something that can help me find clues about what truly happened that day. With this journal, I tried.
But see what happened? I never expected things to turn out this way. And it just keeps on keeping me curious and being tempted to do whatever I can just to find her and ask her because this journal isn't as accurate as it is because some things, details are missing.
My mind flies to what did I read from Julia's dairy.
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April 05, 20XX
25th Entry
Dear My Loveliest Diary,