“Please, please—show me another entry,” I muttered.
Knowing the future was so totally cool. It meant that my grades were going to be better than
ever. It meant that I could win a thousand bets with everyone! I could be
rich
by the end of
the school year!
Rich! How sweet!
How totally sweet!
It meant that I’d never be broke again. It meant that I’d be a winner. A winner—and everyone
would know it.
And … it meant that I’d always be
one day ahead of Tessa
.
I’d had the diary for only one day. One single day. But already I knew that I needed it.
Needed
it!
My heart was racing as I tore open the back door and burst into the house. Clara, our
housekeeper, was at the sink. I called “hi” to her and ran to the front stairs.
Then I pulled myself up the stairs two at a time.
I stumbled on the top step and nearly fell on my face. My backpack slid off my shoulders and
bumped to the floor.
I didn’t bother to pick it up.
I ran to my room.
And dove for the desk.
I pulled out the black leather diary.
“Please … please …” I muttered, gasping for breath.
I flipped open the cover. Gazed at the first page—the entry for today. So true. All of it, so
true.
And what about tomorrow?
Breathing hard, I carefully turned to the next page.
I stared wide-eyed at the page. And let out a cry.
Nothing.
Nothing there.