I Found Your Diary
I keep thinking about Hannah and her diary though. I really ought to get it back to her somehow.
Of course there were other things of hers in that builders’ skip. Maybe I could get an address from a letter or something. Perhaps she was mugged in the street. Or maybe her mum just threw out a load of stuff without asking, the way my mum does sometimes – there was that time when I used to collect Pokemon cards where she threw out my collection just thinking they were old bits of paper. I’ve only just got round to forgiving her for that.
I mooch around a bit after school with Luke and some of the others. Still, it’s not late when I’m getting off the bus at the corner.
There’s still a skip there.
But it’s empty….