Evening, at about 9.17 PM.

Ayumi was in her room with her hair tied in two ponytails. Her room was a small wooden floor and white colored cement wall with posters and pictures everywhere. She sat at her study table with the light from a small table lamp shining down on her books.

“I don’t get this at all!” Ayumi said as she bit her pencil. She flipped the pages of her Chemistry text book and finally stopped.

“I give up! I’m gonna take a break now.”

Ayumi closed the textbook and put her pencil back into her pencil holder that was filled with stuff; more than five rulers and some pens. She flopped down on her bed and hugged a green smiley face bean bag. She let out a sigh and turned her face to the left. There she spotted the red diary.

“Ayumi’s Diary huh… Should I have a little peek?” She said as she sat up and took the diary in her hands. She flipped open the first page then shut the book again. She shook her head, but in the end she opened it.

“I guess one or two pages won’t hurt.” Ayumi reassured herself.

May 15

Dear Diary

Today my precious cat died. I cried. It used to spend most of it's time with me. It was naughty sometimes but I really loved it. I gave it a cat burial service, although mum had gone against my idea. But I did it anyway, a small burial at the garden nearby my house. Good-bye Toni.

Ayumi 07

Ayumi’s eyes widened as she read that page of the diary.

“Toni-chan. My cat. Whose diary is this? May 15, Toni-chan’s funeral.” Ayumi said as she slowly touched the page with her fingers. Tears rolled down her face as she remembered her cat’s funeral.

The Next Day,

“Morning sleepy head!”, Ayumi's brother wished her. Ayumi’s tall brother had three piercings on one ear and two on the other, but he was otherwise normal and still kept his hair in its original black, unlike his surfing friends who had gone golden brown and red. Ayumi rubbed her eyes on the staircase and walked to the dining table. She stole a cookie from her brother’s plate and dipped it into the cup of coffee her mother made.

“Morning.” She managed to mumble. Her brother shrugged and pushed the plate of cookies to her.

“What are your plans today? Last day of summer.” Her brother asked.

“Meeting Taila at the coffee house near school. I told her I needed to talk to her.” Ayumi replied and took a bite off another cookie.

*

The coffee house was rather empty at this time. People would be spending their last day of summer at the beach, soaking up the last bit of sun.

“Hey! Taila! Did you wait long?” Ayumi said as she entered the coffee house. She spotted Taila at the long table near the window facing the roads outside, with her hands folded on the table.

“Nope. Just got here. So what’s up?” Taila turned around and said. She had on a long sleeve top and some rugged jeans. Totally opposite from Ayumi, who was wearing a cute baby tee and shorts. Ayumi took a seat next to her and folded her hands on the table too.

“What would you ladies like?” A tall black haired waiter came to take their order.

“I’ll have a lime juice….” Ayumi lost her words as she turned around and to look at the waiter.

“Bro?!!!” Ayumi shouted, astounded.

“Yo! Max.” Taila greeted. Max laughed at Ayumi’s expression.

“I've been working part time the whole summer.” Her brother told her.

“You never told me anything.”

“You were almost never home the whole summer.”

“Ok. My fault.” Ayumi said and turned around with an annoyed face. Max took Ayumi and Taila's order of a lime juice and a cola and walked to the counter.

“So, what is it you wanted to tell me?” Taila asked. Ayumi took out the diary that Kira gave to her and shoved it towards Taila.

“This. This Diary is scary. It has my past in it. Remember my cat Toni?”

“Yeah. That one that you gave a burial for.” Taila said curiously. Ayumi flipped the diary to the page written May 15.

“It was written. On the exact same date. And the day my brother and I fought that I almost wanted to run away….”

“And you did. You came to my house!” Taila interrupted Ayumi.

“It’s not my diary. I’m sure. I didn’t write that. It’s not my handwriting.” Ayumi said before her friend could question her.

“If it’s true, then let’s test it.” Taila said playing with the diary pages.

“Test it? How?” Ayumi asked. Her panic was audible.

“Read what’s going to happen tomorrow or the next few days to come. If it comes true, then we know something’s wrong.” Taila said calmly and pushed the diary back to Ayumi, as if trying to say ‘you read it’. Ayumi took the diary and flipped the pages to the date August 21. Tomorrow.