Aleia District 8 <done>

hey people!

Books, books, books and guess what? More books! I love books so much. They're very portable and they keep you company when your alone, and the way their pages would smell when they've spent how many years on the shelves untouched, or how their pages turn yellow and crispy when you leave them alone for how many years, and they just look so vintage that it's very lovely. That is why I love the Konstantine's library so much. It not only has the best and old books, it also has the drama that the school library lacks. Also it holds so much juicy secrets about everyone, especially about the brown eyed pretty girl A.

Sightings

She isn't as dumb as I thought she was because I saw her actually reading a book. Like she was deep in it, her brows furrowed and I saw her square jaw open once in a while to let out a shocked gasp. I din't know she was that interested in books. Maybe she's easily influenced by friends because I saw H telling her about something very serious, but obviously it was about a book she's been reading for the past days. And what's the deal between H and A, how'd they become friends anyways. They're the most opposite of people in the world. H is silent and very studious, but A is another thing. She's loud, may or may not be an alcoholic (but my bet is that she is) and is a whore of some sort. I don't know. All I know is that A is a horrible role model for H. I also saw A sweeping the back of the Library and humming some sort of lullaby.

Is she working here in the library now?

What happened to the little rich girl everyone knew? The girl who liked to dress-up like capitolites. The girl with the high heels and the disgust to work. The party girl everyone loved and some despised. Did she grow up or did daddy's money leave his wallet. Whatever it is I have to -- and will -- try to find out. I'll tell you people more about it soon.

you know you love me,
gossip girl xoxo

hey Aleia!

This will be different from my other messages to you --- well everyone but it's mostly attacking you my dear sister. I bet your wondering --- me have a sister? how is that possible? --- but yes you have a sister. When we were born I was stolen by one of our nanny but my story is not important. All you have to know is that I have been watching you. I see mom and dad fighting all the time, but this is what I didn't put in the note. I know what it is about. It's about me. They fight and fight about whose fault it was that I got stolen. But you remember there was a time when you were special to them.

When you were 3 father would grant you anything you wished for. There was even one time you wished for a friend, he paid one of the poor parents and brought their son for you to play with. You had the most amazing time and giggling so hard that your pale face turned red like a cherry. I wanted to join you, but ama, the nanny, signaled me that it would be a bad idea. That you might get a afraid of a reflection of yourself that's living and breathing, so I went away.

After you turned 14 you started rebelling because that was the time mom and dad started fighting. They needed me back because their business would it ruined because of the scandal it would cost to their business if people started talking about the daughter who was killed by her parents because of how poor they were. You rebelled because you wanted attention so there you were making out behind bars and what not. Smoking near the house and attending parties and drinking and you turned into a monster.

But you had someone to balance you out and that was and is (and soon may not be) Hazel. That girl is wonderful and nice and sad. She's much fragile than you think she is. Everyday for her is a ticking time bomb. I know you'll get what I mean by that, your smarter than people think you are. And even tougher for taking a part time job to keep the family from starving. You're a really wonderful woman, but it's sad that you have to hide behind your wall. I like it better when you spend time with hazel, which you should do more often. You'll thank me for this soon. And please stop making out with random people, but you'll do whatever you have to to get mom and dad's attention.

P.S Keep that pocket watch with you and give it to someone special when the time comes.

you know you love me sister,
gossip girl xoxo
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