"This journal might be the closest thing to giving us some evidence and details connected to her death" detective Walsh said.

"So what you going to do sit and read all those pages?" Sheriff asked.

"If that's how I'll get my information then yes" she responded.

He chuckled at her.

"Well...Good luck!" The Sheriff responded.

The detective had a discouraged look on her face. She walked out then went inside her car, pulled her jacket which showed her cleavage. She laid back with her hand rested on her forehead.

She glimpsed at the right side of the window and saw Mr. James, (an undercover cop) walking towards her car. She got up quickly and button her jacket and started brushing her hair, spraying on some cologne, then pulled her mirror out to put on some lip gloss.

She heard the knock on her window and it was him standing there with a smile on his face.

"How come you out this late?" He asked.

"Um I- it's a lot, I'm working on this girl name Cassie's case." She responded.

"How is that working out for ya?" He asked.

"Um, I was given a journal that belonged to her so I'm gonna see if I can get some information on what really transpired that night."

"Ohh" he said.

Both became silent as they stared into each other eyes. Unfortunately, Detective Walsh broke eye contact.

"Well I should get going" she said while smiling.

"Yeah I um I'll come over later, I- ah mean call you later....maybe." He stuttered.

She chuckled at that then told him 'bye' and drove off.

She went home, made herself some tea, closed the curtains and began reading the book.

*CASSIE'S MONOLOGUE/JOURNAL*

Dear Journal,

I finally turned 18 today, isn't that amazing?

Honestly I feel like adulthood hasn't kicked in yet but mentally??? I feel like I already experienced adulthood.

Anyways I unwrapped my gifts today, still no car....sigh.

I guess I should've known better when my parents said "Get good grades and we'll give you your car"

Ye my parents have money but they're also strict and they believe in sentimental gifts. And a car??? to them is probably an invitation to allow me to runaway from them.

Speaking of sentimental gifts, my mom gifted me scented candles, by the way I've always been obsessed with scented candles since I was a kid and she also bought me two dresses....a lovely white mixed with lavender dress and a blood red dress that looks absolutely good on me.

"You can wear these to church" she said.

I chuckled.

My dad got me a book plus a handmade bracelet with my favorite pictures on it, which I thought was soooo cooool.

Lastly, my brother got me this journal....it was the last gift I opened. Did you know what he said?

"Now  you can talk about your boy problems to someone else."

I cackled, he's so rudeee oh my gosh.

My parents side-eyed us the whole time.

I shed a tear a little while opening these gifts, merely because I'm a cry baby.

But it was also because I - really appreciated the gifts, they mean so much to me.

My brother even created a whole collage of us, my heart melted. I love him so much.

I feel like our bond grew stronger because of what we've had to deal with as a child.

But that's another story for another dayyy.

I'm about to get ready to go to church then later in the night I'll be having a birthday dinner, I'm so excited.

Last time I had a birthday dinner was my sweet 16 so I'm pretty excited.

I can't wait to see how that goes. Getting a journal is one of the best things that ever happened to me. It's like talking to myself but in writing.

Anyways bye.