If I kept a journal, wouldn't my sis have kept one too? Or is that just some weird punk trend?

Sure enough, when I got home, after saying hello to my parents, I ran upstairs and searched my sister's old room. Then there it was. A book with a dark purple cover marked in glitter "JOURNAL" I smiled and thought this is too easy, didn't my sis excpect that one day her little sis would come snooping around looking for it? And SURPRISE!! I found it. Then I looked at the big letters written in glitter and grimaced. Glitter was never my type of thing, it's just too sparkly. Feeling sorry for myself because if this was the cover, then imagine how bad it would be on the inside... I opened the book, bracing myself for the worst, and was surprised, the inside of the book was just a book! Full of RECIPES!? What? So, my sister wasn't dumb enough to be so obvious, and it was just a setup. So if THIS recipe book has a journal on the front... then that means the JOURNAL has a RECIPE BOOK on the front! Boy, im a dang good detective, I thought and pretty hot too! I laughed to myself, then looked around her room again. Then I face palmed myself . Of course! Who would keep a recipe book in their room? It would rise too many questions and suspicions. I raced to the stairs, slid down the banister, and landed lightly on my feet. Yeah, it took a lot of practice to get that good. Then I stalked into the kitchen and started pulling open all the drawers. "FOUND IT" I yelled, "found what?" Said my dad, walking into the kitchen, "my secret stash of cookies? Cuz that would not be good." I laughed and said "Nope,
that's not what I found...yet." Then I laughed hysterically. "Whoa okay, cool it baby," said my dad, slowly backing out of the kitchen with his arms raised, a slight smile playing around his mouth. Then he turned around and walked away. I sighed happily then grabbed the "recipe book" and ran upstairs to my room to check it out.