I stayed home, contacting my school telling them I would be gone for the day and that I would be able to give them my doctor notice on our next school day.

  After Cecelia left, I looked around and cleaned up the house. I dusted TV table in the common room, cleaned the dining room and kitchen, and cleaned up the washroom. By then it was noon, and I made myself lunch while prepping dinner.

  Finished with everything, I went back to my room and went to clean up... Or reorganize my stuff my own way. I cleaned it up before, but I mostly left my room the same as it was before. It was fine - but there were some unintuitive things that I wanted to reorganize.

  I went to organize my closet first. Looking into the closet, I organized my clothes, from reorganizing all my dresses by color on their hangers, then my tops by color and type on their hangers. I went into my closet drawers and looked at my skirts - but they were put away in a way I was content with. Soon enough I was done with all my clothes. I went to my bed and fixed my bedding. It didn't take long, and I swept under my bed before moving onto my table. I cleared off the top clutter, dusted the top, before organizing what was on my table. "I should get a ptop." I uttered, remembering I didn't have a ptop... Honestly it was a miracle that I was good at making spreadsheets on my phone - though it was honestly a habit born more out of stress rather than something I was proud of. Finished cleaning my table, my reflection on the small mirror on the table looked back at me with a smile.

  I left my drawing stand as was - it wasn't in the way, and I think it added to the charm of my room, even if I wasn't actively using it for now. I went over to the bookshelf and looked through the books. I took out the books, organizing them into what they were. Novels, some manga's, some music books, and academic reted books... Alicia really didn't have many academic books, but her shelf was filled with novels. I kept organizing the books—,

  "Ah—?!" A small book hit my head - I look down to see a small, unmarked book. I open it—,

  "I—," Conflicted emotions ran through my head - this was a diary, judging by the date and writing. I closed it, but... "Yet…" I was pretty comfortable living as myself - I accepted myself without issue for the time being. Yet - looking into someone else's past, even if it technically was my own? Looking into someone's thoughts and secrets - was that really right?

  Doubt and desire withheld, I let out a sigh, pcing the diary on my table... "Not now - not right now." I'll look at it ter - for now I still need to organize my bookshelf.

  Finished cleaning, but before Cecelia came back, I looked at my desk at the diary...

  "I—," I took a deep breath… "I am her; I shouldn't stir up the past." I told myself. I sat down at my desk and opened the diary. "But this is something that I should know."

  I flipped pages, one by one, reading word by word. I know a girl’s secrets wasn't something to carelessly delve into, but everything I knew here would help one way or another…

  … … …

  It... Did she really do that?

  I—! I... despise... her... Myself—I felt disgusted - saddened - reading this. There were remarks that Alicia was a normal girl, but to facilitate something like this, whilst concealing it as well? I knew there would be no easy way to help Cecelia. Something like that—, "A mental scar..." Alicia—I thought I inherited the will and body of a normal girl, yet... There was obviously much more than I thought.

  I looked back into the diary and skimmed through—there is clearly more. This escation happened about a year ago - for seemingly no reason -, and there were so many... many more logs...

  "..." A silent tear fell onto the page of the diary... I couldn’t help not crying - Alicia caused Cecelia both social isotion, and mental discouragement, whilst distancing Cecelia from any support she could have with threats... All this, to a girl, a middle school girl.

  Seeing more and more logs really pained my heart. So many... devious pns with seemingly no reason or no trigger on an innocent girl. All I could find was that Cecelia was praised once for her academic test scores - jealousy? I couldn't even think of how this could be any reason for this at all, yet...

  Reading what Alicia did, I couldn't even fathom what Cecelia went through... Even what I endured - physically and mentally challenging events - till now; none would ever match what Cecelia has endured.

  Eventually, through the heart wrenching pages, I came to an end with an empty page dated Lunar Year 933, First Half, Day 98-2, and nothing. I look and flip more pages, and nothing hidden was past that empty page. "So... this is the story of Alicia."

  I hate this book... diary. It felt terrible, knowing what was in it - knowing what Alicia did. Yet... I went back to the empty dated page and flipped one page over, "If - this is only if - something happens." I reassured myself. "I—I can never know if something happens to me - besides," My own existence itself was an extraordinary existence - someone in someone else's body, "I should at least make sure I set Alicia right." I marked today's date onto my diary with a pen,

  Lunar Year 933, First Half, Day 138-2,

  I’m sorry… From here on, I will do everything for you. No matter who I am, I, Teseia Alicia, will reverse what has been done to you Cecelia.

  Be this Alicia, or who comes after. No matter what, cherish Cecelia. Cecelia can never forgive what the Alicia before me did, but I hope for whoever see this that you will treat her right - cherish her for everything she is as your only family, and your beloved sister

  Suddenly my arm went off. I looked at my phone to see the time, "Oh, it is that time..." I closed my diary—... I should probably put it somewhere. I looked around my room thinking of where to put it, but after thinking about it, I decided to put it in my table's drawer. With my diary put away, I went downstairs to prepare dinner.