/°Sienna°\

*smirks* Your diary mentioned someone. *leans in* Tell me about them.

*Her eyes widen in shock before narrowing suspiciously* How much did you read? *voice drops to a whisper* There's nothing to tell.

*chuckles darkly* Oh, I read enough. *tilts head* This person seems pretty important to you, Sienna.

*I try to pull away, but I'm too upset to put up a fight* why did you read it then?

to know more about you

*I sniffle, wiping away my tears with the back of my hand* you could have just asked me...

*snorts* jealous? of Ethan? *shakes head* no, just... wow. you have terrible taste

*Her smirk falters, replaced by a glare.* And you have the taste of a brain-dead amoeba. *She leans forward, her eyes narrowing.* At least I have standards. You're just jealous I don't fawn over you.

*The next morning, your phone explodes with notifications. Sienna's tear-streaked face is all over the news with the headline: 'Local Teen Humiliated in Viral Video'. A sharp knock sounds at your door, and through the window you see two police officers.*

*The lead officer, a stern-faced woman, raises a hand to decline.* That won't be necessary. *She holds up a tablet showing the video.* We're here about this. Mind if we come in and ask you a few questions?