She read the notes. Her eyes got wide. “Nikki. This is… huge. This is like finding out Darth Vader knits sweaters for orphan kittens.”
I bought the book for $1.25. Then I went home and, on a sticky note, wrote a message. Not mean. Not revenge. Just: dork diaries used books
Inside the front cover, in sparkly purple gel pen, someone had written: She read the notes
“Mackenzie—everyone cries in the bathroom sometimes. If you ever want to not cry alone, you know where the art room is. —Nikki (locker 237)” on a sticky note
I pulled it out reverently. Price: $1.25.