Valarie
Dear Diary,
This has to stop. She went back again for another contest, and she won, again. There was a time when we could pass as twins. Maybe I should enter the next one and beat her. Ha! That would show her. Yes, I think that’s exactly what I’ll do.
Valarie
Dear Diary,
I hate Harper Jackson. I entered the contest as Hilarie Thaxton. I wanted us to sound like twins without being too obvious. Especially if we both won. But no, she won, and I got second place. Then the bitch told me to try again next week because she wouldn’t be a contestant. Stupid me asked why. Because employees can’t enter club sponsored contests. That’s right, my twin’s replacement twin is going to be a stripper.
Hilarie
Dear Diary,
I hate Harper Jackson, and I work at a strip club. As a stripper. This cannot continue.
Hilarie
Dear Diary,
I’m friends with Harper Jackson! At least, I think I am. She keeps to herself most of the time, but she’s friendly to me at work, and she says hello to me when she sees me at the college. She thinks I’m a student there, but I’m not. I just hang around the campus in certain places I know she’ll pass when she’s between classes.
Hilarie
Dear Diary,
What a coincidence. Harper is the licensed clinical therapist just hired by the clinic where I work as the office manager. I suppose it helps that I own the building and set up the entire clinic so that we could work together. We’ll be best friends in no time. Just like sisters should be.
Hilarie
Dear Diary,
She’s got a boyfriend, and I don’t like him. She says he’s not her boyfriend, but he is. He’s the same guy that used to come into the club to see her every Friday night. The only one she would do private dances for. We don’t have room for a boyfriend in our relationship. It’s supposed to be just me and her. I won’t let her leave me, too. I just need to remind her of how much she needs me. We’re two peas in a pod.
Hilarie
Dear Diary,
I can’t believe this shit. She’s been gone for two weeks and didn’t call me once. My anger may have gotten a little out of control. I meant to just paint the mural on her wall, but seeing all those pictures of her stupid fucking family infuriated me. Her brother…ugh! Nope, not going there. Anyway, watching her pick up pea after pea while her ‘friend’ tried to decipher the painting on her living room wall was by far the most fun I’ve had in a long time. I should’ve brought popcorn to munch on while I watched. Seriously, they’re mystified by the things I did to her house. I can understand the dots. Not everyone would recognize the Gemini Twins constellation without the lines connecting the stars, but come on…two peas in a pod? Not a hard one to figure out. I’ve been giving her hints all along. I always offer her Double Mint gum. I gave her Thing 1 post-it notes for her office, and I kept the Thing 2 post-it notes for mine. I bring her a Twinkie at least once a week. Was she always this stupid? I guess she was.
Hilarie
PS – Earlier tonight, I thought I was going to get lucky, and she was actually going to take care of her boyfriend for me, but, alas, Harper isn’t a good shot. Actually, she’s a terrible shot if she missed that big ass man at damn near point blank range. I’ll have to take care of him later.
Dear Diary,
Why is she making everything so difficult? A new security system, new locks, a guard dog, and a boyfriend. Is she trying to test me? To see if I’m willing to fight for her? I just want us to be together. Time to try a different plan.
Hilarie
Dear Diary,
I can’t take this much longer. I have stooped so low, just to spend time with her. It shouldn’t be like this. I shouldn’t have to spend my holiday weekend with her boyfriend’s dipshit friend. I almost got out of it, but the dumbass small town cops arrested me, too! Then, she caught me when I was in the middle of trying to poison their food. Ugh!! It’s okay though. She will be with me as soon as everything is ready. Until then, I have to put up with her boyfriend’s friend so I can be included in her plans. Not much longer. Not much longer. Not much longer.
Hilarie
Dear Diary,