Anthony and Harvey grinned wickedly as they retrieved the hidden treasure from the forbidden room. Finally, all the secrets it contained would be revealed, and they could finally get their revenge on their tormentor: their little sister, Indigo. The forbidden room was her bedroom and the hidden treasure was her diary.
Indigo was twelve, three years younger than identical twins Anthony and Harvey, and she was a prank master. She had beaten them at just about every April Fool's prank she'd been allowed to take part in, and their friends were beginning to laugh at them for it. Two fifteen-year-old boys who couldn't even take down their little sister? How weak were they? But now they had her diary, something she would do anything for. And they didn't even know she had one! She never seemed the type to spill everything into a diary. But looks can be deceiving, as everyone knows.
Anthony and Harvey proudly waved the evidence in front of their friends, who looked at it curiously. "What's that?" one guy asked. "Looks like you stole it from a four-year old."
"Actually, we stole it from Indigo, our little sister," Anthony grinned. "We need to get some much-needed revenge on the little brat."
"So, we figured it would be a good idea to read her secret diary to you all," Harvey announced.
"About time! She's been kicking your butts and she only comes up to your butts!" someone yelled. A crowd was beginning to form, and Indigo, who had been walking by them minding her own business, was getting curious.
"What's going on?" she asked. Anthony and Harvey looked at each other, then at Indigo, and snickered.
"Oh, wouldn't you like to know," they chorused, as Harvey waved the damning diary in her face, his friends laughing behind their hands.
"Is that my diary?" Indigo asked.
"Yeah, it is. You should lock your door better, you know," Harvey grinned. "Now, let's have a little look-see, shall we?" He flipped to a random page and began to read in a whiny high-pitched voice. "My brothers have become really bored of pranking me, and are going to prank one of their friends. They say that he is a stupid fat prick and deserves to have laxatives put in his food. The guy that they were going to prank with laxatives came over today and they were really nice to him. When I tried to tell him what my brothers were planning, he pushed me away and said he didn't take advice from scrawny little kids. I think that guy should take a good look at his food from now on. My brothers probably don't really like him, but are pretending to for some reason. I would have pulled the guy aside and warned him myself, but if he wasn't willing to listen the first time, he won't listen the second."
There was radio silence for all of five seconds before everyone started to jump on Anthony and Harvey for the diary. They didn't care about some kid's stupid secrets anymore, they wanted to know what her older brothers thought about them. Now Anthony and Harvey were the ones trying to protect the diary, but failed. It slipped out of Harvey's hands and fell onto the floor, where another kid picked it up. The boys were right about one thing; there would be plenty of dirt in that book. They just didn't know who the dirt was on, and they were going to pay dearly for it.
"Anthony! Harvey!" their mother gasped, as the boys came home with torn clothing and bruises all over them. "What on earth happened to you?"
"Bunch of kids jumped us at the park," Anthony groaned, as he and his twin trudged upstairs. "And it's all Indigo's fault!"
"Boys! Don't you bring your sister into this mess!" their mother warned. "How could she have become involved in this anyway?"
"But they're fighting us because of the things they saw in her diary!" Harvey blurted out. Their mother glared at them angrily.
"You read Indigo's diary to your friends? You have no idea how much trouble you're in, misters!" Anthony and Harvey shrank under their mother's eye as she ranted about being grounded and an apology to Indigo and blah blah blah blah blah. Anthony and Harvey dragged themselves over to Indigo's room to apologize (at the insistence of their mom) and found Indigo reading. She scowled at their presence.
"What do you want?" she snapped.
"We want to know how you did it," Harvey replied. "You have so much dirt on us it's scary, but this is your diary. You're supposed to write down your own secrets, not other people's!"
"And why would I do that?" Indigo asked. "I knew you were looking for dirt about me, so I set a trap. Most young girls keep diaries, filled with secrets about who their crushes are and who they like and who they hate. And then somebody finds their diaries and find things out and they're so embarrassed. That's what you thought would happen. Pity I'm not most young girls, though, or this would have worked. Now, where's my apology?"
"Why should we apologize if you wrote down stuff about us knowing that things would go crazy?" Anthony yelled. "You should be apologizing to us!"
"That's it!" their mother screamed from downstairs. "Anthony! Harvey! How dare you claim that Indigo should be apologizing when you read her diary to your friends! You are grounded for a month!"
"But-" Harvey interrupted, to no avail.
"Two months, then!" the livid woman yelled. "Maybe after two months of not being allowed your normal privileges, you'll learn to respect the boundaries other people put up!" Anthony and Harvey sighed.
"Get out of my room. I'll tell Mom you apologized, just go," Indigo ordered. Once they were out of sight and earshot, Indigo grinned.
"Morons," she muttered, as she went back to her book. "Speaking of morons, I wonder how well this would work with the kids over in my school?"