She softly closed her bedroom door, easing the doorknob lock into place. Silently, she slid open the top drawer. Gently pushing aside the pile of socks and undies, she carefully reached under the little shelf holding a jumble of wayward buttons, Girl Scout pins, and badges waiting to be sewn onto her sash. Pulling out the little pink book, she inserted the tiny gold key and sighed. “Dear Diary: Why do I feel so guilty, sneaking to be alone in my own room? I just want to write … ”
Behind her, Mother burst in. “So that’s where you hide it!”
Inspired by Natalie Swift's post on selfishness. Response to Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge prompt "button"