"I know you lied about it and I also know you went to that concert your father and I specifically told you was a no go without an adult chaperone," my mom says. I grip the door handle, trying to prevent full on panic. "What do you mean, you know?" Mom slams on the brakes at the red light so hard that my head almost hits the dash even though I'm wearing my seatbelt. "I mean that thanks to the hackers, I've had the opportunity to peruse your diary. And let me tell you, it made eye-opening reading." I feel sick to my stomach. "They posted my diary online?" "Don't try to change the subject." "I'm not trying to change the subject, Mom, I'm trying to find out if I'm ever going to be able to face going back to school in this lifetime. How could you do it? You had no right to read it! I can't believe they actually posted my diary. So like, anyone can read it?" Please say no. Please say this is all just a really bad prank you and Dad are playing on me for some reality show and the host is about pop out from the backseat and say, "AHAHAHAHA, just kidding! Aren't your parents such jokesters?" No such luck. "Not just your diary. Our entire private life is an open book," Mom says. Excerpted from In Case You Missed It by Sarah Darer Littman All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.