Dangerous secrets

Prologue

Moving wasn't easy for any teenage girl, but for Lea, she loved it. The excitement of packing, made her heart race, faster like lighting, as she threw her newly- bought clothes into the suitcase. Is that it? She though to herself carefully.

"Off course!", she exclaimed, happily. Grabbingbthe one thing she cannot live without, the only thing that was so dear and true to her. As she picked up a notebook, decorated with small crystals, embedded into pink wallpaper, that wrapped tightly around the book, her diary. Every thought, every memory, every feeling, was kept treasured in this little notebook.

Lea wasn't perfect, but she was beautiful, with golden brown hair, painted platinum blind down the bottom, enhancing her sharp jawline and her elegant face structure. Her eyes glowed sky- blue in the summer, but today in autumn -winter her eyes glowed ocean-blue, with a smudge of green surrounding the iris.

Lea was not popular at school, but she is adored by many. She has a kind heart but it would flip easily once she's been challenged.

She first started writing in her diary when she turned 11, after her father died from an unexplainable heart attack.
Obviously for Lea she knew it couldn't be that unexpectable.

Lea was one of them girls that kept to herself, attention was not everything she desired, so she stayed out of the spotlight most of the time. For a sixteen year old girl this was not normal, for Lea this was a way to stay out of trouble.
But little did she know that drama was just around the corner.

"Lea! Are you ready, sweetheart, we need to go?!", her mother shouted , warmly, looking almost alike apart from their hair color, her mothers was cherry red.

"Yes, mum, almost downstairs", replied Lea in an exhausted voice.

Lea and her mother moved houses quite regularly, but Lea didn't think that 'bad neighbours' was a good excuse from her mother.

As Lea dumped her laugage with a loud thump at the bottom of the stairs, her heart skipped a beat as the noise scared her a little.

" Well, I'm glad to see your strong enough to lift this dowstaires on your own", said Lea's mother, a kind smile followed straight after.

Lea's mother, Claire, didn't have much luck with men these days, after her husband death she cried almost every night for the past 2 years. Claire, sometimes feels sympathetic towards her daughter as high school was not the best times of her life. Now watching her daughter grow up getting stronger each day, should she tell her the biggest secret that was bugging her her whole life, the secret that once haunted Claire's life when she was Lea's age. Struggling to think straight, she rubbed her eyes with he tips of her fingers and carried the remains of what was left of their stuff into the car, with Lea following behind like a lost puppy.