dear diary
It all starts with a purpose.
Ever since I was a little kid, I had always gotten used to hearing about things that I would own up to someday, careers that would be perfect for me, and how I was going to grow up as.
It was said that apparently, I was a gifted child. I loved homework, and I would always be in this frenzy of excitement wherein I would rush home, and open my books and complete my tasks for the day.
I know, it sounds as crazy as it seems
But the funny part was, I don't remember it. Any of it, the traits, the power of being gifted, the ability to do everything perfectly, for nobody ever told me that when I did do it, it was perfect the way it was supposed to be. Some people may call it a lack of motivation in your childhood, the time where your needs had to be nurtured, your voice should have been heard. It wasn't and I say this in the nicest way I can muster.
I had a crappy childhood.
No, it was not traumatic or anything. But there were incidents, small incidents that eventually build up so much in my head that everything just burnt out of me, every talent, every achievement, every moment of glory, it seemed to have fallen out of me.
Now that I am a teenager of 17 years going into her 18 in a few months, I realize that everything up to now has been the sole reason for me to turn out the way I have, and there is so much about it I wish had changed, but I can't.
But none of those ordeals would have prepared me to solve a murder, and I definitely would not be fending off an alleged criminal with my teddy bear, for sure.
But wait, that can't be my purpose, right?
oh god, let me rewind a bit.
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Time for a quick flashback it seems.
YOU ARE READING
nowhere to be
Mystery / ThrillerNobody ever said that my life was going to be one of those crazy cliche Wattpad novels. Huh, whatever, as long as there were no spelling errors, I was cool with it. but where exactly does this murder come into the plot? what, was I too cool for a ro...
