10 Reasons Why I Hate My Life

the meeting

Dear Diary,
Hi. My name is Jazzy. Well, my real name is Jasmine Mar, but that name has a bad ring to it, so I go by Jazzy. I'm a 16 year old high school student who attends at Mayville High School. It's such a boring name, I fall asleep just listening to the title. Oh yeah, I live in this stupid town called Mayville. Everyone knows everyone. I go to a school full of basic people who believe they will become the next James Taylor. My counselor told me I have to write in this book to "express my inner feelings." What does that even mean? I am perfectly fine with handling my emotions! Fine. I'll admit, I have had trouble keeping myself sane at school and literally everywhere else I go. Ever since my sister went missing, my life has never been the same.
First of all, my mom. She completely lost her mind after Amelia went missing. Amelia was her favorite child, and the only one she really paid attention too. My mom and I never talk anymore. Actually, we never really talked in the first place. Mom has been meeting some pretty bad men to handle the loss of my sister (if you know what I mean). Oh yeah, I almost forgot about my dad. He left my mom about 3 years ago. He now has a new family in Westport. Westport is about an 1 hour and 30 minutes away from us. I never really got closure on why he left. All I know is that he doesn't interact with my "family" anymore.
Anyways, I believe someone from my school knows something about the disappearance of Amelia. I don't have any evidence to back that up, but many people at my school had beef with her. I never knew why, though. I mean, she did go missing at a Halloween party hosted by 4 of the most popular people at my school. Natalie, Carly, Adalin, and Nick. These people are why I hate my life.