What you are about to read is all happening to me, and you will learn a lot about how I think and act. Ben is my best friend whom my mum had forbidden me from seeing because she thinks he hurt me. Nina and Gareth are his parents, Chegg (real name Josie) is his older sister, Mike is my stepdad, Kyran is my younger brother and Ada is my younger sister.
If you see some unfamiliar words, it's probably a word from mine and Ben's language which we made up from our text typos. For example his nickname is little nuggest, nuggest being my typo when I went to call him a nugget. Yaatq means yay, yeag and yeglag is yeah, ticjle is tickle and so on. If you don't know what one of the words mean you can just ask :)
The book cover is me on my window seat, so I own rights to that. People who wanted to remain anonymous have had their names removed from my diary.This is me:
It may not look like it, but I am suffering a pain that I feel is worse than death. Death is peaceful. Life is pain. Au chocolat. (That's just something I say). If you look closely you can see the pain in my eyes.
Should I tell you about me? Sure. I am English and Australian. I have a slight accent which I like. My hair is bronze with gold streaks in the sun, but no one can tell because I never go out. I played the didgeridoo when I was 7 but it was really big. I play piano and I'm learning violin. My dad is in Sydney so I never get to see him. I am a big goof and a wally head with no common sense whatsoever. I unfortunately didn't get my dad's vivid blue eyes. Like...they are such a deep blue...like the sea. Guess it's fitting for him to be Australian. I can speak German. I'm an otaku and I love Victorians. Especially the creepy side. I have little Victorian doll my great grandma had when she was little (I think she was in the middle class) and she plays creepy music. Sometimes she'll play by herself during the night. Creepy. I love it. I attended a Victorian school once, but I never got punished. My brother on the other hand got caned (lightly) and had to wear the dunce hat.
This is Ben back in 2019, Christmas:
I am behind him on the right, and Chegg, his older sister, is on the left. We are wrapping up Kevin and Tracy. Of course, we were much, much younger then so Ben doesn't really look like that anymore. He still has the same face, the same brilliant blue eyes, and the same kind smile. But his hair is more...teenage boy like. And he's really tall now. But I don't have a picture anymore because my mum deleted everything. This is what I found when I went searching through hard drives.
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Waiting for a Miracle
Non-FictionMy name is Eloise. What you are about to read is a diary of events in my life. A year ago I was forbidden from seeing my best friend, Ben, and I fell into depression. I decided to start writing a diary to him so he wouldn't miss out on everything I...