SEPTEMBER 2021,
For starters, Im Ellie Elliot. People call me E or Eli for short. I have long silky blonde hair just like my mother, hazel brown eyes and a round face with tainted rosy cheeks and a small small nose (which i hate). This is my diary or should i just say its a tragic story of my life.
I don't exactly remember the date I was told we were moving to a different town, an hour away from my school and friends. All I know was how incredibly upset I was. My father, whom people refer to as Madman (has serious anger issues) is a tall man with black hair and a scary vibe that he carries along with him, told us he had news for us and that being, the move. I thought he was kidding when he informed us about moving, only to find out a week later we were all instructed to pack our belongings. Which meant I have less than two weeks to say my final goodbye to my friends, especially my best friend, Brooklyn.
Brooklyn George is a year older than me, a lot shorter. A thin young girl who can pass off as a 12 year old, she is about 150cm whereas I was 160cm, she's basically a midget next to me (hey brooks if you're reading this its probably when I'm dead, sorry not sorry) She has the prettiest eyes and the longest lashes. She has a dimple on her right cheek every time she smiled which I have learned to adore. I always thought that she is the prettiest girl I have ever met. She was a transfer student in 2017 and like every other typical friendships, ours started by hating each other (enemies to lover kind of thing haha) I know this might sound like every other cliche story but we are the complete opposite of each other, yet the same person all at once.
However the description of hers will not matter now, what matters is she is the reason why i met him and by him i mean Daniel Ron.
Who is he you might wonder, I will now be telling you the story of how we had gotten to know each other. Reminiscing the year 2018, where covid is ✨nonexistent ✨ anyway, here starts a conflicting story of a girl who can't seem to figure out her feelings.
Love,
Ellie
Writer's note;
I know everything sounds cliche and boring now but i promise it gets better
YOU ARE READING
Ellie's Diary
RomancePerhaps it had been my fault for confusing him, or maybe it was his, for letting me hurt him over and over again. Nevertheless, the "love" story between the both of us becomes nothing but just a story. The story that proves you can't love someone...
