Emily's Diary

                                                       

Dear Diary,

I am hurting inside. I am hurting because I hung out with the wrong crowd of people at my school.

They make fun of me and talk about me behind my back. I don't know why people have to act like this.

I am so sick of the rumors they spread about me. I wish I could transfer schools. 

I feel like I am stuck in this boring old high school with no one except my best friend Bailey.

She and I have been best friends since kindergarten. But lately, she has been ignoring me ever since she has been dating Kyle.

O-M-G! Kyle is such a dream! I don't blame Bailey for dating him.  But diary, I need other friends too. I am trying really hard to join the volleyball team. I think I could be really good.

Sigh. My family has been driving me crazy again. It makes me feel sort of alone, I guess.

I would tell them things and they act like it is no big deal. It frustrates me! It is a big deal to ME!

I told my mom a secret and she just started going on and on about how I didn't do the dishes last night.

I was like, WHAT!? All I heard was gibberish! I wish my mom would understand me for once.

It is like adults have their own language or something. Besides, will she ever stop nagging me?

I know families can be tough, but I just felt like I need to be heard for once. No one in my family gets me!

I have two younger brothers, they are still in elementary school, they are too young to understand anything.

My older sister is heading to college in a few weeks! She is hardly at the house, and I can't talk to her like I used to.

She and I used to be so close. We used to tell each other secrets. I miss those days. She is super pretty! I am jealous that she is so good looking.

The other day I overheard my mother talking to my grandmother about me.

She keeps saying things about me that aren't even true. What is wrong with her? This is what she said:

"Emily slept with her boyfriend and she gave him an STD." 

She acts like those preppy girls you see in my school. She is immature. She didn't grow up. She is the definition of Peter pan; except she is my mom.

I know I was being pathetic. But I ran upstairs to my room and started bawling my eyes out.

Why does she hate me so much? I want to run away and live with my aunt Josephine. I have to go.  I heard my dad calling me. TTYL. Bye!

Dear Diary,

Ugh. My cousin called me up today again. He started to brag about his "most" prized possessions.

But luckily, I stopped him, before I became bored to death. I told him I had better things to do than hear him bragging.

Sometimes I think he does it on purpose.

Oh! This most embarrassing thing happened. My mom and I went to the shopping mall the other day. She called me "fat" in front of the managers. Talk about embarrassing!