My odyssey: an average teen's diary

Commence of this sad story

Chapter 1: Commence of this sad story

There I was sitting at the dining table in the kitchen solving crossword puzzles; what four lettered word represents what every human has but never acknowledges...hmm, easy, it's life...hopefully.

My name is Nina Williams, I'm nineteen years of age per se and my whole life has been full of hardships all the way from the beginning. In my kindergarten time, I was always picked last for all the good stuff and though it was annoying, I had to hustle all the way through. In my middle school, I was always bullied and had no friends same to high school.

To be honest; I'd always hated myself and regretted the day I was born; actually I'd always regretted my whole existence. My mom always told me to love who I am and live my life to the maximum but every time she said it; I just got more hurt. She also told me that my dad is a cardiologist who lived in France and to be honest, that was the one thing I was always proud of in my perspective.

At this moment I was in my vacation or break since I had just finished my senior year last year in autumn, mid November there. Right now, I was on the wait for my acceptance letter from my dream university; Harvard. I wrote so many weekly letters requesting for scholarships in the last month of my senior year and up to now I still had hope for that reply.

"Honey, I'm home," I heard mom yell all the way from the living room. That's my mom, Veronica Williams, who had just come from work. My mom was a journalist who worked at Hornery Media; some media company here in Massachusetts.

"Welcome back, mom, how was your day?" I asked as I helped her with the grocery bags she was carrying. "Well...it was fine, how was my little angel's day?" mom asked. "It was quite," I replied and she afterwards went straight to her room to change. My mum kept me so close because I was her only child and that's why all I ever lived to do is make her proud and nothing else.

Just like any other normal teenager (or so I think I'm normal), I loved contemporary music, movies (romance mostly), pizza parties & I listened to AT-40 by Ryan Seacrest every weekend. Not forgetting that I was a fan of Olivia Rodrigo's music, Love Hard starring Nina Dobrev (my name twin) was my best movie and I loved all other sorts of things that teenagers did.

I set up the dining table and mum, who had come downstairs a while ago and went straight to the kitchen, cooked us some dinner. She made us chicken nuggets and I still always wondered how she got to boil them and they came out perfectly.

As we were eating, "Mom, I know that I've asked this question a lot but I direly need an answer, why don't I have siblings yet you two are still married?" I avidly asked.

"(Sighs) Look sweetie, daddy is so busy that he can't just leave work that easily," she replied.

"Just tell him that Nina is so lonely and she has no friends or siblings. If he really cares, then he'll come," I said.

"Sweetie, I can be your friend," mom tried to convince like she always does. I love it that she really cares and listens that much but no for today.

"Mom, you don't get it, do you? We only accommodate this house two in number. I mean I just wish I had that little brother or sister I could snuggle and yell at," I expressed my opinions.

"Just get used to it, honey," she said with genuine empathy displayed in her eyes and I know she knows what I'm going through (or so I think) but this is way too much. "I'll try, if it makes you happy in any way," I tried to conceal my disappointment.

"That's my baby girl," she cooed. After eating and clearing the table, she took me to my room and helped me swallow my prescribed pills; I didn't mention this at the beginning but I'm on medication for a condition called heart attack. Mom then snuggled me till I slowly drifted off to slumber land.