The diary

Chapter 1

Person playing Skylar

As I looked out the window writing in my journal I saw Charlie. Charlie was the schools bad boy and my neighbor. We would hopefully never talk each other; then again that might not be a problem because I never talk to anyone.

He would probably never talk to me anyways unless he wanted answers on a handout or test.

He was also a senior so we probably might never cross paths. I closed my eyes spinning in my desk chair.

I don't get why all the girls liked him. He was just another boy who was popular. I closed the curtains and laid down on my bed. I looked at the ceiling.

I loved my room. I was already familiar with everything. I know where every crack and chip of paint was. my room was unique. I had painted the night sky on the ceiling. I looked at my walls. They were covered in famous quotes I wrote in sharpie. My bed covers was made of black silk. My floor was made of wood from some forest in my hometown.

I smiled at the thought of my hometown. It was a quiet little town 5 hours away from here.

I just moved here a month ago. My aunt wanted for us to have a new start. I love my aunt she always wants what's best for me. She is a artist like me just more experienced. She however is working as a fashion designer for some famous brand. So most of my clothes are handmade by her.

I stood up and put my diary in a box in the closet with my others. I never leave anywhere without it. It's like a friend you tell all your secrets to knowing they'll never tell. How sad I thought frowning. I could never make a friend long enough to trust them with my secrets.

We were always constantly moving places but always ending up right in our hometown. So I decided to give up the thought of friends/friendships.

Besides I don't really enjoy making friends.  Whenever I have friends they always end up stab me in the back and tell my secrets. Yeah I don't have a very good taste in friends.

Still deep in my thoughts Aunt Daya called me. "Skylar get down here it's time for dinner." I chuckled to myself as I walked down the stairs. I knew better than to keep her waiting. She can sometimes have a very short temper. I still love her but she's a a bit of a handful.

What I love about my aunt is that she's more like my BFF than aunt. She was always more of a second mother than aunt. I could already smell the sweet aroma of her food. I sat next to her and started eating.

" How's school? Did you finally make new friends?" At that comment I stiffened. She knew I didn't like to make new friends, yet she wanted me to. "No I haven't made any, yet." I said rushing to put food in my mouth to avoid her questions.

"You just haven't met the right people to befriend yet."  She said trying to be optimistic. I ignored her and ate in the comfortable silence. The house was usually loud so it was a nice change.

I finished my meal and washed the dishes. It was my turn today since Aunt Daya had left to her designing room. When I was done I ran to my room and took a shower. I usually needed them to relax after my aunts pestering questions.

After my shower I finished up some homework and went to bed. I laid in bed unable to fall asleep. It was twelve when I fell asleep. I woke up to my annoying alarm. I sighed trying to turn it off but I couldn't find the off button. I gave up and got out of bed. I decided to take a shower to wake me up. After my shower I put on my clothes.