Mate My Lovely Ass

MMLA Ch.1

Dear Diary,

Hey there Diary. So I just got you yesterday and today I've decided to write something. So for starters I'm only giving you a try because Mom says that therapy is too expensive at the moment so this is the perfect thing for self-therapy. Ugh. Mom. Just so you know I'm rolling my eyes and shaking my head.

But while we're on the subject we just moved here. Luckily. And what the hell kind of city is named Jenter? Speaking of wierd, Daddy got wasted last night. Which is stupid since I'm the one that got

Charlie paused in thought. No. She wasn't ready. She wasn't ready to tell some stupid journal about all the horrible things that had happened to her. She couldn't even stand the memories. How could she stand having them written down for her to read and re live? Call her a Drama Queen or whatever but she just wasn't ready.

Today I am going to be a new girl in a long time so wish me luck with that. My two sisters will be there too. And i'm actually happy because I need to keep an eye out for them and those around em. Sammy is only in her first year of high school and Chrissie is in her third year. We're fraternal twins I think. Not that I really care because she's like a little sister to me. She has a lot to learn in life. Sammy is almost more mature than her. Well, my hand is cramping and it's now 7. School starts in an hour and a half and if I'm going to get to school in time and get everything done and taken care of in time ,being the new student and all, I'm going to have to use all of the hour and a half that I have granted. So Bye.

-Charlie

Charlie closed the pink journal and glared at it for a moment wondering why her Mom had to get her a pink journal. She sighed and mechanically moved aside her covers and stood up. She stared out at the vacant street and blue sky with a golden globe for a sun through her window.

She walked groggily to her shower in her personal bathroom. She turned on the shower head and stripped while it warmed up. She let her hair down and sprayed it with coconut water and macadamia, olive, and grape seed oil. She rubbed it into her scalp and slathered her hair with honey. Then she used some of the olive oil and covered her face with it before exfoliating her face with sugar beads. This was her every Monday morning ritual. No matter how complicated it was it helped. She opened the glass sliding door and got in, one foot after the other.

She had put her hair up in a bun so that it can soak up the healthy nutrients and fats from the oils. She rinsed her face of the olive oil and sugar. She closed hereyes and her lashes brushed against her cheeks as she did so. She pumped Cetaphil into her hands and rubbed them together till she saw tiny white suds. She covered her face and her neck with it. She instantly relaxed as the scent of the lemon verbena and pomegranate in her Dove body wash wafted into her nostrils.

She rinsed the lathered Dove off of her skin and let down her hair to rinse it out too. When she did afterwards she conditioned it with a strawberry scented conditioner. When she rinsed that out she got out of the shower.

Charlie stood in front of the mirror and stared at her reflection. What once was brown hair was now a deep dark blonde color due to the hair change she went through. Like her friend told her, changing the way you look on the outside sometimes helped how you felt on the inside. Although it didn't help much, it helped enough. Charlie had big brown eyes that used to sparkle with kindness and warmth but now is just a pair of beautiful brown eyes with an alarmed, guarded look. When she smiled her pearl white teeth and cute dimple were visible to the world. But she rarely ever really smiled. Not genuinely. No. Jack had taken that from her.

Charlie sighed and prepared for the day. She lined her big brown eyes with black eye liner and moisturized her lips with Classic Cherry Chap stick and applied two coats of mascara to her lashes. She went to her closet looking for something to wear. She wanted to make a statement with her outfit. One that said, "Don't mess with me, because I'm not just Charlie around the corner."