Stairs to the stars

Prologue : Dear Diary...

Dear Diary, Day 1

It was finally my 10th birthday. I could still see myself gazing at the ten glistening candles. I had a bright smile on my face, knowing what I would wish for. Today was the day my father was coming home. It's been a year since I met him, and my mum was on her way to drive him here, I finally blew out the candles still thinking of my wish. As soon as The fire turned into smoke, there was a phone call. My grandmother who lived with us picked up the phone and there was silence... She put the phone down and turned around facing me. The atmosphere turned gloomy, and grandma had round shocked eyes. Finally she broke the silence saying four words... Tears flowed out of my eyes and I fell to my knees. The sentence repeated in my head...'Your parents are... DEAD'

Dear Diary, Day 2
It's been a day since that incident. I changed into my black dress and white socks I stared at the mirror and spaced it as if I was the only one in this small world. I was back into reality when grandma knocked into the door. She helped me tie my hair into a bun and soon after that I was sitting in a car on the passenger seat. I looked out at the loud city as we pass by. We arrived at the cemetery near the back of our town church. I held a bouquet of pure white lilies. I could hear the birds chirp loudly yet silent. We passed by a few tilted black marbles that has been engraved for the dead people that lied below them. We finally stopped where a few people gathered around two new gravestones. There were engravings that said 'Justin Grace' and 'Sophia Park'. I laid the pure white bouquet and suddenly I heard whispers. They said 'What a spoiled girl' or 'If she was only patient they would still be here' or 'This is all HER FAULT'. Suddenly a woman grabbed me by the neck... It was my mother's mother. She shrieked out "YOU, HOW COULD YOU DO SUCH A THING TO MY DAUGHTER YOU DEMON CHILD, CAN'T YOU SEE WHAT YOU'VE CAUSED?! YOUR THE DEMON CHILD THAT THE DEVIL SENT US!!! YOU'RE THE SATAN THAT CAUSED ALL OF US TROUBLE!!!". Soon people yanked her back and my other grandma held me tight. Tears of shock from me dropped to the ground...

Dear Diary, Day 3
I walked in to the gates of my school. I took each step slowly. I could already hear whispers and peoples glare piercing through me. Time flew by and it rain hard during class, but it stopped during lunch everyone took the dry space so eventually I was the only one sitting on the wet concrete. Then out of nowhere orange juice was poured on me and soon food got involved as well. Popcorns, tomatoes, sandwiches were thrown at me. They all said boo or you suck. I could tell the news reached them about the death of my parents. I could tell that no one in this school could know the pain I felt. I even over heard the teachers having a talk about me thinks they should expel me before anything bed happened to them as if I was a black cat giving them misfortune. The next thing I knew was that I became bankrupt, and now me and my grandma lives in an old run down building.

Dear Diary, Day ...
I survived my torture of school so far and when at age 17 my grandmother who lived with me got cancer and it happened during term 1. A man dressed in black handed me a suitcase that was from my parents. This event has happened near by the end of term 1. It's been found out that my parents wanted me to attend to this specific school at this age. So eventually I confirmed that I'll transfer this year for my parents will. The money was from my father which he earned from his work. Tears went down my as I could not thank my dear parents enough. So I had to move to an apartment where I had live by myself. Until it becomes term 2 I rested trying not to care what was happening around me, as tomorrow was finally the first day at my new school.

Dear Diary, D-Day
There'll be a heck of a bumpy ride ahead of me...