A Notebook From Hell

Chapter 1- Bad Luck

Author’s Note:

Hey everyone! I’ve made a few changes to the story to improve the writing style and give the characters a bit more depth and cynicism. The core plot remains the same, but you might notice a sharper tone and some tweaks to the dialogue and pacing. I hope you enjoy the updated version, and as always, feel free to share your thoughts!

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Her life was a nightmare.

She hated everyone around her. Honestly, who wouldn’t? They were all scum, the kind you just want to punch in the face. Right, because they were idiots—social idiots who thought the world revolved around them. She couldn’t stand it anymore.

The bell rang. Finally.
Time to escape from the creatures. Oh, wait, did I mention? These "creatures" were her class. Or, more accurately, her whole school.

She pushed through the door, hurrying as fast as she could.
Walking through the crowded corridors, as usual, it triggered bad memories. Probably the only kind she had from this place. She thought about the rest of the day. Sadly, it wasn’t going to get any better.

She got on the bus, sat down quietly, and stared at random strangers. Then, finally, she got home. Of course, it was horrible as always.

“Emma!” Her mother’s voice hit her the second she stepped inside.
“Why didn’t you clean your room?”
“Good afternoon,” Emma replied instead.

That was her life. No appreciation, no consideration. Just yelling and anger. She was used to it and didn’t even bother arguing anymore.

She walked to her room and started cleaning. A few minutes later, it was sparkling like some overdone commercial. Just to be sure, she checked the rest of the house, too. Spotless.

Okay, now I can eat in peace, she thought. But of course, her life just had to keep proving how tough it could be.

As she sat down for lunch, her two younger brothers were in the middle of their daily brawl.
“Hey, can you guys be quiet? Or at least go fight somewhere else?” she asked, exhausted. What was she thinking? Of course, they wouldn’t listen. Instead, they did exactly what her bad luck would expect them to do.

“Mom! Emma’s yelling at Jimmy and me,” the older one whined.
“Yeah, she won’t even let us play!” Jimmy added, throwing in some fake tears for good measure.

Wow, they hate me so much, they’d rather team up just to get me in trouble. How adorable, Emma thought miserably.

The rest of the day was a blur of staring at the wall, wondering how she ended up with a life like this. At least she had Dad. A dad who didn’t hate her—who actually loved her. But of course, her bad luck ruined that, too. And she was right. Just last week, her dad had died in a car accident.

Now she was completely alone. Fantastic.