Girl meets twins

On September 22nd, I began to write a diary, a diary which whom I only share my feelings with. The diary that holds my deepest thought. The book of which contains the secrets of other and the feelings of many. I’ve lost many friends and gain none. I began to feel self-insecure of who I am as a person and whom that person was staring back at from my own reflection. I Amber, 18 years of age, write this diary to express the things I cannot say.

Chapter One

It was a cold summer evening in Australia. I was dressed in my usual jeans and t-shirt as I sat absent-mindedly by the window of my bedroom. Staring out into space I hear a repetitive echo of someone calling my name. ‘Amber, Amber’, my mother repeated multiple times. ‘Yes mother’, I answered obediently. ‘Please come down here for a minute, I have some exciting news I want to tell you’. I got up straight away, curious to what this news was about. I came into the kitchen area seeing my mother face, beaming with excitement. ‘Amber guess what?’ she asked with such joy in her tone. ‘I don’t know mum, what is it?’ ‘Well remember your aunt Rebecca from when you were little?’ ‘Yeah…?’ ‘Well she invited you and I to stay over her home for this summer holiday’. I began to question myself of who this lady was. My memory was worst than a goldfish as I eagerly tried to remember. My mother caught on, as she knew I was confused. ‘Aunt Becca?’ She repeated herself, thinking it would help my memory. ‘Jack and Finn’s mother?’ JACK! Argh, now I remember. You see I’ve known the Harries twin since birth and lets just say Jack and I never really got along that well. ‘Arghhh why do we have to go?’ ‘Because you love that family and you would be able to see Jack and Finn again’ ‘But mum, I’m honestly not keen on going. I was thinking of staying in Sydney and maybe finding a job of the next 3 months or so’. My mother stared at me with such amusement in her face. ‘Pff as if I’m allowing you to say home alone, your coming whether you like it or not’. I sighed with exaggeration not bothered to fight over this situation, as I knew she always gets her way. ‘Fine whatever, when we leaving?’ ‘Tomorrow!’  ‘WHAT! And you tell me this now. I don’t have enough time to pack’. I snapped as the anger