Living with a Lie

Chapter 3: Dear Diary

The alarm on my phone is buzzing.

I wake up.

It's 7:30.

Monday.

I slip on my glasses and my whole world comes into focus.

I realise that I fell asleep last night reading my new books. I sit up and put the half open books on my bedside locker.

I slowly get up and slump down the stairs.

"Goodmorning Mom," I croak.

"Hey honey," she smiled, "What do you want for brekkie?"

"I'm not hungry," I yawn.

"Aw chicken, you have to eat something," she insisted.

"I will," I reassure her, "I want a shower first though."

I walk back up the stairs.

"Okay, I'll just pop the kettle on and make some toast!" she called after me.

I shower and wash my long blonde hair. I've been growing it for years. I slop on shampoo and conditioner. Whoever invented 'mornings' is an idiot.

I dry my hair and get dressed, which takes forever, so by the time I'm finished drying my hair and I'm fully clothed, the toast is stale and the kettle is cold.

So, instead of waiting for the kettle to boil, again, I choose the simpler option. Cereal.

I sit down with a bowl of bran flakes and a glass of OJ, and watch the morning news.

Mom walks in.

"I see your finally eating," she says, with one eyebrow raised.

I roll my eyes behind her back.

"Jeez Mom, you make it sound like I'm anorexic," I moan.

"Sorry," she laughs, "Just being a Mom!"

"Oh, by the way, I have a little pressent for you!" she sang, "It's in the hall."

I curiously stalk my way into our small hallway, I may be the most popular girl in school, but our house is a big hunk of- sorry, a small hunk of junk.

There, sitting on the radiator shelf, is a wrapped up book-shaped parcel.

I take the parcel and run upstairs.

That's one thing about me, I hate people looking at me when I open any sort of gift. Because, then, if you don't like the gift, you'll blush and everyone will think you don't appreciate them. You should see me at Christmas.

In my room I close the door. I gently rip off a corner.

It's a diary.

★☆★☆★☆★

At school, Tay runs up to me.

"Hey girl!" she screams cheerily.

"Hey," I shrug.

"Sooo, how was your shopping trip," she asked, like she's totally interested.

"Um, it was, it was good," I say, "But eh, how was your weekend?"

She batted her lashes and blushed.

"Me? Oh, I had to bring my sister to the zoo. It was part of a promise I made to my parents," she sighed.

Bring her sister to the zoo? Does she even have a sister? Apparently so.

★☆★☆★☆★

Garrett texts me.

It read: 'Turn around ♥'

Then, out of nowhere, the newsletter editors snap a pictures of the text message.

"Go away!" I scream annoyed.

Those people are stalkers for a living.

Anyway, I turn around to see what's all the fuss about.

There, on his knees, is Garrett. With flowers in his arms.

"Kacy Waters," he announced, "Will you be my date to the prom?"

I'm speechless.

How romantic is that.

Of course the moment is slightly ruined by the clicking cameras of the newsletter editors. Seriously. They're everywhere.

"Yes!" I scream, and he gets up to kiss me.

After all the rush was over and the cameras stopped, I think to myself. I was pretty sure that Garrett and I were going to prom together anyway. So why did he ask again? Oh well, it was very nice of him all the same.

But how do the newsletter editors always know what's going on?

★☆★☆★☆★

As soon as I get home I run upstairs to my room.

At first I think it's a stupid idea, but in the end I decide to do it.

So, I write my first diary entry.

Dear Diary,
I have so much to say. First of all, I think it's kinda sad for an eighteen year old to be writing in a pink diary.
Ok, let me tell you about myself.
My name is Kacy Waters. I'm eighteen. I live in a small apartment flat with my Mom. My dad- , never mind. At my school, I am the most popular girl there is. Outside of school, it's a bit of a different story. Mom doesn't know about my popularity. And nobody in school knows that I'm a nerd.
Kacy xxx