Dear Diary,
Today has been yet again another horrible day. I got beat. I cried. The story of my life. As you know, I am continuing my search for my father. I mean he's gotta be alive somewhere. Unless.......WHAT IF HE IS REALLY DEAD IN THE MIDDLE OF THE OCEAN?!?!? No he can't be. Oh god, I wish I knew. Well I gotta go, my laptop is calling me and so is my dad.
Yours truly, Darcy Styles
I push my diary aside and grab my laptop. I open it up and begin my search. Where did I leave off? Oh yea, searching Australia. My dad has gotta be in Australia, right? Honestly, who knows? I press on the Australia white pages and search for Styles. No one comes up. What was my dad's first name again? I have no idea. I paddle downstairs into my mom's office where she is hard at work.
"Hey mom. Can I ask you something?" I question.
"Uh sure." My mom replys not taking her eyes of her computer screen.
"What was dad's name? I kind of forgot."
"I told you before, it doesn't matter."
"I know. But I still wanna know."
"Not right now honey. I'm busy."
"Its Darcy."
"DARCY JUST GO TO YOUR ROOM NOW!!" My mom screechs. I haven't heard mom yell like that in years.
"You know what mom? You never have time for anyone. Especially me. Maybe that's why dad left." I mutter. She looks up at me with a mix of rage and sadness. Whoops, dad card again.
"Get out. NOW!!" My mother yells.
"FINE I WILL. YOUR THE WORST MOTHER ANYWAYS!!" I scream back and storm out up to my room. I slam the door so hard, I feel the house shake. I lay on my bed and begin to cry. I hate my mother. I hate my dad. I hate my life. I grab my diary, in need of some writing.
Dear Diary,
Mom just yelled at me like I did something wrong. She is the worst parent ever and she doesn't even care. I bet she doesn't even want me. I wanna find dad. I wanna live with him. He's probably living a more glamorous life than the one I'm living. I need a break. I think I'm gonna go down to the music store to clear my head. It always seems to work.
Yours truly, Darcy A. Styles
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