The end of our world

Divorce

Dear diary,
What a foul word it is and what a foul outcome that my brother and I have to face. The worst part is the support people try to give by saying that it is not My fault but we all know it very well is. It is my fault. IT IS MY FAULT!

I slammed the book shut and chucked into my door making a loud bang and the house shaking. I sat and stared at my clock in frustration and confusion. No one cared. If anyone did I wouldn't be alone right know. I'm only sixteen and so is my twin brother. No one cares about me though. I was more of an accident ; purely because I came out 3 hours after him. He's with dad right now. Lucky. Dad's the cool one and by cool I mean the one who keeps promises. That's why I'm alone because mum is 'double booked'

I stumbled across the floor to get my book. I wrote again
It is my fault because I was the one who
I stopped writing as the moving van man knocked on the door. I picked up the last box, by far the most important one, covered it in a blanket and dragged my suitcase along the stiff carpet. "Would you like any help" he said too cheerfully
" no" I glumly dragged myself along. I had no regrets.

I knew moving was bad but if I'm perfectly honest I have seen worse. I have been ignored all my life, I have been given a scholarship in America for a performing arts college that lots of people new I was applying for but no one has been concerned. For all I know I'm being picked up tomorrow and going to the airport.

I really need to stop thinking about all of this it makes me feel sick like when you lie but a big one.