Dear Diary
This is probably the only entry I'll ever have in this book. Haha, sorry. I'm a tad bit on edge right. I don't even know how to put my life in words right now. But I'll try. So, if anyone ever finds this book because I, Layla Adams, was found dead, you will know why.
Firstly, Zayn didn't kill me.
This city is all hyped on EVERY murder being Zayns fault. Oh look! A cat is laying dead in the road? Zayn knocked it. Is that a dead homeless guy? Zayn starved him. Do I see a broken park bench? Zayn DEFINITELY used a hammer. You british folk need to get yo damn ass facts straight up!
Secondly, I'm not South African anymore.
Yeah, English people tend to think the worst of South Africans. Well, reality check! We're just as modernized as you are. If not more, because we sure as hell WELCOME our tourist. Which is more than I can say for you guys.
Thirdly, Aisha didn't die that night.
Okay, so maybe by time you read this, Aisha will be dead. Well, technically, she DID die that night. Spiritually and physically. But something came back in the form of her. I know Aisha. Sure, she was stuck up and snobby and I always avoided her at family gatherings but she wouldn't murder people the way this Aisha-look-a-like has been! I mean, she had her humanity. Which leads to my next idea. Maybe when she died, her humanity died with her. All that remained was her anger and rage and her love for her family. I shared this with Zayn and he seems to think its a reasonable thesis.
Ha! I used the word 'thesis' don't I sound smart?
Summary about the past few months:
• Moved to Bradford.
• Treated like an outsider.
• Intrigued by mysterious boy.
• Made a discovery about mysterious boy.
• Made a friend.
• Discovered more about mysterious boy.
• Only friend...dies.
• Dead cousin shows up.
• Dead cousin turns into sadistic bitch.
• Working with mysterious boy.
• Scared out of my damn mind!
• Found a solution.
• Requires something terrible.
• Could result in another death.
• Secretly hoping it isn't mysterious boy.
• Prays a hell of a lot more.
Aaaaaannnnndddddd that's sums up my entire first, last and only diary entry. For my goodbyes in case I DO end up being the one that dies...
To Mom
I love you! I'm the one that set your persian rug on fire 4 years ago. Aminah took the blame because I paid her R200. Also, remember when I joked and said Goldie drowned and you were really pissed because I lied about our fish drowning? Goldie REALLY drowned. Bye mommy!
To Dad
I had a boyfriend.
To Aminah
Touch my stuff and I'll haunt you. Legit threat.
Also, I need to admit something to you and to myself.
I'm in love with Zayn Malik!!
-Layla
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[AuthorsNote]
No excuse will ever make up for not updating last week! :( so sorry!! But don't worry!! Exams are FINALLY over and that means action packed, fun-filled mother freaking chapters:D **random dancing**
Please keep doing what you do best!!!
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