Hello loves I'm Diana, Diana Viola. I am just like every other seventeen year old girl. I have insecurities, secrets. Some so bad you'll run off if I tell you.
"Diana! Dinner is Done!" I mentally groaned and hopped off my bed. I walked out if my room and down the stairs. I walked into the kitchen greeted by entire family. My mom, dad, older brother, and baby brother.
"What's for dinner?" I asked my older brother Craiton, answered. "Spaghetti and meatballs." I nodded and walked over to the table and sat down. mom brought the food and put it on the table. They all sat down my dad said grace and then everyone dug in. but me.
"Mom I'm not hungry," I said. "Sweetie you skipped breakfast and lunch please eat dinner." I sighed and nodded. I took two meatballs and put them on my plate.
I nibbled at them while everyone else stuffed their face. After everyone was finished I excused myself from the table and ran to my room. I ran into my bathroom and threw open the toilet seat.
I stuck two fingers down my throat and then pulled them out. When I felt the vomit coming up I hunched over the toilet and pulled my hair out of the way. When I was done I flushed the toilet and brushed my teeth.
I sat on the ground and cried. Cried like Niagra falls was flowing from my eyes. After about an hour of crying my tears finally stopped.
I got off the ground and looked at myself in the mirror. A monster stared back at me. My hair looked like a rats nest, my eyes were blood shot, and my cheeks had my mascara on them.
I walked into my room and grabbed my phone off my side table. I had five missed calls from an unknown number. I unlocked my phone and called the number back.
"Hello?" The other person said.
"Hi um you called my phone number earlier and I just wondered if I could help you?" I said.
"Oh no sorry about that I was bored and wanted to talk to someone."
"Oh ok. Well I'll talk." I said
"Ok. I'm Niall," he said.
"I'm Diana," I said.
"Cool I'm nineteen what about you?" he said/asked.
"I'm nineteen too!" I said.
"Where do you live?" he asked.
"London, England." I said
"Awesome! Me to!" he squealed like a fan girl. "Hey wanna meet up at Starbucks tomorrow?" he asked.
"Sure! what time?" I said/asked.
"How about two thirty?" he asked
"Sure! see you then, bye" and with that I hung up.
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Diana
FanfictionHello my name is Diana, I'm seventeen years old. There is a story I want to tell you. But I don't have enough time. I have something to do.
