The Life of Esther Jameson

Chapter One

October 12, 1997

To my dear daughter, this diary is something precious that I am giving to you. You are kicking so hard in my belly as I am writing this. With this diary, I hope you can learn to see all the beautiful things in life and write them down. Never forget how precious your life is. Cherish others, always serve with a good heart. Be kind even when others treat you not. Write about the boy that makes your heart go mad. With this, create something amazing. Use it to remember me.

October 15, 1997

Happy birthday, my wonderful princess. You were born just one hour ago and my love for you is already overflowing.

Right now, it's late at night, or quite early in the morning and all the stars are twinkling in the dark canvas of the sky. Your father and I named you Esther, because you are our star.

You look so peaceful while you sleep, and you look just like your father. I can't wait to get to know and love you even more as you grow up. I love you, my princess.

Welcome to the world.

F i R St D a Y

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September 28, 2006

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October 15, 2010

It's my birthday. I turned 13 and we moved into another house, far away from my friends. I didn't know that I had this diary. I thought it was just one of Daddy's old books so I put it in the trash can. Mom almost cried and she said I wasn't supposed to throw it out. She gave it back to me even though it had a mushed spot of banana on it. It was really gross. I don't know what to write. My life is weird, so I won't write about that. My little sister gets all the attention. My brother doesn't make anything better. He's only 4 but he already knows how to spell and he's learning how to count and add numbers. That makes my life even more boring. I won't write about anything else. Life isn't very exciting right now.

"Class, we have a new student today," said my new math teacher, Ms. Charlie. "Everyone, this is Esther." she introduced, resting a slender hand on my back. All of my new classmates greeted me with a loud, poorly-coordinated "Hello, Esther!" I tried my best to smile at the group of young strangers that were supposed to become my friends, but instead my eye twitched and I awkwardly half-smiled.

"Hi, everyone." I squeaked. My cheeks tingled and I looked down at my shoes, not knowing what to do in this strange place. Ms. Charlie leaned down to my short pitiful height and pat my back.

"You can go sit over there next to Jackson," she whispered in my ear. I nodded and quickly shuffled over to the back left side of the room next to a boy with tousled chocolate-brown hair and blue eyes that reminded me of winter.

I glanced in his direction hesitantly to see that he was staring at me. My eyes almost popped out of my skull and I looked down at my desk. He smirked and tore out a piece of paper from his notebook. After scribbling on it for a minute or two he crumbled it up and tossed it on my desk.