Destiny: Diary of a 15 Year Old Psycho

Adam and Self-Confidence

I saw my phone vibrate in the corner of my eye. I never got texts, mainly because I was so shy at school, so I wouldn't approach anyone. Well, I did have one friend, his name was Adam and he had moved to Chester last April. He had come from Canada because his Mum got a job here with much better pay and since his Dad ran off with another woman, they decided they needed a change. I was so glad that I finally made a friend. We were both shy and awkward, but we could tell each other anything.

'Hey Destiny, why weren't you at the mall like we arranged? I saw Ethel and she forced me to eat lunch with her! She kept asking why I had a weird accent, ARGHH x'

Ethel was one of those girls that wore twelve layers of makeup and black eyebrows, which deeply contrasted with her bleach blonde hair, she kept trying to steal Adam from me, because all of her other 'friends' would ditch her, and she thought Adam was hot. She tried to hide it, but whenever she was around him, she would blush tremendously and her crooked teeth would start to chatter. Adam always found it really awkward around her, because she kept trying to touch his sandy blonde hair, with her chubby little fingers.

I texted back 'Sorry had a hospital appointment, tell you about it later x' I should have probably told him then and there, oh well. Dad walked into my room with a worried look on his face "The doctor phoned and he said that you needed psychotherapy, I'm not too sure what that it is, but you have to have it every week." There was a sudden paused that felt like forever. Dad stared at me sympathetically and continued "Honey I am so sorry, that this had to happen to you, I'd much rather it was me." This was all too real now. Dad looked at me and hugged me extremely tightly, as if he was never going to let go. Dad's chest was warm and soft. I rubbed his jacket and felt the smooth leather slip against my hand. I looked up at Dad and he kissed me on the forehead and left my room.

To be honest I was not that pretty. I mean, I had big blue eyes and long curly black eyelashes, but these were the only features I actually liked about my face. I had a small button nose and pink, rounded lips. My thick chocolatey hair was weighed down, having no volume or texture. All girls say that having a thigh gap is a 'good thing' but they have never been bullied for looking like a stick insect, they have never had to look in the mirror and be ashamed of their appearance, girls in my year all had lovely curves and could do makeup really well, I could barely apply bronzer without looking like I had been punched in the face. My problem was, I was too self critical, but I couldn't help it. There was always somebody that was better than me, what was even the point in trying anymore.