Tuesday 7th January 2013, 23:14
Another day has passed for me, Tiffany Chase. I am growing out my fringe, and I have gotten a new diary from Phillis as a Christmas present. I intend to write in it all year - perhaps I could cross it off my bucket list. I broke this promise Boxing Day 2010, but I should have more to write about after what's happened the past three years.
Normally writing isn't my game. I suck at English - I got a D in our pop test. Painting and drawing is sorta my dig. My art teacher gave me an A+. I put my feelings into my art, not my writing - so forgive me if I seem blunt.
I'll just give it to ya. My mother killed herself - depressing stuff I feel sad writing about. How the hell she found a gun, I'll never know. Her name was Tessa - she had olive skin (of which I inherit - pretty glad about it), and dark brown eyes (I didn't inherit) with matching hair (which I inherit). A year after my mother died, my father remarried after 3 dates with 'gorgeous' Phillis Levine (now Phillis Chase). She has a very fair complexion - blonde Marylin Monroe haircut, sky-blue eyes and lightly tanned skin. She is a busy photographer, and has barely any time to look after me.
My father has got pasty, pale skin (of which I'm pretty glad I didn't inherit), dirty blonde hair and green eyes (eyes of which I did inherit). Well of course, now he's in prison after getting into a knife fight at a bar - there was a death, a car chase, and... egh it got ugly. Anyway he's serving another five years behind bars in a cell shared with some guy who's sentenced for life because he beated his wife and children. Me and Phillis visit him every other week - I wish we could see him more often but c'est la vie.
I said I was a bad writer - at least I haven't broken that promise. But it's back to school soon, the start of a new semester tomorrow. I will get over our lonely Christmas this year, and start fresh, with a clean page for tomorrow (if I do indeed remember to write in the diary tomorrow).
I closed the pink cover of the diary and sighed, placing it with it's pen in my nightstand's draw. After a flutter of my eyelids and the flick of the light switch, I fell back onto my feathered cushion.
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The Heart's Song
Teen Fiction❝Tiffany Chase hasn't had an easy life, no family, no one to care for her, or for her to care for in return. Her mother killed herself, her dad's in prison, and despite her best intentions, her step-mother always has her head in her job! Art helps h...
