Just Another Love Story

Welcome To Hell

//This is my first story..dont hate . //
Enjoy!

Dear diary
My name is Becca Jones , im 15 years old and have long light brown hair and emerald green eyes , complimented by rosy cheeks I go to St Whites high school with my best friends Mason and Juliette. Mason has brown hair , light freckles , ocean blue eyes and plump red lips and a button nose . Juliette has black wavy hair , blue / green eyes and freckles.  I used to have more friends but they stabbed me in the back years ago. Anyway , youre not here to listen to my stories on fake friends. Lets get on with this.
Ever since I can Remember, Mason and I have been best friends, but that's only because mine and his mum are close friends. I walk to school with him every morning  and walk back with him every afternoon, sadly. But... Im not going to lie, Mason is super hot and has at least half of the girls in my year drooling over him. I really dont understand how he can be Best Friends with someone like me, I mean im no super model that cakes their face with make up , but im not that ugly..... I think?  The only true girl friend I've ever had is Juliette , mainly because all the other girls despise me for being so close with Mason. Oh , and I forgot to mention my dad left my mum and I when I was born.. Yep , Thats right , he held me once and ran away forever... What an amazing dad , am I right ?!   So , the only male figure i had in my life was my grandad, who was the best man in the whole world and I would give anything to see him for just one day ... Or just one minute. Yep , he bailed on me and passed away , leaving me in this horrible world to fend for myself.. And I never even got to say goodbye to the greatest man that ever lived. He would take me places and show me the true beauty of nature and how many things you receive from being kind and compassionate. He would make me cheese on toast and read me bed time stories and look after me , my brother and my two sisters while my mum was busy working hard to put dinner on the table and a roof over our heads. I was only 5 when he sadly passed , so I had no real understanding of death. But all I know is I would be so much happier if he was here by my side. But no, im stuck with Mason ! Well , I guess he's not that bad . Hes just annoying and we both get angry super easy , but i can hide my anger better than him.

"Okay , so are you gonna stop writing in your stupid diary all ready ? Im bored and the bells about to ring." Mason rudely interrupted.
"Oh , right , yeah. Lets go." I replied .
I shoved the diary in my bag and ran after Mason to find out what lesson we have .
"HEY !!! Mason , wait ! I have little legs." I shouted
He turned around and looked at me in disgust , I finally caught up and we started walking to class . As soon as we stepped into English , Mason turned to me and whispered "welcome to hell."
/after class/
"Hey , so do you wanna hang out after school today ? " Mason asked .
"If I have to." I replied.
"Well , yes. You have to . I have to practise my lines for drama and im sure you do to." 
"Okay , okay. Ill come."