Story of my life Diary

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So this is kind of my diary! First of all my name is Laura I'm 14 years old and lives in Denmark! So I'm kinda crazy but I think that you will see it yourself. I will just start this by saying some things about myself! Here you go:

As I already told my name is Laura I live in Denmark with my mom, dad and my sister Ida. So ya I'm pretty smart when you first think about it but if you just meet me I'm sure you will think that I'm stupid as a door, but I'm not! In school I have the best teachers on earth so that helps me a lot! My best friends is my class mate Olivia she's a model so that always make me think that I not beautiful, but of course I'm happy for her.

So I love a lot of things so here's just a few things, I love my friends, I love my family, I love music, I love food and last I love to travel, I think that the most relaxing thing EVER would be to travel, I have been at Tenerife twice, Egypt twice and the Gambia once and then I'm going to Madeira this winter. But I think that I just should start.

So my day starts at 6:30 am here I wake up runs downstairs where I eat breakfast. I drive to school at my bike in my class we are 19 students 6 girls and 13 boys. My first problem is that I think that I have an awesome class at least the half of the year. The problem is called Lukas, he is the most stupid, ugliest and annoying person on earth, he is also the reason that I'm writing all this, course when I'm writing all this I can relax and I can say thinks without him knowing. As I said before I'm good in school the most of the time, I have a dirty mouth and because of my super cool teacher Brian, I can yell and and tell a lot of stupid/funny things and the entire class can laugh about it without Brian is getting mad. But those days where I'm really happy is the days Lukas isn't there and as soon Lukas in school I'm just sad but still smiling and laughing. Last month here in November my class went to Denmark's capital Copenhagen on a small trip. At our way home we walked behind some old people and Lukas just yelled and screamed REALLY LOUD and as sweet I am, I asked him to be quiet, but he was just ignoring me, so I asked him to shut the fuck up and then he called me a bitch and that's the moment I just wanted to kill him but instead I just told him that nobody likes him which is true, I also told him that I never liked him and you know I just spit it all out. So later at the train station he came up to me and said "I'm sorry about the things I said earlier" I looked at him and then I said "but I'm not" and walked into the train. A lot of you guys reading this would maybe say that I should accept his apology but I didn't, I could see that he didn't mean it and I know that he doesn't like me either, so why lie? But since that month I had been through a lot of things but I'm still smiling. When he's in school he is always looking at me like he is trying to find out how he can kill me, when does it I always smiling to myself. The entire idea that he thinks he can let me down by looking at me, I thinks it's funny most of all because he doesn't known that I'm stronger than I look like, physical and psychological. But I have also been crying not because of Lukas way to be but because I don't want him to think I'm weak or that I'm scared. Yep that's why I have been crying maybe some of you won't believe me but that's the truth, I hate to give up, I'm not afraid of Lukas I'm afraid that I will loose myself that I'm going to start my life over, back to the little Laura there was bullied because she couldn't say no. I'm afraid that I will loose control over my own body because of an asshole that thinks I'm weak!

Thank you so much for reading my little November/December diary I will maybe make a new one next month. But please if you have some questions I will love answering them in a new text!

Love Laura

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⏰ Last updated: Dec 21, 2013 ⏰

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