Diary of Charlotte Smith (on hold until it gets readers)

entry 1

Monday, May 1st, The Mansion, 6:12 am

 So, this is my very first diary. What I don’t really get is if I’m supposed to talk to myself or to the diary. Who knows, maybe I’ll be famous, and people would die for this diary. Isn’t that ridiculous? You know, for people to fight over something that a famous person touched? How is it that just because the person was on TV, that they are special? I live in a mansion, like the celebrities do, but I’m nowhere near famous.

It’s sad. Really, it is. And don’t get me wrong. I’m only creating this diary for my own benefit. Oh, wait, did that sound wrong? What I mean is that I can’t hold in my feelings so well. One time, in First Grade, I burst out with insults to this mean girl in my class. Yeah, it was bad.

In fact, so bad, that my parents had to come to a conference with the teacher and the principal. It was humiliating!

And there’s more. My parents argued that night- for whole night. I’ve got to tell you, it was really scary. I hid in my closet the whole time.

They ended up getting a divorce. Now I live with my mom, and my dad married another woman named Shelly.

My mom won’t find another man because she doesn’t want to make me feel bad about their divorce.

I honestly wouldn’t be offended. She needs to move on. For goodness sake, I live in a mansion. How could I not feel good? I feel fantastic. I just want Mom to be happy.

I don’t want her to be mad and depressed because of me. I want another loving dad to be honest. My real dad doesn’t appreciate me now. He thinks I’m the one to blame for his and Mom’s divorce, which I am responsible for, but he hates me for it. I don’t blame my parents. I blame my retarded young-self for blurting out insults in front of the whole class.

I’m a horrible person. I don’t know how people can stand being with me. I cause so much trouble with my stupid big mouth.

So now do you see why I need a diary? I just need to cage my feelings in a notebook so that nothing else bad happens.

So, I guess I should tell my future-self about myself. That sounds crazy, I know, but that’s what you do in diaries, right?

Whatever, I don’t care. I’ll run this diary however I want.  I’m sixteen and I live in Manhattan, New York. A dangerous combination, I know, but the only thing that’s dangerous about me is my mouth and the words that come out.

I go to Brontide High School. It’s a public school. My two best friends there are Sophia Miller and Nikki Johnson. They’re both fantastic and supportive, and it’s a miracle that they have stayed as my friends for so long.

 No, I don’t have a crush yet. In fact, I’ve never had a crush in my whole life. Boys have always been annoying to me. They always tease me and poke me, so you can see why I don’t find them so appealing. Nikki, being the romantic one, always says that if boys tease you, they like you. If only it worked that way. Then every boy in the world would like me, or at least every boy I’ve ever met.

Tomorrow is the pep rally for the Monsoon Basketball team at school. I’m so not going. Nikki and Sophia won’t stop bothering me about it. They’re like, “You’ll meet a lot of cute boys!” and, “Come on! Show some spirit, grouchy-pants!”

Ha, like all that will make me go to the stupid basketball pep rally. Those boys have those cheerleaders. They don’t need an annoying girl like me to spoil their fun.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go eat breakfast so I can go to school.

NOTES: I hope the wattpad community enjoys my story! There's more and more to come! Tell me how i did! I would appreciate the feedback! :-)

ALSO: During all of my writing, there is no proofreading done. Just thought you would want to know when you see something misspelled.