Hazel's Lost Diary

One

Kate's p.o.v

It's last summer morning, I'm not ready but forced to go and visit London and my Aunt living there. Aunt Sofi is a middle-age woman who has two year old adorable son named James. He's very cute, he's just like a small brother, I always wanted. He calls me Kattey.

Aunt Sofi got divorced when James was only two months old, she struggled a lot. She started with many part-time jobs and now she owns a very famous beauty salon.

To let my Aunt Sofi know about the sudden plan of arriving to London in less than 5 or 6 hours, I called her.

"Hey Aunt, It's me Kate speaking, I've a good news for you. I'll be soon there at the Airport." I told her.

"Oh please Kate, stop kidding! I can't believe you after the prank you did last time." Aunt Sofi replied.

I giggled. "Huh... I'm not kidding, I'm serious this time. Dad wanted me to visit you cause it's been a while since I've visited you and look, I'm ready. I'll arrive at 9pm so be there!" I explained.

"That's surprising dear, great! Anyways I'll be right there waiting for you. Have a safe journey, bye, take care." Aunt said, excitedly.

"Okay, you too! Bye." I answered.

I neither wanted to hurt my dad nor my aunt but, at the same time I didn't want to go because I had a very important audition tomorrow at Pixe's studio. But to me, my family is everything! I can give up a stupid audition just to make them happy because it's all because of them that I'm living this life with joy.

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Hazel's p.o.v

It's my 19th birthday. My parents are busy with their work so they planned to send me to London but I wanted to go to Paris because there is a new channel bag released and I want it so badly. Though my mom promised that she will give me that bag as soon as I come back but I wanted the first bag released.

I think my parents don't love me as much as I think because they aren't sending me to London to have fun and enjoy my birthday, instead they are sending me there to take auditions of teenage girls. I hated listening to their scratchy voices, I felt like ripping my hair out of my head. I HATE THEM!

My mom had already packed my luggage so without wasting time I just took my diary, which I had kept in my secret locker hidden behind my wardrobe and started writing.

21st March, 2017
I refuse to accept other people's ideas of happiness for me. As if there's a 'one size fits all' standard for happiness.

I really want my parents to realize my feelings. I never wanted to judge girls singing and on top of that the girls I judge act so high and mighty while they aren't even aware of how awful their voices are. I wish that my parents understand.

Huh, anyways, now I'm going to visit London and spoil my 19th birthday!! Isn't it really cool to spoil your own birthday and take auditions of the girls who even don't know how an actress should dress?
Here I go.
Love,
H.