Dear Diary,
It was just another normal Friday to me, another day of hating myself, hating life, hating everything, i guess you could say i like to keep myself to myself.
Oh i forgot to introduce myself, im Layla. Im 17, blondish/ brown hair, blue eyes and average height. I have a group if friends of about 5-6 but i only really like 2 of them, Destiny and Jack. I guess im pretty lucky ti have a guy bestfriend, he looks out for me when the bullies are around, hes a bit like a nerdy Jock really. I wouldmt class myself as being pretty well not compared to the other girls in my year at college they all look like super models, they dont all act it well The Barbies do. Theyre the ones who think theyre popular but really... Well... They are. Because theyre so popular it makes them think they can get any guy, pull off any item of clothing and skip school. Unlike me, ive had the odd one or two boyfriends but in primary school. Ive never had a proper one like in the movies and also im bullied by The Barbies which makes it harder to get a guy, i dont understand how it just is. I dont know why im bullied either, guess people just dont like me.
Like always i woke up at 7:00am, had a shower, got dressed into my favourite baggy jeans, hoodie and sneakers, my favourites. After i got ready upstairs i went downstairs to have some breakfast before leaving to catch the school bus, as i got into the kitchen i saw mu- well she isnt my mum, my mum died when i was little, this lady was my stepmum. Shes lovely, beautiful and warm hearted but i didnt like her, my dad said its just because she isnt my mum- maybe hes right, she isnt my mum but ill still treat her like one, im not disrespectful and Harriet has been there from the start of my life, shes the closest ill ever have to a mum.
After a silent breakfast exchanging a few glances at Harriet and dad i left to catch the bus- just like every morning i saw Brad and his mates hopping into Brad's car. Oh theyre the popular boys at college, i guess theyre good looking but theyre personalities suck, they can sing and could get any girl they wanted but theyre bullies, James Mcvey, Tristan Evans and Connor Ball bully me along with The Barbies, Brad's been my next door neighbour all our lives but we had only spoke about 3 times. were born on the same day. July 12th only an hour apart, creepy huh?
"Want a ride?" A voice called softly from behind me, i spun round and saw my curly haired next door neighbour staring at me
"Ew shes gross no, c'mon mate" The blonde haired boy named Tristan called back in disgust, Brad gave me a 'sorry' look and jumped into his car before driving off, Connor had thrown something out the car as they went past. A water balloon, mature. And oh great- it hit me, nice one.
Ugh here goes another day at the dreadful hell hole known as North East High School, hopefully nothing awful will happen but i wont forget to keep you updated on everything, promise.
~Layla x
[I dont know if im going to keep this or not but got Brad feels so yeah.
Tell me what you think so i know if i should continue or not,
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-Jaina💕 ]
