The Truth

Dare Games

Hi!

My name is Vanessa Anderson. I've always found it strange, how people write in diaries, I just never understood the concept of them! Some argue that they help remind you of old memories, ones worth remembering, but I see it as if you have a memory powerful enough you don't need to write it down because it will stick with you. I myself haven't had anything worth remembering so far in my 17 years of living, well I mean researchers revealed the average teenager can't recall any memories from ages two down and to be honest I doubt anything worth remembering took place in my early toddler years.

If anyone is reading this (Which I highly doubt is possible) you might be wondering why I'm writing a diary seeming as I have mixed feelings about them, well the truth is the school's counselor told me it would help. Before you ask, No, I'm not some student who's been bullied for years and relies on counselors to feel better, I'm completely fine, I don't really even see the need of me going to counseling sessions. My 'Parents' assume that I coop up my emotions and that I can't access the real me. That's what they think, I try my best to ignore them, well ever since last thanksgiving but that's a whole other story.

I'm a Junior at Green Lake High in a small town on the outskirts of California, You could say I'm popular but there's no reason for my popularity, people just like me I guess which is kind of hard to understand because there are so many other girls and guys in my years that look stereo typically popular but my best friend Chloe has been with me since kindergarten. We're inseparable! She's the kind of friend who will drop everything to help you but also laugh if you trip over and after 10 minutes help you up.

I laid my pen down beside the diary and stared at what I had just wrote, my whole body tensed with the level of cringe. There was suddenly a knock on my bedroom door, I quickly shoved the diary into a drawer. "Come In" I shouted bluntly knowing it was my 'mom', Karen.

"Honey dinners on the table" She said, sticking her head in my room.

I mumbled something in return. She looked at me concerned.

"Sweetie, what's wrong? You need to start acting like your old self again, you're worrying your father and I" She stated walking over beside me and taking my hand.

I glared into her eyes, I tried to reveal as much anger and hatred as possible but inside I was busting to laugh. John and Karen, my 'parents' get so concerned and caring when I act like this, they used to not before I found out. Sometimes it's fun to mess around with them, What? They deserve it!

"I can't come down" I mumbled.

"Why not?" She asked worriedly,

"Because..." I began trying to conceal my laughter "I need to curl my hair" I finished, but my voice had gotten so low with me trying not to laugh that my Karen thought I was crying.

"OK Honey, come down when you feel you're ready"

And that was that! She left! I grabbed my phone from my desk and texted Chloe.

Me: Still on for tonight?

Chloe: Totally! Are you able to get out?

Me: Easy! All ready done!

Chloe: Ugh ur so lucky that you can get away with stuff like this now!

Me: I know

I placed my phone on my desk and grabbed my curler. It was a typical Thursday evening, my 'Family' were downstairs eating dinner, and I was up in my room, buy ignoring them. But tonight was different! Tonight I had a plan! I wasn't doing anything illegal, you could call it a dare.