I sighed as I checked my Facebook account on my phone. No messages, no pokes, no notifications, no comments, no friend requests. Home was boring. It was a Saturday afternoon and all I’d done all day was wash clothes and do dishes. Just as I thought my day couldn’t get any worse, Sam showed up. He looked kinda sad when I opened the door.
Sam was a boy who lived three houses away from mine. He was roundish and very tall. He was the kinda guy who yelled out random things in the middle of conversations. You would think he was fun, from his look of highlighted hair, but there was much less to him. He was addicted to football and sardines. His addiction to sardines still amazed me after 7 years of knowing him. He could gulp down 5 sardines in under 2 minutes and still have room left for my famous curry rice which I hated making.
I let him in, and he went straight up the stairs into my room, much to my dismay. The first time he’d come over, I told him to make himself at home, and he’d taken it quite literally. He was always going up to my room, touching my stuff and trying on my shoes. Well, at least trying to…
He had a thing for girl shoes. He had told me he liked wearing them cuz they were comfy, but I thought otherwise. He would take his mums shoes and wear them in between classes. It was really weird.
I ran upstairs after him. There he was, in my room, opening my diary. I ran to him, snatched it and gave him a shove on his tummy.
“Quit it!”, he yelled
“Don’t ever touch my diary ever again!”, I yelled back
“Fine! I’m gone! SYWISY”, he said grudgingly
“Yeah, bye!”, I replied, and let him out.
I went back upstairs and returned my diary to its secret hiding place; in my pillowcase. Well, it wasn’t so secret anymore.
I went downstairs and turned on the TV. Phineas and Ferb was on. “What are you up to this time?”, I asked the TV. After 30 minutes of watching TV, my evil sister came home.
Leslie, my evil sis was 3 years older than me. She was 17 and I was 13, turning 14 that December. I called her my evil sis because she never felt guilt. You could show her the saddest face in the world and all she’d say was, “Do you have any chips to go with that? She was really selfish and would eat all the food in the house if you let her.
She’d been like that ever since my dad and mum got divorced. I was very sad when that happened, and had been trying to get them back together, but it all came to nothing.
She came over to the couch and sat next to me. I got up straightway and went upstairs to my room. I locked my door and retrieved my diary from its not-so-secret-anymore hiding place. I opened it. My heart missed a beat. The first 5 pink pages were gone. I suspected that Sam had taken it. Of course he’d taken it; I’d written on those pages that I thought Sam was weird and I wished he wouldn’t hang out with me in school.
I picked up my phone and rang him up. He didn’t pick up. I tried 4 more times and texted him, but he didn’t reply. I gave up and lay flat on my bed. I fell asleep. I awakened to the sound of my mother’s voice and her pounding on my door.
“I thought I told you never to lock your door when you’re in there”, she screeched
“I was just about to open it”, I screeched back. I crawled out of my bed and opened the door. My mum stomped in.
“What were you doing in here with the door locked?”, she probed suspiciously.
“Wtf do you mean?”, I thought. “This is ‘my’ room where ‘my’ stuff is where ‘I’ keep all ‘my’ things. What the hell do you think I was doing?”
“Hello? Bea? You better answer me when I’m talking to you”, she snapped into my thoughts.
“Sorry, mum. I was just lying down. My head hurts”, I lied, trying to get out of making dinner, since I knew that was the reason she came up to my room.
“I hope you’re not just saying that to get out of making dinner”, she assumed. “Caught red-handed”, I thought.
“NO, it really hurts”, I lied again. She took some medicine out of her purse and handed the pills to me. “Here, drink this”, she said. “At least you’ll be able to cut the veggies.
I frowned. “She’s just like my sister”, I thought; “they both care about food and nothing else.
I took the pills and when she had gone, threw them under my bed. I climbed down the stairs. On my way I bumped into my evil sister.
“Why in such a hurry, loser; Lose a friend?”, she asked
“None of your business”, I replied, and then realized what she’d said. “What do you mean ‘lose a friend?’”, I asked.
“Nothing”, she shrieked, grinned, and ran up to her room. I mused over what she’d said. I wondered if she had anything to do with the missing pages in my diary.
“Bea! Please come downstairs”, my mum shouted from the hall. I brushed thoughts about my diary away and continued downstairs, into the hall.
What I saw when I went into the hall surprised the hell out of me. I was wordless.
“Mum, what’s going on?”, I asked, overwhelmed by the image I was seeing…
So, readers, this is my first real story I’ve really worked on. What do you think?? Please comment if you want more or vote if you really like. I do hope you really like, of course. Pictures of characters may come later in the story. . I am soo exited. Well, goodbye then. Oh wait, one more thing: I TOTALLY LOVE ONE DIRECTION. And coldplay. Just had to get that out. Goodbye for real!!!
