Dear no-one

Chapter 1

Dear no-one,

What a way to start, right?

I have started writing diaries many many times through the last seventeen years ( okay I am probably exaggerating, but the point is the same.... I have been writing diaries since I can remember myself) and the result was always the same; never finishing them! Do not ask me why though, because I am afraid that I do not have to offer you a satisfactory answer.

However, now, at my last year of college, where you are supposed to be full of excitement and have your future planned ahead and everything as you have dreamt of to stand in front of you... I feel exactly the opposite!

My mind is full of fears... full of questions... full of confusion! I am a seventeen year old girl who dreams of becoming a badass human rights barrister in order to do something for the people that need my help. But the serious question that scares me is "Will I be able to do that?".

I am just a seventeen years old girl, who wants to be a change agent and in order to do that I guess that I need to go over my fears because in the end; brave is not the one who does not have fears, brave is the one that has fears and tries to overcome them!

So, I guess dear no-one that I will keep writing to you until my fears come to an end (and hopefully finish for the first time a diary),

Lots of love,

K xxx

By writing my initial letter of my name, I finished my first entry of my brown leather eighteen century type diary and then I placed it carefully under my pink soft bed pillow.

" K are you ready? Malcolm is here and you haven't had breakfast yet! Hurry up sweetheart!" and this was the beloved voice of my mom, who tried to remind me that I need to come back to reality. Today, is my first day of college as a Year 13 student... finally! A year full of stress and studying is starting today... yay!

"Yes... Katriane the Great is coming mama!" I screamed from my bedroom. Even my name is unusual! Me and my family moved from France two years ago (hence the French name) but my parents choose to spell my name with K instead of C, thats why my nickname is K! However, I need to admit that it is better having a weird name, rather an ordinary! Weirdness is a side effect of being awesome in the end... or at least this is what I think.

"Sophie... can you grab me Luna please?" I told my sister while entering the room with Edmund. Let me first explain two basic things to you; all of my electronic applications have a name, so Luna is my laptop and Edmund is my super cool Ferrari wheelchair!

" Here you go mon amour!" said my sister while I was eating as fast as possible a horrible piece of cake that my mom Katriane (we have the same name... weird right?) bought yesterday from Tesco. If there was a crime of awful food... United Kingdom would be in the top ten worst criminals!

After finishing my "yummy" breakfast, I grabbed my school bag and my phone, placed them on my knees, kissed my mom and went off the house to find Malcolm, my driver, who was patiently waiting for me for one more time.

The ride to the Greenhill College takes approximately forty- five minutes, if you are lucky enough not to stuck into the horrible morning traffic at A3. Although, I need to admit that those three quarters of an hour are the best of the day. I suppose that I enjoy them because as you go past cars in the main road, as you see parents taking their children to school or even as you see the nature around you, you have the opportunity to see that you are part of something bigger... something greater that makes everything of your actions have an effect on other people!

"Darling, we arrived!" said Malcolm kindly. Malcolm is the driver that my mother's company is paying to drive me everyday to college. He is a red haired man born and raised in Scotland with a really distinct accent that makes me laugh every single time, even though I now know him for almost two years. What makes him really interesting and funny is that he is dressed in leather jeans, colourful shirts and bandanas, but he is obsessed with classical music and that is why I have to listen to Clair de Lune by Debussy every single morning. I am pretty sure that if I was willing to spend some time practicing my piano skills, I would play that piece of music as good as the French romanticist pianist.

"Merci M! See you at 14:45!" I told him while I was driving Edmund through the wheelchair car ramp.

" See you then and I've got something for you!" he replied

"Haha what?" I asked

"I bought Chopin's full music collection! You will have a wonderful time getting back home!" he said with excitement in his face

"You can not imagine how much I look forward to it! Bye" I said and I tried not to sound too sarcastic

Greenhill College is one of the biggest colleges across Surrey and in the top twenty- five best colleges across England. How do I know this? It was a piece of information that I had to hear every single time again and again in my Year 12 assemblies. I can understand why the half people at the Hall were actually sleeping while the presentations were taking place. But nonetheless, it is a great college. To be honest, to me it looks something like Hogwarts. A small society where every single student is able to achieve its full potential and try new things. In my case for example, I had enrolled for Further Maths, Physics and Chemistry and then when I understood that those subjects were not ideal for me, I had the opportunity to change to Law, Philosophy, Psychology and Politics and now I actually thrive at them. This is what I like about it; it is how society should be!

While I was driving to the corridors in order to go to my first lesson (Philosophy Pre- U), I was carefully watching the new students trying to find their way into college and the interesting looks that they were giving to me because of Edmund.

"Watch out!!!" I screamed when a dark haired tall boy who was texting at his phone, fell over me and as a result my books were now on the floor, including my precious Luna!

When he understood what was going on he looked me in the eyes. His eyes were as black as a crow but I could not see any signs of remorse or at least kindness.

"And now is the time when you say sorry and you hand me my books back!" I told him

"Sorry? For what?" he asked with surprise

" For falling over me and for making my books fell on the floor!" I said with surprise... was he that stupid that he could not understand that this was his mistake?

" I am not planning to apologise for anything, because simple it was not my fault! But as I am aware of your condition, I can be kind and grab your books." he told me while he was giving my books back.

When I got my books back on my knees, I turned my eyes on him and said " My name is Katriane Emilie Nouveau and I am going to be a badass lawyer, so I don't think that I need any help from someone like you who treats people based on what he sees. I would also advice you to register for Social Skills classes because you clearly lack them! See you later!" I told him while I threw the books on the floor again. The rude boy gave me a half smile and walked past me!

"Hey K! What happened?" my friend Libra said as she saw me speaking to the boy.

"Nothing! Can you just pass me my books please because we are late for Philosophy?" I asked her! What a nice way to start you day...

"Yes sure! Here!" she told me and we started walking, or wheeling in my case, to the classroom.

When my best friend opened the door, I came across something that totally made me believe that nothing is a coincidence!