Dear Diary

CHAPTER 1.

"Dear Diary,
A blood stain turns grey after you wash it severally. I know this because I've been trying to get this stain off my shirt. I told her not to move a lot so that she doesn't make me angry...and also so as not to make a mess, but she didn't listen. So i bashed her skull in. I feel bad about it now, but i can't change anything about it. "

"Honey! What is it that's taking you so long! Is folding your shirts such a hard task to accomplish these days !" Yelled Audrey, amidst giggles, from the front door, a box labelled 'work stuff' in her hand.

Her fiery red hair swayed in the slow breeze that was blowing outside. She had grey eyes, with a gaze that could look into your soul, and that was what had her husband hooked to her. Her thin lips were curved in a half smile,looking around the house. What was once a home to them was now nothing but empty halls and echo filled rooms which looked bigger now than they did when they lived there. She didn't want to move out but they had to.

From in the house, a rush of footsteps could be heard, loud and heavy running down the noisy staircase.

"I'm coming! I'm coming! Sheesh! You don't have to hurry us up. We know we're moving." Said Eugene, a tall bulky man, probably 6'1",wavy black hair combed back to reveal a receding hairline with strands of grey hair. His almond eyes oozed of fatigue and sleep deprivation evident from the bags under his eye and the slouch in his walk. He walked up to his wife and stood beside her, arm on her shoulder with a suitcase in the other hand. Standing side by side, Audrey seemed short, reaching only as high as Eugene's shoulder.

"Where's Layla?" Asked Audrey.

"I have no clue. LAYLA!!! Come down here, we're about to leave! " Shouted Eugene up the staircase

"I don't wanna go! Leave me behind! " Came the reply, barely audible.

"Come down this instant or I'm gonna have to come get you, young lady! "

"Fine! " Whined Layla, shuffling her feet as she slowly made her way down the stairs to meet her parents at the doorway.

She had her father's height and her mother's piercing grey eyes. Black hair that she kept trimmed to shoulder length and always had bundled up under a beanie. Her eyes bore the same fatigued look as her father, eye bags sorely sticking out on her pale skin like blotches of ink on a white canvas.

"Don't worry sweety. You'll be fine. You're going to make new friends." said Audrey trying to comfort her.

"Easy for you to say. " Hissed Layla as she made her way past them towards the car, slamming the door shut behind her sitting in the back seat getting lost in her own imaginary world.

Soon the sound of the engine drowned out her thoughts as they started driving away from the house following the moving truck ahead of them.

"I'll miss this place. Such a lovely home. I hope our new home will be as lovely as this. "Sighed Audrey looking back at the house from the rear view mirror as they drove away.

"Hey Freak! What you having for lunch?! You sneak some razor blades in your pack?!" Shouted a jock from the other end of the dining hall.

Layla stared at her food on the table, trying her very best to ignore the rambling from the jock. She sat alone, at the table farthest from the others. It was her second week at Midridge High and she already hated everyone. Day after day it was nothing but taunting, right from her first day in class. The class teacher had made her stand at the front of the class when she came there and she didn't like that much.

"Class! I want to introduce a new member of our class. Class, this is Layla Hannigan..."

"Is it October yet, Billie Joe?" Joked a kid at the back, to which the backbenchers erupted in laughter.

"That's enough. Now I hope this wont go on any further. She's going to be with us for a while, and i hope you all will welcome her." Said the teacher.

The walk to the seat at the back, apparently the only one open, was a long one. She could feel them staring at her as she walked to it and it made her skin crawl. She didnt like attention and in this moment she was drowning in an ocean of attention. It didn't take long for people to start teasing her, making fun of her attire, calling her names, writing on her locker. She became the new bully hotspot in school.

As she sat there staring at her food, lost in a flood of her thoughts, she didn't notice the boy who had come and taken a seat next to her.

"Uhm hey there." Spoke the guy, startling her from her train of thoughts.

"What do you want?" She hissed at him, not looking at his face.

"I'm not here to make fun, actually I just thought you might need some company. Looks a little lonely sitting all the way here away from the warmth of the dining hall."

She looked up at him, stared deep into his eyes. Her steely gaze took him by surprise, but he hid it well, still shaken at how her grey eyes unceremoniously tore through the dense air like a butter knife through a canvas. Layla could see it but she chose to not comment. She enjoyed making people scared of her, the feeling of dominance, power over others. It drove her mad with joy. But in this school she couldn't do anything, not yet at least.

"Oh where are my manners. My name's Aaron. I suppose you're Layla, not sure if that's your name but i have heard about you."

"Good for you. You want a Trophy for that? " Said Layla sarcastically, "You know what? Never mind." She quickly added as she saw Aaron about to reply.

The sarcasm must have gone over his weirdly shaped head. She resumed to take a dive into her thoughts — socialising wasn't one of her favourite aspects of life. As much as she wanted friends, she didn't like the idea of having to talk to people. It was too draining and humans weren't the welcoming type to people like her.

"So I guess I'm in?" Said Aaron, trying to sit next to her.

Her head slowly lifted up, eyes glaring again. Her pupils were tiny pinholes in the bright shine of the hallway making her eyes look inhumanely dead. This rattled the little courage Aaron had and he drew back his leg which was already over the bench waiting to be reunited with the other leg before relaxing as he was to sit down.