Diary of a broken heart

Introduction

Dear Diary,

It's funny how some things start in the funniest and most childish way.

I never knew that I, the good girl, would fall for a certain flirty and cheeky bad boy. And never did I think that I would ever do such sinful things.

Love is crazy, isn't it?

It's basically a drug. The things you do for it, things that never once in your life considered doing.

Suddenly your mind has been taken over and constantly thinks about him. You start to get this funny feeling in the pit of your stomach, lose your breath at the sight of him, and tremble when he's near.

It's the kind of feeling you hate but at the same time love.

"Scar!!!"

"Yeah!?"

"You'll be late for school!"

I groaned at the thought of school. I closed my diary and dropped my pen.

"Coming mom!" I yelled as I got my stuff for school. And went down to see my mother.

"Have you eaten breakfast yet?" My mother asked me.

"Yeah, I made a sandwich a while ago before i went to go shower."

"Ok good. We better hurry. You're late." She tells me as she checks her watch.

"No it's ok, I'll walk."

"Are you sure? Your class is starting in a few minutes."

"Yeah i'll see you later. Bye mom!" I said as I rush to the door.

I walk to school sometimes when i feel like it.

And in case you were wondering, no I am not late. I checked the time and it was still 7:24 am, school doesn't start til 8:00.

My mom or dad drives me to school sometimes and let's just say they aren't the most on time people in the world.

Took me years to realize that. Finally came up with a solution last year.

I told them our class starts at 7:30 when it really starts at 8:00.

Genius right?

Anyway school is a 10 minute drive and 20 minute walk from my house so I should be on time for school.

Oh! I almost forgot to introduce myself. My name is Scarlett Lee.

Age: 18

Hair: light brown

Eyes: grayish blue

Race: half spanish and half american

Height: 5'8

Skin: a little tan or you could say sun kissed

Hobbies: Photography, swimming, art, and a lot more.

Im a senior! :)

You're probably starting to wonder how this heart of mine broke.

Maybe I should start from the beginning.

This is my story.