Guitar Teacher (Niall Horan)

Dear Diary

He laughed evily as I whimpered.My father had always been that way,ever since my mum left;I was used to it by now.

"I expect the house to be spotless still when I get back from Spain."And with that he was out the door with his bags,being careful to slam the door loudly.

I ran up the stairs and into my bedroom.Well it's not exactly a bedroom,it was actually just a cupboard at the top of the stairs.There wasn't even anything in there,I didn't even have a bed.The only things I owned were a diary,a pen,a guitar and an old phone which barely worked.I kept my diary and pen hidden under a loose floorboard in the bathroom.Well obviously I had clothes,but they were dirty and ripped,and I didn't have many of them.

I watched through the window as my dad got into his black car and drove away.When I could no longer see him,I went into the bathroom and looked into the mirror.I brushed through my brown hair and realised that I was lucky to have green eyes instead of my father's brown ones.

I sat on the floor and got my diary and pen.I looked through the pages and read a few of my recent ones.

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Dear Diary,

Today at school Lauren Pevensy called me a loser,and when I told her to leave me alone,she slapped me.I don't know why I have to live like this,I don't have any friends and everyone hates me.My father is acting the same as always.If not,worse.

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Dear Diary,

I have a secret,and I can't keep it to myself.Not anymore.A few weeks ago my father returned from wherever he went covered in blood.He put down his bag and I quickly looked at what he had in it.There were several knives in a neat row,every one of them sharper than the one to the left of it.

I hate this place so much,but I can only imagine how my father would react if I told anyone about what he is doing.He has been travelling a lot these past few months,and returning with drugs and alcohol.I'll be alright someday.At least,I hope.

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I then got an idea.I began to write.

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Dear Diary,

I'm going to do it.This is the perfect chance.My father is going to Spain with his friends,and I'm home on my own.Of course I'm going to bring you with me Diary.We're going to escape,together.