The diary of the unknown

The real story

Chapter 1

( Elizabeth's pov)

I am just watching some boring TV. Flipping through channels, then I hear BANG and realize dads home. Dads mad but he has no reason he just wants to be mad. Then he yells, and I flinch like I was almost hit in the face with a ball. His voice booms through out the whole house. Yelling at my mom for never doing anything and that she is lazy and a whore. But this was kind of normal. I got used to hearing my parents fight everyday. The only thing I could do was get out of the house. If I stay I will regret it.

"What are you DOING?!? Do you know how you are messing up this family?!?" Mom would always yell back. Always saying he's the mess up and saying everyone's life is better with out him.

Everyday there was yelling. It gets louder and louder as the time passes. All I could do was leave and wait for everything to calm down, last time I tried to do something it ended painfully and I still have the scar.

Leaving I ran as fast as I could getting my backpack before I walked out the door. I didn't stop running until I got to the park down the street from my house. I stayed for hours doing all my homework, drawing a little and just chilling before heading back to the place I call hell.
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Waking up to the sound of the garage door closing I knew I had to start getting ready. Getting out of "bed", it's just a mat, pillow and blanket, I ran to my closet got clothes and ran to the bathroom in the hall before anyone else. Taking a five minute shower, I hopped out and put on a black and blue stripped shirt with butty shorts and a blue and black hat. Running back into my room I slipped on my shoes grabbed my bag, bracelet, sunglasses and left before my dad got up.

Seeing my brother right before I closed the door I realized he didn't get out of the house in time yesterday.

******5 minutes later******

Still thinking about my brother I walk to the park to meet my best friend in the whole world, Jordan.

So Jordan and me have been friends for years, I have known him sense he was in dippers, he has always been there for me when I need him and will listen to me when life sucks. He's taller then me, tan, with kinda long beach blond hair. I try to tell him everything and I think he tells me everything, but I don't know.

Jordan is already at the park, waiting on his phone. He is wearing a grey v neck with dark blue jeans and a black and grey sweater. I have always thought Jordan was kind of cute cause he has a nice build, defined features, and is like a god, well in my opinion. I had a crush on him for a while but I don't think he will ever like me. We are just friends and that's all we ever will be.

"Liz? Hello?" I see a big hand go in front of my face as me vision refocuses. I blush a bright crimson red and look up into Jordan's amazing eyes.I didn't realize he got up and was standing right in front of me, he smirking at me as our eyes lock together. "You okay? You spaced out for a little bit."

"I'm fine." I smile a shy grin and all he does is grin back and nods his head in a sarcastic way.

"Right......"

"What?"

"I think you were just drooling." He says trying to hide his teasing grin and failing miserably.

"What, not even. Don't give ur self that much of a compliment." I couldn't help but smile.

"You know it's true Elizabeth." He said as he leaned down next to my ear. "You want me" he whispers the last part in my ear before taking my hat and running. It took me a moment to realize he took my hat but when I did I went sprinting after him, one of his steps was like 2 of mine so I had to be fast.

After I got back my hat we went to a table and laid down on it talking about random stuff. Jordan kept moving because half of him was hanging of while all of me was on the table.

"I'm hungry" Jordan whined for the 50,000 time.

"Then get your lazy butt up, help me up, carry me to 7'11 and we can get food, okay?" I said for the 10th time. He groaned and got up, picked me up bridal style and started to walk all the way to 7'11.

"You know ur really light." Jordan said holding on to me like I weigh nothing. I gaped at him. I way like 110 pounds. I am NOT light.

"Your crazy! I weigh 110 pounds. I'm not light. If anything I am fat. Your just really strong." I say then hide my face in his shirt while he laughs and calls me insane.

That's how the rest of the day went, just hanging out and dreading the day to come.