Kaylee's Diary

Chapter One: Just Know Me

'Ouch', I thought as I sat down on the long, leathered couch. I picked up my touché to see what I was sitting on.

'My earring, great'. It was my plastic pearled earring that I already have hundreds of. Well, in pairs of course.

I picked it up and placed it somewhere.
I really did not care where it would end up.

'Ting, ting, ting.' Oh, guess it landed on the floor.

As you already know, I'm Kaylee Daniels. I'm really not going to say much about myself because that will be told as this story unravels. But to sum up everything: My life is a mess.

Seriously.

So not kidding. I'm the type of girl to act tough when I'm alone (which really makes no sense if there's no one to be tough to, right?) but just smile and go with the flow in public.

Well, friends are a different story because they know everything about you. So, I act "real" around them.

Don't mind the quotes I put around the word real.. I really am real with them. They're my little bundles of joy. Which I really need in my life.. You'll see.

It actually feels weird having a public diary because that is total violation of the diary rules.

Number One Rule: A diary is a diary, keep it to yourself!

Hmm, well I guess then you can call this a 'journal'. But the author (Kadija) is so not going to change the name of this book to "Kaylee's Journal".

No, no, no.

Anyway, back to reality. (Ha!)

I just came back from school and it is 3:57. Wow, that's new.

It took forever to get inside my building because I do not have the card that everybody needs to get in. Mom's at work, Brother's at school. (He comes back at like 9 o'clock everyday.)

And dad is well.. Not here.

HE'S NOT DEAD! He's in Africa. He left me, my mom, and my bro here 4 years ago, in 2010. (My family is African, in case you didn't get that.)

But yeah, he just left.

Told you. You'll get to know Kaylee (me!) as this story goes on and on and on..

The first thing I do when I get home is turn on the TV. But I don't watch it. I simply turn it on, take off my book bag, shoes, and uniform. Which is a LOT of work.. Sigh.

I'm also lazy at times. School can be really stressful. And it's January so.. That's what, 5 months left? Oy. So far.

I guess being an eighth grader is OK. It always has "room for improvement" though. As teachers always say.. I would know.

'Yada, yada.' I'm really random.

Did I mention we live in a one-room apartment? Yeah, there's that, too.

3 people, 1 room. How fun. I sleep in the bed with my mother while my brother (who is 17) sleeps on the couch in the living room. The couch that I mentioned earlier, the couch that swallows all my earrings. Sad, right?

Yea, it is.

After I take off my uniform, then I take the 'awesome' opportunity to actually watch television. I glance at the cablevision box. 4:21. Damn, what was I doing? I thought I was moving much slower than that.

Anyway, I turn to channel 4 to watch 'The Ellen Degeneres Show'. (Stay with me, this story eventually gets more.. Interesting? Well, hopefully.)

Then, lastly for now, I reach into my book bag and take out my hell work for the day. (Translates to homework)

I take one last sigh and wish. Wish that my life will take a turn for the better.