Diary of a London Teen

October 2 - The Journey Begins

Over the years, many people have told me that in order to become better at writing, one has to write. To just write. So, at 11 P.M on the second of October, after having been emotionally blackmailed by family and friends for the umpteenth time in my relatively short life, I am doing just that. Writing. Until about 43 seconds prior to the start of typing Wattpad into my browser and wracking my brains to try to remember my password, I had no idea what it was that I actually wanted to write about. As you may see from my profile, I have on two previous occasions tried to write stories that have ultimately caved in on themselves within the first opening paragraphs, trailing off mid sentence like my grandfather after one two many Old Speckled Hen's on a saturday night. 

Anyway, I needed to write about something that I could relate to, and that I could tirelessly update every day or so, regaling my wonderful readers with tales of what unutterously foul slop I had for lunch today, my opinions of teachers and fellow pupils and plenty of other fun stuff as well. 

That was a really long sentence. I need to work on that.

So as much as this is for you to get a glimpse into the wondrously romantic and hideously awkward world of a private schooled teenager, it is also a way for me to improve my writing skills and to not go completely insane due to school and deadlines and other horrible stuff. Join me dear reader, as I attempt to convey to you just how strange and dysfunctional being a teenager is in 21st Century London. 

In order to establish a bond between reader and writer, I think it would be a good idea to establish some context, characters and settings, just to really ground this diary in reality. My name is Isaac Lockwood. I am currently 16 years, 7 months and 25 days old, which roughly translates to 525,398,400 seconds which doesn't seem like an awful lot of time, but there you go. I live in an undisclosed area of North London, and attend an undisclosed private school, in an undisclosed area of North London. If the fact that I attend a private school angers you in any way, leave now, this is a judgement free space and I also don't really care who reads this, because it is for me as much as it is for you. I have two parents, two brothers and a pet bird, whose name is Wilbur. I'm sure that there is some law or rule that means that I can't give the actual names of places or people in my writing, as it's said to be a breach of confidentiality, so in order to get around this, I have devised alternate names for all of my family and friends. 

My parents are called Mum and Dad, and my two brothers are called Alex and Seth. I love them all very much, but they can all be really quite annoying really quite a lot of the time. At present, I don't want to explain too much about them because then I won't have any content for later on, which would be a shame, because I need content. I am also lazy, and don't want to write ten pages on each of their peculiar habits at this moment in time. I also have a grandfather, who lives up in Northamptonshire, and is a farmer. My family stay there many weekends a year, and so, if you do decide to stick around and read whatever words appear on this page, it is more than likely that you will meet him soon. I have a grandmother and many cousins that you will also meet at some point in time. 

You have now been provided with enough context to understand, at the very least that I am a human being with a family and a home. I hope this satisfies your natural curiosity. 

Although I said that the Journey begins today and whatnot, after having written in no great length about me and my family, I find myself both tired and hungry, which is sad, as I only ate an hour ago. Because of the regrettable circumstances that I now find myself in, I am going to go and get a bag of crisps and watch youtube until I fall asleep. Consequently, I am terminating the first and hopefully not last entry of my diary, without having written anything about my day at all. Still, 770 words isn't bad for one entry.