Allie decides to start a diary to record her life. Follow her through good and bad, relationships and breakups. On her first day of writing in her diary her mom and dad get into a huge fight, will they be ok? Who knows. Find out in the first chapter...
So today was the day that we started packing up our stuff that we would be bringing to the new house. I guess we're gonna be moving out of Brantford, cause apparently dad got a house in Ottawa. I didn't want to move to Ottawa at first, but now I think that it could be a good change for me and Valerie. Dad said that once we get to Ottawa we're gonna go back to school shopping so that we can have some new outfits for school. I just really hope that this school we're going to doesn't have uniforms or I WILL die.
Me: VALERIE!!!!
Valerie: What?!?!
Me: Where did my purple top go?
Valerie: Umm...I..
Me: VALERIE!! GIVE IT BACK!!
Valerie came into my room with my purple top in her hand. She walked over to my bed and set it down. I knew it! She had it all along!! She always steals my stuff. UGH! I gave her an evil look as she walked out of my room. It's been a few hours since I started packing, I'm so tired! Who knew packing just a FEW boxes could be so tiring? Soon mom started calling us down for dinner.
Mom: Allie! Valerie! George! Dinner's ready!!
Me: Coming!!
Valerie: I'll be down in a sec!
George: Already here.
I went down to the kitchen, looked at what mom had made and made a face.
Mom: What is that face for?
Me: I don't like shrimp tacos!
Mom: Well that's not my fault!
Me: But you know that I don't like them.
Mom: Well maybe you should start trying new things!!
After she said that, I stormed up to my room. Valerie followed behind me as I slammed the door shut. She stood outside my door for a minute, and finally came in.
Valerie: You ok?
Me: Yeah
Valerie: I guess this is what happens when you choose dad over mom.
Me: Yeah, I guess
Valerie: It'll all be over in a few days and then we won't have to deal with this.
Me: I'm gonna continue packing.
Valerie: Want some help?
Me: No you go eat I can do it myself.
Valerie: Ok.
She walked out of my room and went to the kitchen to get her food. As she did that, I packed up the rest of my clothes except for a few of my favorite outfits that mom would allow me to wear. So I could wear them for the next few days. These are the outfits I chose to keep out-
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I got some good style, right? I mean I'm 14 years old and I have this style like, everyone else my age has horrible taste in clothing. I even have my own article on fashion at my school. I mean, I HAD my own article at my OLD school. Well this would be true if mom would let me wear anything other than baggy clothes to school. These are literally like the only outfits I wear that mom actually approves if she sees me wear something that shows the slightest bit of skin she will throw it out.
