Am I not me anymore?

Myself

"Diane, come down quick or you're going to taste a nice slap on your face rather than a good dinner", mom called out.

"Incoomiing" I cried out in a rough voice as I slid through the handrail and landed on the floor."Mission accomplished", I screamed out just when my mom said "Shut up Diane, this habit of yours is getting really bad" and she gave me the 'are you gonna eat or not' look.

"I'll eat not more that a single tin of pringles", I joked and placed that safely in my hand and went back to my to room which is basically upstairs.

Okay , for all the people who don't know who I am , let me introduce myself, my name is Diane, of course like who the hell would that possibly be (jk) and I'm a girl who's got some serious mind problems,I mean for others, to me I think I'm pretty good at what I do.

I'm not the girly type nor the 'tomboy' or whatever they call it. I consider myself the best disaster artist in the world 'cause whatever I do or I'm going to do I'm sure as hell that l am going to mess it up ,I really don't know how ,I guess it is the only innate' talent' I have.

I am a hackeress ,psst don't tell anyone , oh really ;how many times do I have to confess?

I love cracking passwords and that sort of stuff and to sum it all up, everyone thinks I'm a geek. OH GREAT,now I have to deal with that too.

 I don't like the drama or gossiping or literally everything that surrounds a high school teen girl ,like it really gets into me when people talk about guys and fame.In all ,I'm just a weird girl who is socially awkward.

Okay,back to where we were, so I was browsing on the internet munching the chips just when I came across an image which quoted 'darkness is happiness', I really liked the image and was turning in my chair when I heard a knock on my door. I asked who it was because I was lazy to get up and open the door,

It takes a lot of time to do that,I have to get up , hide the tin and last ,unlock the door ,Ugh I hate it

The person answered, "Diane, its me ,Annette" .

So she's my young sister who is really fond of guys with good looks which I personally hate in the first place.She always gets herself into trouble and serious sticky situations from which she can't really escape from and my mom being a perfectionst that she's meant to be always complains about it.

She is a bit fancy when it comes to her style while I go with the comfy ones. She is one of the most popular girls in school because she is really pretty unlike me and she knows how to lead people , her and I are totally different in every sense. 

"I'm coming",I said getting up. As I quietly openened the door,she rushed into me growling why it took me so long to open the door .

Quiet,bitch I got up from my seat only because you were on the door.

But I controlled my anger . I hate it when people don't appreciate everytime I open my  door because no one knows how hard it is for me ,(Idc how others see it it but I already said that I'm odd, I mean weird AF, but who knows,right?) 

The next thing I knew was she was screaming like there was nobody in the whole house saying," Do you have Ron's number? I have to text him".

Who the hell is Ron? Is it her new boyfriend? If yes,why is she asking me? She's never told me anything or asked if I knew anyone before? Oh my god ,what has gotten into her? Is she completely out of her mind?STOP IT ,DIANE..

"Who is Ron? Your new boyfriend?" I asked eagerly. "Shut it Diane, he said he's your classmate and I can borrow his number from you so that we could be friends.",she said."I don't know any boy in my class named Ron", I replied with a smirk and folded my hands."Well, if that's that I could just go out of this dark and horrible room"she told me looking in the eyes .I can't control myself when people make comments about my property,be it good or bad and I slammed back at her saying,"But it's not terrific than you or yours ,an ugly pink room with thousands of makeup products and a hundred shoes plus ten million dresses as if you're Barbie and even she is way better than you".

"Okay ,relax demon, I was just messing with you"she said,and I could see how frightened she was and she made her way back to her room blabbering. 

I felt relaxed because I haven't been this furious since a long time...

Yes it really felt good not that I was a sadist but you know what I mean? (You can imagine me handling this Ariana Grande moment so well but even then it's clumsily annoying).