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All rights got to the Tom Bidwell for creating this.
This is going to be EXACTLY like the TV series also if you haven't watched it I definitely recommend!
Also when I write in italics that is going to mean what she's thinking in her head, but yea that's it hope you enjoy! :)
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Chapter 1 Big Bad World
I was sitting down in waiting for my new therapy doctor.
"Shit." I heard someone say,
I turn and its a fairly skinny man with a bald head going into his office. By the looks of it, he must have gotten pooped on by a bird. I slightly chuckle to myself.
Someone then whistles and I turn my head it's the guy who had said shit. He motioned his hands for me to get up and come into his office.
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He stood up on a chair and was taking out the alarm for fire, then he opened a window.
" I'm Doctor Con's replacement Dr. Gill but you can call me Kester." He smiled
I swiftly just rolled my eyes.
" Is it Rachael?"
"Rae."
He lights a cigarette, "I told Dr. Con for you to keep a diary."
"Well you can't read it, because Dr. Con-" He interrupted me
"I don't wanna read it," He said
"It's Private it's for you."
I awkwardly just hug the diary and look away.
"Are you always this quiet?"
I just simply shrug my shoulders while looking down.
" You know there's a theory, that you can decide the majority of a person's characteristics in the first 5 seconds of meeting them, what do your instincts say about me?" He asked
" My instincts say that a bird took it upon your head," I say bluntly
He slightly chuckles and looks away.
" So, you survived the first week in one piece I see, what have you been up too?"
"Look with Dr. Con we would just-,"
"I'm not Dr. Con."
I just stare at him and blink with an expression of annoyance.
"So, what have you been up to this week?" He says again.
I briefly turn my head and roll my eyes.
"Not much," I say in annoyance.
L I E.
A big lie, this week has in fact been pretty momentous.
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Wednesday the 10th of July 1996, Day 1 Freedom.
Dear diary I'm 16 I weigh 16 1/2 stone, and I live in Lincolnshire. My interest includes music, vegging out, and finding a fit boy; No scratch that ANY BOY. To quench my ever growing heart. Unfortunately, I already have a lover that makes me look pregnant, FOOD.
But there is a difference between snacking and binging and I don't binge anymore! And if anyone ever finds this diary, and reads it, and comes to the conclusion that I'm crazy; they'ed be spot on.
