Express • Michael Clifford

Chapter 1

Dear anyone,

I've decided that whenever I'm feeling alone I shall write in this note book my 10 year old brother got me for Christmas. Maybe it'll act as if someone's there.

Its a girly girl thing to write isn't it? That's why I won't put all that dear diary shit, let's call it a notebook to express shit that happens. Okay here comes my moaning.

I have friends but they're always talking about the future, whereas I'm a more fuck the future let's just focus on the present kind of girl. They're getting B's - A*'s then there's me with my highest grade being a low C. They spend to much time wanting to grow up when I'm just being me.

have you had a tough family life? Course you haven't you're a bloody notebook. Anyway mum and step dad always argue and not just the shouting kind they take it to the next level. Then they take it out on me....great.

I feel selfish moaning about my life as others have it worse.

So I'm going to stop this little letter thing of expressing.

Um bye -Amelia

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"Ashton is Michael okay he's reading a fucking book" Calum says looking from me to Ashton.

"Michael reading a book what" Ashton replies whipping round to look at me a shocked look on his face. Maybe this is what this Amelia girl means when she's say her friends are all smarter than her.

We're all in highschool and if I'm honest I don't give a shit about it. Ashton's great at English and pretty much every other subject and same with Luke except he's and expert at maths. Then Calum he's not the smartest but he the best at sport and that it pretty much makes up for it.

Then me, Michael Clifford who am i? I can play video games but apart from that I'm pretty much like this Amelia girl. I came across her notebooks in maths just on the table so I took them as the front cover of one had a cool lilac cover that would look good as a hair color. All I was going to do was go to the shop compare the dye with the book buy it then return the books to the table but then I started reading them.

"Shut up guys" I reply giving them a glare as Luke walks into Ashton's living room where we're hanging out.

"Luke Michaels reading a book" Calum says dramatically to Luke.

"You are oh my god are you feeling okay?" He reacts just like Ashton and Calum.

"Yes I'm reading a book or technically someone's diary kind of thing" i say remembering how Amelia would not appreciate me calling it a diary but come on it is.

"Wait are those the notebooks you found and were going to return" Ashton asks.

"Maybe" I reply knowingly.

"You have to return them they're private, who's are they anyway?" Ashton asks.

"Amelia? Anyone know her?" But I'm returned with three no's, maybe she's the year below or something and I know its bad but I don't intend on returning them till I've read every page of the teenage girl that is somewhat interesting.

Little did he know Amelia couldn't make it to school at the moment so she wouldn't even notice the books gone.