Introduction: Dear Diary

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Sup, my name is Anastasia Bell. I moved to Los fucking Angelas one year ago after both my parents died in a car crash, at least that is what these scumbags tell me. I am 15 years old, making me 14 when my parents died, it wasn't as traumatizing as I thought it would be, I loved my parents for sure but I expected to be more emotional and shit. They weren't really around much either so we were not close at all.

After they died I had to move all the way across the state to stay with my father's sister, aunt Veronica. She is just a little bit taller than me with more curves and attitude, I just have my temper. I'm not special or beautiful or love sick, yuk. I hate socializing and I prefer to stay home most of my pissy life.

I have an older brother, Jordan, who was more disappointed and sad about our parents death than what I was. He closed himself off for about 3 months and eventually came out of his hell hole of a room. His 2 years older than me and I seriously wish he would just go over seas to college, away from me.

Now that I think of it, the only person I actually speak to is my best friend, Jacob. His weird as fuck but he grows on you after a while. He stays in the same apartment as I do making it difficult for me to avoid him when I don't feel like talking to anyone. Jacob is 16 already, we share birthdays but I would rather celebrate his than mine. He failed the 8th grade making him the same grade as I am, 10. Apart from being weird his fucking sexy, black hair, green eyes and jaw line that is not too sharp but perfect. I never felt any sexual attraction to him and I'm not planning to.

My brother and I look similar, as much as I fucking despise it. Both of us being a red head like my father and grey eyes like my mothers. The only difference is that I have freckles, very few but they are there. My hair is below my chest area and it irritates the fuck out of me.

Somebody once asked me to say something nice about about myself. The only thing I could think of was how much of a fuck up I am.

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If you have not read the description :

This book is written purely for a readers intertainment. If you find anything offensive I am truly sorry it was not meant to hurt anyone, speak to me about it and I'll make a change where it is necessary.

WARNING> Fowl language and death scenes are used.

INTRODUCTION IS PUBLISHED, I will be taking my time to make sure this book is perfect and not too predictable.

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