my mum is so annoying, she says i have problems but i really dont. my name is hazel and i have moved to a new area and i hate it here. In the UK i thought people were happy and nice and friendly but really, everyone jut glares at you and doesn't offer to start a conversation. why are people so rude and because i'm complaining about this my mum thinks i have anger issues and "problems". really mum ? if i had problems why do i have friends ? why do all the guys play sports with me ? i'm like the average 16 year old girl. the usual long hazely coloured hair nearly up to my waist that i always had up. i have these long, thick eye lashes that everyone wanted. all the girls would envy my body shape but really i was the fattest clump of meat. E V E R. my mum new i was the sporty type and wouldn't chose anything over my sports and that was the reason why she had left all of the sports gear in australia. She wanted me to start a new and more girly life with the help of my sister to form me into a R E A L girl and that really didn't end up that good from what i could see in the mirror. this is about my life in the UK.

Dear Diary/Teenage Fiction Stories. Excuse my french in some parts.