Dear Diary

"Get up, it's your first day of your school." Mum ripped the blankets off of me,

"Mum!" I squealed, "Five more minutes!"

My mum decided to move in to England after her divorce in Australia, I'm actually glad she did.
Another reason why we're here; My aunt and her husband lives here, basically I'm good friends with my uncle's brother, seventeen years of age.
You must be wondering, 'isn't he your uncle too?', let me tell you.

We aren't related, there's no relationship between us. Step-uncle? Nah.

"Get the hell up," Nathan said, rather loud, "You're making me late."

My first impression of him was that he's a complete idiot.

He may be seventeen but his personality definitely belongs to a fourteen year old boy, I must admit.

"Fine." I groaned, rolling out of my bed and landing on my blankets. "Get out I'm getting dressed."

From now on, I'm taking you to a journey of My Diary.