"She hated being perfect. It was just another reason for so many people to fear her, to follow her, to not want to know her but worship her. And worship her they did, just as anyone worships a king and/or queen. She was the queen of her school, her stupid high society scholarship giving school. That school, was just as perfect as she was, as her home, as her life. Perfectly planned and set. Everything just perfect."
Meet Belle, a sophisticated high society eighteen year old, who lived a perfectly perfect life. She was perfect looking and her life looked even more perfect to have from the outside. She was worshiped, followed silently, like a queen. She had everything, at least, that's what people thought.
Belle felt alone.
So alone she spent most nights drowning her sorrows away in a frenzy of piano keys, hoping for something in her "perfect" life to twist and take away the loneliness she felt.
Now enter Ellie. A scholarship kid, who seemed to be good at everything, and had even more of an addictive personality. She was active in Hathaway Bay High School, student class president, and a star athlete. She was also the school's "favorite lesbian" as most people refereed to her. She was popular, but she didn't notice. She was kind and caring for anyone, even those that seemed to not like her for unknown reasons.
Ellie was Belle's definition of perfect.
What happens when a persistent Ellie comes slamming, kicking and fighting, her way into Belle's life? Will she finally be able to melt the ice heart of the girl who always seems so distant, so lonely? Will Belle let her?
Ages 14+ (lesbian concepts and some profanity)
This is not your everyday love story, okay? It's not a chick flick either. The events and themes within my pages have meaning, depth, truth-and most of all, reality. You are about to be taken on an adventure about a girl who's life is not like everybody else's.
I look like a normal teen girl, I mean, I have hair and two eyes and two hands and feet like everybody else, but I couldn't feel more different. I have two moms, yes. Let's just get that out there before you start reading and close my diary like everyone in my life has shut me out of theirs. All I want is a normal life with normal friends who don't judge me because of my home situation. I don't even remember the last time I went on a sleepover or called somebody my age.
I don't mean to be a downer, because it does get better. Life gets better. Struggles are only temporary, I know that now. And by my last words reach your eyes, I've come a long way, and have grown to see potential in myself.
I'm sharing this with you because I want to make a difference. I know now that I'm not the only one in the world that feels alone. I've been there, done that, and there's more loneliness to come, but for now, I feel more prepared for it. I know how it feels to sit by yourself at lunch every day and how it feels to watch others go to prom with dates and feel like shit because you don't think you'd even have any friends to go with. Please ready my diary. I am much older now, and much more wiser, and I can't wait for you to realize the potential in yourself, too.