Chapter 1
January 1st
Dear Diary,
I am Maureen Johnson. I think. I'm 16. I like drama and singing. I don't like home much and… I think I'm a lesbian.
I don't know how to write a diary much but I've been talking to some people at school and they seem to think it's a good idea… So I thought I'd try it. I know if you knew me you would know I'm not the sort to have 'real' emotions in front of people. No matter how dramatic I am… That doesn't mean I like it. I thought it would be a good idea to write it down instead of bottling it up and… Wait for that story. I don't have a lot but I get by, my parents hate me and my Dad is only out to hurt me. Always has been. They may as well disown me now; I won't be here much longer now anyways. I'm going as soon as I'm 18. Just two more years Maureen…
Right now I will just deal with the pressures of being a teenager in a judgemental world where everyone thinks you're either about to mug them or eat their children… I don't know but all adults seem to think I'm some weirdo who's trying to kidnap their babies. I'm an actress, not a paedophile. That reminds me, I got stuck on the subway from school. The train stopped because the train in front was still at the station (New York huh?) and so I was just stood there with my school bag – which weighed a ton – waiting for the train to start again. As I was stood there a guy came up behind me and asked if I knew what this stop was, so I told him and he kept staring at me. I stood facing the other way trying to ensure that lots of other people were between the man and I on the packed subway.
Once the train got to the station, another lady got up to get off the train so I took her seat as no one else was. The woman next to me had a little girl with her, who sat on the seat the other side of her to me quietly. She seemed quite content really. But then as soon as I got up to move to the side of this little girl because; first of all, the creepy man kept edging closer, and second of all there was a OAP who could get to that seat easier, I got a very dirty look from this woman! I wasn't moving in on her daughter! I was getting out of the way. Anyway, pointless story over, he never did follow me home; he stayed on the train after I got off. I'm now sat at home, writing in this old book I've had for years and never done anything with. So I'll get back ASAP.
Bye, Maur.