I am Esme. My life is complicated. I have a younger sister, Mollie, who is an angel…if that's was really possible. Home is bad enough, even without school messing up my life. It's difficult to explain… my parents died in a car crash last year, and ever since, my sister and I have been under the care of our Aunt. She's rich, beautiful and lives in a huge house – I should be happy…well, maybe not happy, but satisfied – contented, at least.
The problem is…well, she hates me. My aunt pretends to adore me, but I can see it in her eyes. Behind the strange mist of blue, I can sense the uncertainty, the hate, the disgust… I reckon it's something to do with her past. I'm clever, you know. I just get these gut feelings, and I notice things. I'm observant, too. But right now, that's the least of my worries. My Aunt has a problem, and quite frankly, I don't think that problem will go away for a long time. Oh, I wish I could read her mind.
Before my mum…you know, left me… I remember what she said, before she got in the car to go away with my dad for the weekend.
"I'll miss you, mum!" I whispered, hugging her tightly, not wanting to let her go. I'd never been away from her before.
"Hey, don't worry, darling! I'll miss you very much, too…but don't forget, it's only a weekend. I'll see you on Monday, I promise. You know, maybe you should write a diary… you know, to record all your thoughts, emotions, everything that happens while I'm gone. That might distract you from missing us. Love you, Esme." Mum had said, tears falling down her pale, delicate face from the mesmerising eyes. She hated me being upset as much as I despised watching her suffer.
I had ignored her idea, thinking that it would only make me feel worse. But I kept the suggestion in my mind.
Of course, mum broke her promise. I know that she couldn't really help it, but she has never broken a promise. I hate Mondays.
But now, after some thoughts, I realise that maybe a diary isn't such a lame idea…maybe, just maybe, it will bring me closer to my past.