A/N: Rewritten. Thank God. I couldn't really re-write it much without adding alot of extra bits so it's short.
"Monica! Can you help me find the old toolbox in the loft?" shouted my mum from the hallway.
I paused the film I was watching, The Crow, and pulled on a hoodie, it was freezing up there. She had already gotten out the ladder, assuming I'd agree. I climbed up cautiously after her and she switched the small light on. The whole place was covered in dust and it hurt just to breath. There was tonnes up there, old toys from when I was a baby and even some from when my brother, who was nine years older than me, was.
I wiped my glasses with my sleeve to get away the dust and began searching.
"Oh my God!" I heard her say.
"Hmm?" I muttered whilst pulling open a box to find old Barbies.
"Monica! Come here! Look!"
I approached her and looked at what she held in her hand. An old, battered notebook.
"What is it?" I blinked.
"My diary from when I was your age! I started it on my fifteenth birthday," she smiled as she read the first page.
I didn't really know what to say, I mean, I didn't want to ask her what she wrote about because diaries were a personal thing. Thankfully, she saved me from having to reply by speaking.
"You should start one, maybe you'll find it when your my age!"
I raised an eyebrow sceptically. The idea of a diary never appealed to me because I didn't have anything to actually write about. Wake up, school, go home, homework, music or computer for a little while and then bed. Nothing really changed. Despite what I thought the idea of a diary stayed in my mind until I got annoyed, pulled on some trainers and walked down to the corner shop to buy a cheap notepad. I grabbed a plain black one. When I got home I wrote a few paragraphs about myself and my two best friends, Carly and Alexis.
I only had a few other people I could call friends, and even then, I could barely call them friends. I hated school. I did well, I was one of the best students, infact. I just didn't like the people who went there. Alexis could have her annoying moments too but I tolerated it. Carly was wonderful. She was just quiet so people took advantage of her quite alot.
I ended up writing until roughly midnight, it was a good way to rant and share my thoughts without offending or causing arguments. I put the diary in my bedside cabinet, my parents respected my privacy and wouldn't read it. I ended up reading for half an hour before falling asleep watching The Lost Boys.