Just Kyra
I do not own twilight, it belongs to Stephanie Meyer.
Prologue -
PRIVATE PROPERTY! Don't touch this unless you are Kyra Linette Martin or Dr. Johnson (my psychologist)! If you do however stumble upon this journal, and no it is not a diary, and I am dead or on my death bed I give you permission. But you have been warned, brace yourself for my screwed up thoughts.
All this is not my choice but Dr. Johnson told me that I had to write in this stupid journal. He wants to see what is going on in my mind on a daily basis. If I'm going to actually do this it has to be done write, so I'm going to write a little background information for you. My name is Kyra Linette Martin. I'm a ballerina, gymnast, and cheerleader and yes they are sports. By the way I'm 15 years old. I know what your thinking, and no I'm not a prissy little byatch. I am pretty popular though, or at least I was. I have a great life, on the outside. My parents are still married and have great jobs, my dad as a lawyer and my mom as a chef. I live in Darien, Connecticut a beautiful town where everyone is pretty successful. The houses are all big and have big lawns. The school systems are great and there is an awful lot of town pride. Maybe a little too much town pride.
My family is one of the richest family's out here and thats saying a lot. I always have the coolest clothing and stuff. My room is huge it has a lounge area that consists of a couch, bean bags, a cool bubble chair that hangs from the ceiling, and in the middle is a clear coffee table. I have a canopy bed and a large vanity desk stocked with all the best make up. My closet is huge its a walk-in closet and is completely organized (Im OCD) In the middle of my over-sized closet is a cotton linen dress form to match my outfits. But I don't take all of this for granted, surprising I know right, I'm truly thankful for all this stuff, but I feel like I'm always being forced to be.
As for my features I am dirty blonde and have a sprinkle of slight freckles on my cheeks and nose, but they are fading, I have slightly tanned skin and light blue eyes with green in them. Kind of like Julianne Hough, or so I've been told. I take after my dad mostly. He's French and Greek he has blonde hair and blue eyes and is pretty pale despite his Greek background. My mom on the other hand Is 75% Quileute and 25% Irish. She has tan skin, brown hair, and hazel eyes. People say I have my mom's facial structure replaced with my dad's features. I am about 5 foot 7, pretty tall for a girl my age.
Your probably still thinking that I'm a snooty annoying rich kid who has everything but still complains, but even with all of that I'm not happy. I try to be, I even pretend to be happy often. I've never been completely happy or whole I don't know why but I try to fill that emptiness with stuff but it only temporarily works. I'm never able to keep hold of anything or control it. I can't control the fact that the only reason my parents are still together is because they don't want to deal with where I would live or stay with. Thats why Dr. Johnson thinks all of this started. I have been diagnosed with Anorexia Nervosa. It got so bad that during a ballet recital I blacked out, I was in the middle of Swan Lake and after the show since I was Odette when I bowed I just collapsed. Thats how they found out. When I got to the hospital and finally woke up I was told that if I didn't stop starving myself I would die. My parents wouldn't let me do ballet, gymnastics, or cheerleading after that. That infuriated me there is nothing wrong with dieting in order to become a better athlete. But I would go to my schools auditorium with my ballet and dance stuff and just practice for hours so when I started dancing again I would be on top of my game. At that point I was 5 foot 7 and weighed 86 pounds, with a BMI of less than 14.0kg/m2. Thats when my parents reached a decision, I were to be sent out to Washington State to live with my grandparents and my cousin Paul Lahote. OMG! To make it even better they lived on the La Push Reservation. Where the f*** is that?
I know that this is pretty short but it's my very first fanfic so don't be too mean. Thank you and please comment on how it is so far.