8/29
I actually was different. Nobody seemed to understand that, not even my teddy bear.
Do you want to know about myself? My name is Lucy Sanders, I'm fifteen years old, I live in California and I've got brown hair and green eyes. I like being different, but I'm not that different so that I can't like boys or sad movies, I just feel more mature than some other stupid and pathetic girls. I love writing, I'm not the kind of person that you define as sociable, and sometimes I feel lonely in this big world. I wish I could be me, but in a better version of myself. I do not want anyone or anything to change me, that didn`t happen before, because I rarely speak to someone. I think that the most important thing that a person has is what is inside their heart. But, I want something big to happen. Something that could make people notice me.
Changing the subject, I kind of have a weird family. Well, actually I have only one member in it.
Let's start with my mom. Anyone can imagine a 'mom' like a normal one. Well, mine isn't.
I should begin by telling you, she gave birth to me at the age of nineteen, and all she talks and ask me about are clothes, shoes, guys, facial treatments and more girly stuff I don't even care. I guess normal teenagers would love a mom who insists on you going out every night, and doesn't even ask at what time you are returning. What a pity I'm not normal.
She goes crazy about things I never consider, but sometimes I pretend to be interested in what she's saying only to make her happy. I know she's suffered a lot, and I'm the only person who can take her a smile. Well, up to now I think I am. My dad simply disappeared the day I was born, so all I can know about him is and old picture I've found hidden in her closet.
Don't freak out, I have friends. Well, at least two. And yes, we're not the kind of girls everyone wants to sit with during lunch, but at least we're there for each other. The two of them are my closest friends, and I think I will really die if I ever lose them. Miranda Moore, a red hair blue-eyed Irish girl, is the one that can advise me the most. And Carol Lewis, who has dark skin frizzed hair and a strong personality, is the one I trust the most. But in the end, they are both my closest friends, so don't ask me why I think that about them.
That's a little introduction about my life dear diary. Yes, I think I should start writing 'Dear Diary' at the top of my writings like every common teenager. Just to pretend I'm normal, that'll be our secret.
Now I'm at my bedroom… well, is not my bedroom. I'm sharing it with three absent-minded blonde triplets, who's only ambition is to win a make-up contest. That's a difference between them and me. I want to be someone in the future, someone who will be remembered.
The thing is I'm sharing the room, because I'm in summer camp. Hurray.
Tonight is the final night we're here, and we are having a big party in about two hours. That's why Angela, Angelina and Angelique (the three charming golden triplets) are freaking out trying silly dresses all over again. I'm wearing my old red pants and, for my surprise, a beautiful blue shirt. I also had to wear my mum`s blue high heels, she would kill me if I didn`t.
I only lined my eyes I couldn't do it myself, Angela helped me. She just kept saying 'An easy twist of the barrel and your pencil is ready to line your eyes with precision'. Finally, Angelique attempted to put some red lipstick onto my lips because, according to her, it would look fancy with my dull-weird-red pants. But I made it to get off her arms, and ran all over up to the cleaning room, where I'm writing now. Although, I have to say, that when I look myself in the mirror, I looked beautiful. Not that I'm being as selfish as Claire Doyle (the queen that rules at my school) but I think I really look pretty.
I guess I should get going to that party, I love dancing but the thing is I don't think I will find someone to do it with me. What if that big thing can happen tonight? Will that encourage this school year to be better than the other? Let me dream about it. I guess I will be standing beside the wall, while everyone is making out with a person they have just met. That's the story of my life.
Wish me luck! Bye Bye for now.
-The girl I described on top.