I pulled my long black hair away from my sky blue eyes, and let out a rare content sigh as I let my body lay out on the queen sized bed that I was on. I pulled out the brand new journal I was given, and rubbed my painted thumbnails over the violet colored material. It wasn't perfect, but I liked how it carved my name onto the hardbacked cover. Twisting my mouth into a side-ways position, my fingers opened up to the first page, with a new found pen in my hands.

Dear Diary, If that is what I will be calling you for now on; Or maybe Journal? Diary sounds far to cliche and girly. Though, that is what I am. A Girl. But anyways, I'm getting far off of topic here. May had given you to me, for a apology present; for forcing me to move to this awful place. Mystic Falls, Virginia. Can you even believe that? Such a terrible name for a town, it was so corny. But she claims it's a good place to raise my baby. Yes, my baby. A cute little dark-brown haired beauty, with the biggest baby blue eyes. She's my everything, even though she was created on such terrible circumstances. My little Gracelyn. I shouldn't be putting such information in a defenceless book, but I can't help it. Telling anyone but the ones who were there about my conditions, is like explaining to the world how terrible I am. I'm not, but I do make stupid decisions. Like when I followed Gracely's biological dad into his bedroom, when May had begged me not to. He decided that we should make my parent's furious, and have the 'time of our lives.' And I allowed his body to cover mine as I thought of the murderous glares my family would be sending me when they find out I wasn't there virgin daughter anymore. It was ridiculous, when I thought back to it when I found out I was pregnant. You can only guess how disgraceful my lawyer father felt and how hateful my mother felt, towards me. It was by-far the worst thing I had done in my life. Having sex with a criminal who was on trial against my father's case? Terrible. But the thing I do not regret is when Gracelyn first opened her pretty eyes and held out her arms to me, the day she was born. Even though I was kicked out of my home with a child to take care of on my own, I didn't regret one minute on the decision to keep her. And since then, May had wrapped me under her wing and guided me through all of my hard times. You see, Diary, she's twenty-nine, and already has a Seven year son who is little Gracelyn's bestfriend. And she is also married to a lovely man, James. They both treat me and Gracelyn like we belong with them, like their is no burden being held against them. That is why I always have found myself always trusting them. They were my family. Not the lawyer man and the up tight woman I had once called my family.

Sincerely, Ariadne Crystal.

I closed the book and ran my hands over it again. I wasn't used to putting things on paper, but it was refreshing to know I could some how express myself in a way. Without just bottling it up inside, like I was far to used to. Standing up from my bed, I let my arms stretch out above my head as I stood up on my tippy toes and let out a loud relaxing pop as my back loosened up. I leaned back over and grabbed the book I had left on the bed, and guided my feet over to the new oaked bookshelf, and placed it next to a few other interesting books. Like the amounts of disney and other fairytale stories that I had gotten for Gracelyn over time.

My ears twitched to the sound of small feet running through the fairly new home, before my door was threw open in a haste of eagerness. And a three year old child was staring up at me with her big blue eyes, that matched my own. "Mommy!" I smiled and bent down to catch her as she jumped up and threw her arms up in the air, before she wrapped the small lengths around my neck and planted a big kiss on my face.

"I mwissed you!" She held her head out slightly, and ran her hands over my nose as she giggled when I nipped at her fingers. "Kaden and me watched The Labyrunth, with Aunty May!"

I couldn't help but smile, her words were getting so good. She may have only messed up spelling the Labyrinth, by one letter, but it was comforting to see how far along she has come with her speaking. "Oh really? And you didn't ask me to come down and shake some booty to the sound of David Bowies voice?"

She let out a loud giggle as my fingers caught ahold of her tummy in a fit of tickling.

It was these moments I cherished my past mistakes. It may have been bad, but it created such a beautiful thing that had me wrapped around her little fingers.