HEY GUYS :D. Well I've Wanted To Write A Story For Some Time Now .. So Here It Is :D Please Leave Reviews Because They're A Blessing.
Important Note: Italics Are Journal Entries, Or What Someone Does (Ex. Sigh)
So I Know This Is Short But PLEASE Bear With Me For Now, I Just Needed A Started Chapter To Be Able To Introduce The Story.
So Yeah, If You Take The Time To Read This I'll Be Grateful. And THIS IS A SERIES ! More Chapters Will Be Up :D
-Much Love,
MunroChambersPandemonium.
SO LET'S KICK OFF THIS NEW SERIES WITH A GOOD NOT: Munro Chambers .. There We Go :D
Hello , my name is Eli Goldsworthy. Call me crazy, because I am. I'm fucking crazy. And today someone gave me this DIARY because it's supposed to help with my anxiety and problems ? Bull shit. During my therapy session my therapist asked if I had gotten the diary – ahem let me be more of a man and straight up call this a journal .. so as I was saying today my therapist asked me if I got my journal , I said no. He gave me a knowing look and took my fucking backpack and looked through all my stuff. I smiled to myself because I knew he wouldn't get to it considering I have about 2 years of random shit in that backpack, but somehow that jackass found it and gave me a look. He also found the Swiss army knife I like to keep in my backpack .. I'm so in for it. Now I wouldn't actually be writing in this thing but I'm being forced to, much like I'm forced to do most of the things I do, and make most of the decisions I "make". Wow, I guess this thing isn't as bad as it seems. Well whatever, it's not like I'm gunna use it anyways.
I won't use it
I won't use it
I WONT USE IT.
.. I Lied , my therapist says I am.
Yours Truly,
Eli.
Eli's POV
I down away the journal that I had been forced to use and looked at my therapist and said "I'm done, you can leave" gave me a look and said "Elijah-" Twitch .. I hate that name, I cleared my throat and he continues "I apologize I mean Eli—" That's right old man, say it right or don't fucking say it at all , "—what did we say about manners ?" I forced myself into a terribley ugly smile , the kind of smile you get when your nasty fat aunt that smells like boloney insists you give her a kiss .. yeah that kind, and said "Oh kind kind KIND , it seems that my session has ended 15 minutes ago, thank you for your time and patience, now please go ahead and get the FUCK out of my humble abode" I smirked when I saw his face, he had a look of utter shock. I simply left, but not without telling him that I couldn't wait for our session the day after tomorrow. Now I had nothing to do, not having friends sure does fill up a schedule, and of course my father walked in as I started laughing to myself about the mental joke I had just made. He looked at me with a look of bewilderment that looked a lot like the look I had gotten from , but not as stunned. Bullfrog looked at me and said "… Eli , what did we tell you about trying to be normal ?" Wow, what a jackass. I never really liked my dad, he was always such a piece of shit to me, especially after my mental state took a turn to the south. Suddenly I realized .. I'm angry. I looked and my dad and threw a the first thing I could find at him .. a tissue. Oh what luck I have , oh what fucking luck. I'm mad, really mad. And I have no idea what to do. So I just ran upstairs and slammed my door in a huff..
End Eli's POV
Hey journal .. it's me again. Well, my dad decided that it's "Ruin Eli's Tuesday Day" wow awesome, it's Wednesday. God I'm dreading Monday, I'm gunna have to start a new school, some place called "Degrassi" I don't know much about it. But from what I've heard it's a school full of sluts, gossip, and shootings .. awesome -_- Well, I would write more but I'm being called for another family dinner where I'm going to zone out and not eat. Woohoo. My life is amazing. Just kidding, my life is like a boat just waiting to sink. I guess it's just a matter of ..when.
Yours Truly,
Eli.
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