Meet Valerie Cruz.

Hello, anyone who is reading this. So, I'm writing a fanfic. Ok, that was… obvious. But, whatever. This is not the first chapter. Actually, it's more the prologue and the introduction of my OC, Valerie. I'm working on it since September, and it was supposed to be posted on Halloween, but it didn't work out very well. So…The pairings are: Jerome/OC, Fabian/Nina, Alfie/Amber, and Mick/OC. And more. Now, let's just skip to the prologue.

Valerie's Diary

Dear Stupid and useless thing that I call diary.

Ok, here's the thing, my "paper bitch". My Mom is making me writing on this, to put out my feelings, blah, blah, blah. And I'm going to do it, because… well, I don't really care.

So, there's something's that like, everyone should know about me, but only you will.

There's just one place in the world that I feel safe. The book store. I kind feel like I'm in paradise with all those books to read, and all the time of the world. I know what people think when they see me with my puppy eyes, amazed by all that awesomeness stored in one place.

"Wow, what a nerd. I bet she loves to do her math homework."

Well, they can all kiss my ass. I'm not a nerd, and I certainly do not like to do my math homework. I'm just a girl with several problems, which are hidden by a fake smile, a lot of books, a bottle of vodka, and nutella.

Okay, now your question is: What exactly is wrong with you?

Well. Lot's of things. When I was little, I used to see ghosts. Like, really see them. It was scary. I remember one time when I saw one of my friends playing with the dogs. I wanted to say hello to her, but my Mom said that there was no one there. The next day, our teacher said that she had died from some kind of disease. But when I looked into her seat, there she was, confused. When I told that to the teacher, she sent me to a psychiatrist. That was when I learned that I would have to keep theses kinds of things to myself. There's one of the reasons I drink. Somehow, I can't see ghosts, or make all these bad things happen when I'm suffering of the alcohol effects.

Also, my dad has cancer, so I'm always worried about him. I mean, he is like, everything to me. He taught me everything I Know. He always believed me and my dreams to be a great singer someday. And he would always make me hot chocolate on the Friday nights, while we watched some reprise on TV. If he died, I would be more than sad. I would be lost. Geez, I feel so bad about broking some promise I made one time. Funny Story, actually.

I drink alcohol since I was 13, but I never really exaggerated it. Until last year. My friends and I were on a barbecue, and there were bottles and more bottles of vodka and wine. I remember mixing both, and drinking it quickly. Then, I think I got drunk, so everything else was a completely blur.

When I woke up, I was at the hospital. The doctors didn't tell me much, and the first person I saw was my dad. He was disappointed at me. He told me I almost died from an alcoholic coma, and he made me promise to never drink again. I tried to keep the promise, but I couldn't do it. I needed the alcohol in my veins. So I started drinking again. I knew I would let my dad very disappointed when he'd find out, but I couldn't avoid. And I felt very guilty for it.

Okay. I'm gonna stop the sad stuff right here, 'cause I'm already getting depressed. Now, to the normal stuff every 16-year-old teenager would write in on diary. So, My name is Valéria Helena Cruz. Valerie Cruz for the short. Yes, I know Valerie is the English way of my name, but it's cute, and I like it. Whatever, I was born on the February 28th. I have big brown eyes, long straight black hair. I'm a big fan of Broadway musicals, and rock bands. I play the guitar, the piano, the drums, and the flute. But I'm not a music genius. I just have a lot of free time. And I want to be a veterinary. I love animals. I love biology. And, with the salary I could get from this job, I would be able to donate all to the children's and things like that. Deep down, I have a good heart.

What? I'm serious. I mean…Bitchy? Yeah, I might be slightly, but only because I don't know how to say "fuck you" nicely. But, anyway… Even become a veterinary it's an impossible dream. I know I have the brains for that, but my report card say other thing. Man, I wish my grades would smoke weed so they could get higher. But, if none of my future plans work, I'll open a pub or, I don't know... I could be a teacher. Whatever.

Okay. Well, I really love F.R.I.E.N.D.S, The Big Bang Theory, Star Wars and Harry Potter. So, if anyone insult them in front of me, I'll kick the ass of the poor creature, because I'm heartless like that.

Okay, diary, Or like I want to call You, dear stupid and useless thing. (What? I Liked it. It's better than 'dear thing that makes me want to eat bacon'. Because, seriously, just my mom would buy a diary with a bacon on the cover.) Well, anyway, I'll stop writing right now, because I think my little cousin it's about to put fire on my Placebo's T-Shirt. Shit, did that kid even know how was hard to find that T-shirt? God.

So, I don't know. Bye, take care or… whatever. I don't care. I hate people after all, so why shouldn't I hate you too?

Sincerely hungry after seeing you bacon cover,

V.

So. Liked it? Please, review. And Yes, Valerie it's kind of a bitch with a bad mood, but she gets better. She is like that because of some things that happened in her past, and it's all going to be cleared as the story goes by. Also, this is a gift for my friend, Marina, who loves House of Anubis just like me.