Dear diary,
That Charley is such a bitch! A week after my 15th birthday, she tells me its over? She says that I've been acting differently lately, 'cold-hearted' according to her! Then she starts shouting that I'm bad in bed? Don't do enough for her? Maybe if she'd told me that before now it wouldn't have been shouted across the house! That bitch! So much for keeping it quiet! It's been two years! Two years of my life wasted on her! Sneaking about and lying! Mr Napier started shouting at us. She starts crying, suddenly she's the victim? She's the one who started this whole thing. I knew it was a bad idea! But I did it anyway. And for what? Quick shag once or twice a week?
I've been kicked out of the only place I have ever called a home because of her, I left yelling threats over my shoulder. In such a rage I didn't think what I might do for shelter tonight, I just threw my possessions in a bag and left. Luckily I have around £70 of my birthday money in my wallet that I haven't spent yet, so I can afford to rent a room for the night, I think I'll go back tomorrow, when the heats died down.