Just my luck

July 23rd 2009

Dear Diary,

Hey its me Sydney again just a quick update on life, it still sucks but now everything is 10x worse my mum is taking back custody of me im 2 weeks meaning i have to leave my school its already shit but now i’ll have no friends and I’d have to be a loner for weeks before someone could actually want to be friends with me. I already know as I’ve had to change schools so many times Im aware of the chace but the fact that in 2 weeks I’ll no longer be living with my dad makes everything worse sure he sucks at cooking and has no good music taste whatsoever but he’s always been my favorite parent and-

My writing was interrupted by a loud call from her dad a shout that said “honey, come downstairs please”

Hold that thought

I put down the pen that I was writing with and slammed my diary shut before throwing it into her cabinet beside my desk.

I ran down the stairs making loud sounds of my footsteps on her way down.

“Hey dad what’s up?” I said trying to put on a big happy smile I couldn’t tell if it was working or if I looked like some creepy clown so I stopped

“Sit” he gestured towards the couch as if I couldn’t see it right in front of me

“Ok..” I walked towards the couch already knowing that whatever he was going to say would not be good as whenever he tells me to sit I end up bawling my eyes out or shouting.

“So your aware that i’ve been single for a good few years now”

I nod, confused but I nod

“And your going to live with your mother now”

I nod once again

“So..i’ve decided..im getting married”

I couldn’t comprehend what he just confessed, what?! Why?! My thought process shut down I didn’t think about what I was going to say I just said it

“NO, no you CANT why, why no no no no no” the topic always has upseted me, maybe more than others would, I was weird, I always was. I was different but not in a good way. I would wish I could be normal for once especially in moments like these. But I can’t and with that I stormed upstairs back to my room slamming the door as I enter.

“Honey” my dad said as I ran up he was clearly devastated, I should apologize. But I didn’t instead I climbed onto my bed and cried, and cried...and cried.

And this is just the beginning to my story and thats just my luck....