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March, Sunday
Ok, let me just clear things up before I continue writing here.
This wasn't even supposed to be a diary. Yeah, I know, it says on the cover and all that stuff. Now I really wish I would've told my Aunt this before she had gotten me this book anyway.
But yeah, this was supposed to be a journal. Just a journal where I would usually record what happens in my day.
But I guess that's how diaries work, huh?
Anyways, yep, this is just a half diary, half journal for now. Well, for me anyway. So, don't expect something like “Dear Diary” this, or “Dear Diary” that. Because to be honest, it kind of sounds overrated.
Oh, also, as for my name. It isn't exactly Khris. Yeah, I know, it says on the cover, blah blah blah, but that's just a nickname. My nickname to be exact. My real name is Khrissanna. Yeah, sounds like a complex name, but I didn't name myself.
Just a backstory on my life though…
I was born in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. The Keystone state, as some people like to call it. Which is unfortunate, to be honest, because I was born only 3 days after the world decided to take my father away.
Talk about timing.
Anywho, right after my father's death, it was just me and my mother. Actually, my supermodel mother. Ruby Elsher. She hung up her catwalk heels and those “supermodel” dresses to come raise me, which was nice, I guess. She spoiled me with gifts, food, and to be honest, a lot of sleep.
For 3 years.
And that's when crap went downhill from there.
My mom got put in cuffs and was thrown into the gray walls of what we usually call, prison.
The reason? I couldn't tell you to be honest, I don't know either.
But then, I got sent to live with my mom's friend… Let's just call her crazy Cathy, for now. Because that lady was as stable as a house of cards on a shaky table.
But I guess the universe had a plan B for me, because I ended up living with my Aunt Brynda, and also my Uncle Roger and three cousins.
Oh, right. I have to introduce them to you, don't I?
So, there's my Aunt Brynda. Who's my mom's younger sister, to be more specific.
She's like someone who I can't remember says this often, “She's as sweet as sugar”.
But while I agree with this… To be honest, I think she's kind of… overreacting.
You know how when somebody does things slightly wrong and then the person starts bashing on them like they committed a crime? Yeah, that's my Aunt Brynda.
But instead of the angry type, you got the sweet type.
She always says something like, “Oh sweetheart, don't do that! you might get hurt,” or something like, “Oh my poor baby, don't go with them, they're a bad influence!”
Yeah, something along the lines like that. I mean, I love my Aunt. She just does too much.
Oh, right, I almost forgot. My Uncle Roger, who is also Brynda’s husband.
Like, seriously, I don't know why there can't be a name where an Aunt has a husband or something. I feel like saying Uncle would, you know, make someone get the wrong idea.
It literally sounds like your actual Aunt and your actual Uncle are actually dating.
Weird.
But I mean, Roger’s a chill guy, I guess. All he does is watch football and soccer and… you know, sports stuff.
But anywho, the last three introductions on my list are my three dear cousins.
First off we have Lilith. She's 17 and about to be 18 in May. Me and her attend the same school actually. She's a senior, and I'm a sophomore. Me and her don't really talk a lot, but she's my cousin, so I guess we're kind of cool.
Besides, she's kind of like those party people, you know, those people that like to sneak out of their parents house, go to parties, and drinks the drink that I really hate the most, called alcohol? Yeah, that's her.
I swear, she can never get enough of staying in the house for literally 5 minutes. I have a bedroom next to her, and literally two weeks ago, I heard her snuck out of the house like five nights in a row.
And how do I know? Because she has some very loud friends.
To be honest, I always felt urges just to tell Aunt Brynda about it, but I think I'd rather stay out of it.
But I don't know, I think Maeve doesn't want to.
Yeah, Maeve, my other cousin. She can be a talkative parrot. Well, she's not an actual parrot, but you probably get what I mean.
Like, just yesterday, I was trying to clean my room, and she just straight up came out of nowhere and started to babble and babble about her school, her friends… yeah, all of that stuff.
I guess it's because she's 13 years old and just trying to get used to teenage life. I can't really blame her though. I thought I was used to it already, but I'm like what, 15 years old? And I don't think I'm used to it.
But I know that one cousin who's lucky to not be a teenager, yet.
Ok, before I say her name though, you know the words, Deja Vu, right?
Now try to read this name, DeyjaVu.
I know, I know, a weird name but hey, take it out on my Aunt Brynda.
Honestly, DeyjaVu kind of like Maeve, but except, imagine more talking. This girl will literally talk about anything. Like I mean, anything. Not just about school, her friends and stuff, but add more subjects like math, animals… yeah it's a lot.
But it's not just her talkative habit, it's her music habit. I'm not saying she's listening to inappropriate stuff, but I'd say her music taste is.. actually interesting.
Although she's 5 years old, she doesn't like those classic nursery rhymes like “Old McDonald” or “Bingo” or maybe “Hickory Dickory dock”.
What I'm trying to say is, she likes to listen to music from the 1970s-80s era. Like Micheal Jackson, Madonna, Whitney Houston, or stuff from Lionel Richie. (I'm not being a hater by the way, I actually like the singers as well).
Yeah, you can say this 5 year old has a 50 year old spirit inside of her. Well, the talkative kind anyway.
But other than that, yeah. That's pretty much my family for right now. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go rest my right hand.
