The Life and Lies of Me

My name is Esme. Ever since my parents died in a car crash, my sister is the closest person I've got...even though she hates me. Love is in the air for a while. A diary is the best part of my life right now. It's amazing what just letting go of your emotions really does to you.
I live with my Aunt Mira who has a grudge against me, godness knows why. After stealing her diary, I can find out my aunt's secrets too. I miss my old friend, but will a new boyfriend make things better... and will the love last? I just want to know the secrets of the past, and the secrets of my mum and my aunt - the twins that never got on.


With secrets, lies and the twists and turns of life, Esme will discover the mysteries that you don't even find in stories.

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2. Dear Diary...

Monday 12th November 2012

Dear Diary,

Wait – that sounds so stupid, so childish, so…juvenile. Don’t be offended, Anne Frank. Not that you’ll hear me… wow, this does sound ridiculous. But to be fair, I gave up on diaries after I was nine and my seven year old sister stole it and read the whole thing out to her class for show and tell.

Still, I should probably talk about something that I might actually be interested in when I look back at this in ten years’ time.

School – I should probably tell you about that. It’s all quite simple. There’s Carly and her gang of ‘populars’. There’s Madeline and the geeks. There’s Ashleigh-Rose, the shy, stubborn, new girl. There’s me. And then, there’s Aiden, the guy who doesn’t think any of the girls at Lakelands High are pretty enough for him. Not that I can blame him, he is so hot. Besides, although I’ve had a major crush on him for my entire life, I know I haven’t got a chance. Carly, on the other hand, believes that she does. I can’t hide it. I’m jealous. Who isn’t? Her hair is blonde and she has the most beautiful waves. I have mousy strands of light brown. She has the most stunning smile, her lips smothered in red lipstick. I have pale, thin lips that have never, ever even touched red lipstick.

So, I am off Aiden’s list. So is Carly, I guess. But, it’s hilarious to watch her flirt when Aiden is around. She bats her eyelashes (dripping with mascara) in such a creepy way, it’s impossible to hold in a giggle. Her velvet voice, usually spiked with venom, goes all angelic and high pitched.

“Aiden! Can I be your partner in drama?” Carly’s voice shot up at least two octaves. Her question was deliberate. We were doing melodrama in that lesson, and we had to get into partners. There would be a hero and a damsel in distress. Well, Carly was in distress all right, when Aiden rejected her! “Sorry, Carly, but I am going to ask someone else.” Aiden was as cool as a cucumber after leaving Carly fuming silent, like a ticking time bomb about to explode. I think I was about to hyperventilate when he strutted in my direction. He was so close that I could touch him.

“So, Esme. Will you be my damsel in distress?” My jaw dropped. Me? There must have been some mistake. But there wasn’t. Aiden Daniels had just acknowledged the girl who might as well be invisible.

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