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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4. Faraway mind, Faraway Heart

Wednesday 13th November

I’ve given up on Dear Diary now, as you can see. I am excited, now. People have started to notice Aiden and me. Today was so awesome!

Aiden had approached me at lunch time. It was 1:13 PM. I remember things like that, things that others don’t. Things that are, to me – significant.

“Esme…I really like you.” He had said. I gasped.

“I really like you too.” I had replied. The shock was unbearable, however strangely pleasant. His friends had been watching intently. Aiden didn’t mind, so I didn’t either. In fact, it was quite nice to have an audience. I waited for him to propose his question.

“Will…will you be my girlfriend?” He asked. He seemed strangely fidgety and nervous, but that’s only normal, right? Well, I hope it was.

“Of course, I’d… I’d love to!”  I stumbled over those glorious words. It’s unbelievable, really. I love life right now.

I felt so good as I went to Maths, the first lesson after lunch. As much as I absolutely loathe maths, I could have been flying with excitement. What would Carly say? Aiden was in the same class as me, would he be obviously flirting in front of the whole class?

When I walked into the classroom (a little late, as I had been daydreaming and dawdling) Aiden was already there. Carly was already there. Luckily the teacher hadn’t started the lesson, but when he did, no one really wanted to pay any attention. No one ever did – it’s maths, after all! I think Madeline was the only one who seemed interested in y=x+7 and the index rules. We had a test, so of course she would be studying way too hard.

On the other hand, there was everyone else, “revising” for the approaching test. Aiden sat next to me, and we talked. Every so often, when Mr Mathews (Our Maths teacher) walked past, we started flicking through our maths books, and go really over the top and enthusiastic about equations. When he was satisfied to think that we were actually working, sir went over to Carly. Aiden and I burst into fits of giggles under our breath.

“Honestly, look at them. Of course Aiden doesn’t like Esme! He feels sorry for the stinking, loner mouse. It’s just a pathetic joke to make Aiden look kind and charitable. Poor mouse, she’ll never ever get any friends!” And then the laugh came. Those harsh words escaped from Carly’s mouth, obviously. I detested Carly’s new nickname for me. Mouse. True, I could be shy, and my mousy hairstyle didn’t improve the situation. But I do NOT have sticking out teeth, like she had shouted in my face just a few days ago. I know I seem annoying to Carly, but what I really hate is people pointing out my flaws – as if I don’t already see them. Someone seriously should tell Carly the ugly, bitter truth. The truth, that she is… a bitch.

I’m not going to tell Aunt Mira I said that, ever. I hope she never finds out. She’d give me a right shake, probably a slap. It’s only because I think she is one herself!

Although Carly’s words stung, I know that it’s all lies. All rumours, things that aren’t reality. Even if no one will ever believe me, I know that Aiden is serious. I know he is genuine about our relationship. I know that he loves me.

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