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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11. How to Forgive the UnForgiving

Wednesday 20th November

Aunt Mira was still giving me hell. It’s not my fault that I’m unnaturally curious. She yelled. I yelled this time.

“Esme, do Mollie’s chores for her.” Aunt Mira asked, sending s chill up my spine.

“What if I refuse?” I challenged.

“Then you are a very naughty girl.”

“I refuse.”

Then the yelling match started.

“ESME, YOU WILL DO AS I SAY!”

“NO, MY LIFE IS REALLY CRAP RIGHT NOW! MY BOYFRIEND JUST DUMPED ME, FOR GOD’S SAKE AND YOU ARE JUST MAKING MY EXISTENCE A WRECK!” That was a bit too far, I think. Never mind.

Her voice suddenly softened. She looked as if she could empathize with me. I’m not sure why, but she seemed to forgive me.

“Look, Esme, I’ve been meaning to give you this for a while. Your mother would’ve wanted you to have it, but I couldn’t bear to part with it.” She ran off to get something. When she returned, she was carrying a book. It looked like Aunt Mira’s dairy. But, I already had it! What was it?

“Esme, take a look.” She seemed happy.

I took the book from her hands. It looked very delicate, the binding was very fragile. It was identical to Aunt Mira’s diary. I opened the cover.

It wasn’t Aunt Mira’s diary. It was Kate’s diary.

I was breathless as I opened the first page. I should have known. Both sisters had written a diary, given to them by their grandmother. I haven’t read it yet, I have had enough drama and suspense for one day.

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