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.


3. Keira

Tuesday 13th November 2012

Dear Diary,

Yep…That really does sound lame. But I don’t care about that anymore. I am moving on. I am in a good mood. No, not good, awesome! I am in an awesome mood! Not even Aunt Mira can bring me down today.

“Honestly, Esme, you should wear some make-up. You look horribly plain today.” She had said. Ouch. That hurt. Her words cut right into my skin. If mum was here, she wouldn’t have any of that. Mum never had got on with her sister, anyway. Mum never would have wanted Mollie and me with Aunt Mira, her twin. Now she doesn’t have a choice. Neither do I.

So, because I felt so put down, I put a thin layer of mascara on and slapped on some pale pink lip gloss. I’m glad I did though, because when I got to school I got a few compliments. Even Ava, Tori, Roxanne, Madison and a few others gave me a quick, admiring glance. At least, I hope it was admiration. I got really excited when Aiden walked past me, and wolf whistled. I blushed. He chuckled and gave me a high five. OMG.

I still have a feeling building up inside me. Although my relationship with Aiden is beginning to bloom, I still have no real friends. It used to be me and Keira, like two peas in a pod. We were best friends ever since toddler group. No one ever got between us at nursery, or primary school. Not even the first year at secondary. But then, Keira started getting touchy and short with me. I didn’t know why, but she just kept getting stressed out at school, or round my house. It began to scare me.

However, the real panic came when she burst into tears when I went to her house in June last summer. We were looking back on our lifetime memories together. That’s when she broke down in tears. She’d never been an emotional person, not when we left Primary, not when she was bullied. It was a scary day. At dinner time, her parents sat us down and all her family, who I’d become very close with, revealed the bitter truth.

“I’m sorry, Esme. But, we’re leaving.” Keira cried, extremely down put. It was quite obvious that she didn’t have much input in the decision. But that was OK, wasn’t it? I could still have seen her at the weekends!

But I couldn’t have been more wrong.

“We’re not just moving outside of town, Esme. We’re moving to Florida.” Jasmyn, Keira’s sister, answered my thoughts.

And ever since, I have never seen her. Not once. When Keira left our town in Devon, in July earlier this year, she said that I could visit. She promised. But she broke that promise. Aunt Mira wouldn’t let me. Keira’s mum wouldn’t let me; she thought (privately) that Keira would get on better without me, that she should make new friends instead of gripping on to the past.

I am the past. My heart breaks whenever I think of Keira. After moving to the US, we emailed every day. My emails got longer and longer, hers got shorter and shorter. In every email, someone called Savannah was mentioned. It started off brief, her name just used once. After two weeks, it was Savannah this and Savannah that. I remember how Keira’s words caused me such pain.

This email was sent from my iPad.

Hi Emz, this is Keira.

 Sorry I didn’t email at 4.30 like we normally do, I was at Savannah’s house. Did I tell you about her? She’s amazing, and her mother is an actress! It’s really sunny here, went to the beach with Savannah yesterday. Her mum bought us both ice creams with four scoops!

Savannah’s house is huge, her bedroom opens out onto a balcony. And guess what? She has a pony! It’s dapple grey as well! Her house is like anything we’d ever dreamed of!

We made plans, to move into a flat together when we are grown up. Savannah is my BFF now!!! I am sure you are happy to know that I am settling down well and that I have made a new best friend!

From Keira.


That hurt. A lot. No, I am so not happy to know that she and Savannah have become Best Friends Forever, I am so not happy to hear that the two of them had used me and Keira’s plan and turned it into their own. That was me and Keira’s plan! WE were going to move to London and buy and apartment together and be best friends forever. And since when had Keira had an iPad? Her parents could never afford much – not that I minded, of course.

I miss you, Keira.

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