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.


6. Mira: Revealed

Friday 15th November

Finally! It’s Friday! I apologise for the short entry yesterday. But I have an excuse – would you write long paragraphs when you have to work on your toes to quickly discover the truth before your patronizing aunt realises that you’ve stolen her private childhood diary that probably holds secrets from the past? No.

I know it’s wrong. I wouldn’t do it to anyone but my aunt. I feel that she deserves it. Since I’m going to be living with her until I am legally an adult, I want to know the answers to my questions. Why does Aunt Mira seem to intensely dislike me so much? And why does she favour Mollie? These are the things that maybe I have a chance of finding out. Personally, I think that I should be the favoured one. I am the goody-goody, the one that does what she’s told. Mollie is the naughty, rude, cheeky girl that answers back.

Now I have read the very first entry.

Monday 12th November 1989

Dear Diary,

Hello there. I am Mira. I am 12 years old and I am in the second year of my Secondary school. I don’t want to write a diary. But my goody-goody twin sister, Kate, does. She is the angel; the favoured one…Even mum prefers her to me. She’d never say that to my face, though. I can see it behind those loving eyes. I’m only writing a few entries to satisfy mum. When my Gran died last week she wanted Kate and I to write a diary. I dunno why, must have been some kind of death wish for her granddaughters. Not a pleasant one. Did she want to punish me? I can’t write much, I have dyslexia. I’ve never had good grades in English, I can’t write in too much detail. Not poems, not stories, not newspaper articles. I’ve never given a diary a go before. Ouch, it’s making my hand ache already.

Of course, Kate has written 3 pages on today’s entry already, and we’ve only just got started. Isn’t it unbelievable? Oh, how I envy her. My sister…Kate, the twin who shines while I lurk in the shadows. She has talents. She sings and plays piano so beautifully. She can cook. She can do math and she can write the most amazing poems and novels. She is everything I could ever wish to be. She is the superior twin, the one that is remembered when we meet someone new. She has more friends, more boys wanting to be her girlfriend, more teachers that adore her. But what I hate the most is that Kate denies all this. She makes me feel bad by turning down all the boys, saying that she has me, Mira, instead. I want to be angry with her. And if she’s nice to me, well…I have no reason to.

Now, whenever I see someone like you, I feel as if I should hate them. Be jealous of them. That’s why you have so many more friends than me, Kate.

I wish that Kate wasn’t so gifted.


Wow. That makes me feel guilty. I knew that my mum never really got on with her twin, but I never realised the true reason behind it. I’d never considered Aunt Mira’s side of the story. But maybe I should.

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