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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15. The challenges of Sisterhood

Sunday 24th November

I wish I had a close relationship with Mollie. You know, she’s my sister and the only real family member I have left. Because deep, deep down, I know that she looks up to me. I know that she hates me, but only because of past experiences. I don’t think she’ll mind if I tell you… but I never talk about it with Mollie, it scares her too much.

 It seems stupid, but at the time it wasn’t. We were at the supermarket a few years ago. I was 9 and Mollie was about 5. We played hide and seek whilst mum was browsing. I let Mollie hide, and I said I’d count.

I counted for a few seconds, then I thought it might be funny if I didn’t go to find my sister. So, minutes went by. Tens of minutes went by. I was having a look at the huge variety of sweets, forgetting all about Mollie. When mum was done with the shopping, she called us. So, I went over, expecting Mollie to have given up and gone back to mum. But she hadn’t. Mum was angry when I told her what I’d done, but this was no time to be cross. Mollie was nowhere to be seen. I remembered telling her the rules very carefully – Don’t leave your hiding place until I find you. Never.

Oops. Mollie had always listened to me, so I panicked.

In the end, we had to call security. She was found 20 minutes later, hiding amidst the bread. Mollie was crying her eyes out, she would never forgive me, ever.

Now that’s over, I want to try again. I want to grow up loving my sister and being close to her, so my children can be close to her as well. That’s what I’ll do.

“Mollie, how are you?” I asked, in a sweet, innocent voice.

“I’m alright, thanks.” I could tell that she wasn’t really paying attention. Mollie was playing with her Barbie’s.

 

This conversation continued for some amount of time, until I was tossed out when I brought up ‘the supermarket incident’. Why is my sister so unforgiving? I miss her being my friend.

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