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.


9. The snitching game

Monday 18th November

I have to admit – Today wasn’t such a good day. I would drag it out, but let’s just say that I got grounded for life.

It all started with Mollie – the stinking brat. I was reading Aunt Mira’s diary once again. I think she had noticed it before. Anyway, I was quite obsessed with my aunt’s diary. It may not be top quality writing, but it was like a whole other life inside me, that I had unlocked.

I just saw her head poking round my door. My reactions have never been that great. Before I could even blink, her nifty hands grabbed the diary out of my hands. I think that she was hoping that it was mine, so she could humiliate me again.                When she opened the front cover and saw that it wasn’t mine, her eyes lit up. As if she had won the lottery. A perfect opportunity.

Honestly, Mollie really does hate me. It’s as if she is a GPS for trouble, every day she wants Aunt Mira’s recognition and praise for telling tales. That beastly snitch.

“Aunt Mira, Esme isn’t doing homework, she’s playing on her phone!” That earned me a good telling off.

“Aunt Mira, Esme has a boyfriend!” That earned me a slap.

“Aunt Mira, Esme put her peas on my plate!” That earned me another portion of peas, which I despise.

But this tops it all off.

“Aunt Mira, Esme has been reading your personal, private diary!” Oh god. I heard the thundering steps as she stomped upstairs, headed towards my room. I hid under my duvet, hugging the diary close. I panicked. My thoughts trailed away as I shut my eyes and listened to the angry paces and livid breathing.


“ESME DANIELLA CORBETT, YOU HAVE INVADED MY PRIVACY!” The words were screamed. It was so audible, I think I heard birds outside the house squawking and flying away. No one ever uses my middle name. Not unless they are really, really furious.

“THAT IS MY PERSONAL PROPERTY, THE ONLY PART OF MY LIFE THAT SHOULD STAY SECRET!” I didn’t want to argue back. My eyes were burning with the hot tears that flowed through them. I don’t really deal with arguments and yelling well.  I wished that Aunt Mira would forgive me, but she’s not willing to do that. Why can’t time be reversed?

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