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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5. When Anxiety Takes Over

Thursday 14th November

Hello, again! I’m growing to enjoy this. It’s become part of my daily routine. Just before I go to bed, I sit down and set my emotions free.

I’ve decided to ignore Carly now. The days are going by and I’m not letting her get to me.

The only reason I’m doing this is to stop Aunt Mira sticking her nose in. She loves a good complaint, a reason to have a go at someone. Because now, this could account as bullying. If my nosey aunt found out, she would have the time of her life having ‘words’ with the head teacher. It would give her a chance to yell at Carly’s mum. Carly’s mum is even prettier than Carly herself. She had a perfect, oval face and extremely angelic, young – looking features. I would have a hard time believing that Carly’s mum would just take in Aunt Mira’s harsh words. She would have a go back, making a big show of it. Whilst I would be humiliated – I would be a laughing stock.

I want to find out what her problem is. I’m going to have to do some field work – go to the root of this problem, where her secrets would most likely be hidden...Her room.

I knew it was wrong. But curiosity always takes over, what’s an anxious child meant to do? I searched. For what, I don’t know. Anything. Anything that could lead me to Aunt Mira’s past. I looked under her bed, in her wardrobe, even in her sock drawer. Where else?

That’s when I found it.

It was in her drawer. The drawer that is full of precious things, like special jewellery. It was written by my Aunt Mira. A younger Aunt Mira, aged 12, like me. She had written… a diary.

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