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.


28. When I grow up

Sunday 23rd December

It’s almost Christmas. To be honest, I’m not really into it at the moment. Mollie has been watching the online countdown to Christmas for about two months, bless her. I don’t feel Christmassy. I might be growing out of it, I don’t know.

I’m not going to say the real reason why I don’t look forward to the ‘most wonderful time of the year.’ OK. I won’t say it out loud. I’ll tell you. I’ll write it.

Mum and dad died two days before Christmas. That’s a year ago today. Ever since, Christmas, in my opinion, has always been the thing that took my family away from me. No one should have to live like that, but I do.

Mollie has got over it so easily. Well, if she hasn’t, she hides it well. She only cries when we go to see our parents’ tree. I get emotional almost every day. It’s uncontrollable, whenever I think of my mum or dad, my eyes just well up. I can feel the tears trickling down my cheeks already.


I really need to grow up. I’m going to be thirteen next month, a teenager. That idea scares me. I only have nine days left of being twelve, of being a child. Then I will be older, more mature. I don’t want to get older. I want to be young forever. I could be like Peter Pan in Neverland, the boy that never gets older. He will be a child forever. I won’t have to work hard, I can play and have fun all day long.

Then again, I wouldn’t be able to get married, or have children, or get a job. After all this, I think I’ll be a writer. I can write stories about normal life, like diaries.

No, I do want to grow up. Then I can be with Aiden.

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