The Worst Day Of My Life

Francesca Peterson is just a normal teenage girl. With a best friend like no other, good grades and a loving family, how could life be better? But deep inside something still hurts, even though the physical pain is long gone. Will Frankie reveal all in an English essay, or will she keep quiet about the events of last year in order to try and forget?

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1. Just me, Frankie.

Francesca Peterson. I am never called that, my 'proper' name. Well, except for that time... Frankie, that's what everybody calls me. I am Frankie, the girl who was off for a long time last year, the girl who is above average at all subjects, but not amazing enough to actually get noticed. And that's how I like it. I'm Emily's best friend, we are as close as anything, and it's just us two and some guy friends who hang out together. They are all great.

Francesca. It's not me. I don't even respond to my own name. I mean, I don't particularly have a problem with it, it's just, well, I kind of picture a person called Francesca as tall and willowy and calm with long, blond straight hair and bright blue eyes. And that again, is not me. I'm small and bad tempered with short dark curly hair and my eyes are just weird. They can't decide if they are blue, green or yellow.

Because of my crazy hair and bad temper, Dad used to always whisper a rhyme to me when I was younger and had misbehaved. He would tease: "There was a little girl, who had a little curl right in the middle of her forehead. When she was good she was very, very good, and when she was bad she was horrid!" My Mum would pretend to be angry but break into a smile at my bemused expression, and everything would be alright again. That never happens anymore. I feel like my parents are constantly mad at me now. I have always done something wrong and I am permanently in their bad books.

I hate it when Mum and Dad are upset with me. It makes me feel really sad and I think about bad things like well... that time last year. We went through so much and I suppose I thought that we would have a perfect relationship after that. I guess not, but we love each other a lot and Annie too (my little sister) and that at the end of the day is all that really matters.
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