I am The Diary

My name is Faith Destiny Hope. The name doesn't really suit me though. I am not a trustworthy person. Anymore. I used to be, but now, my life's down the drain, and I can't trust anyone. My life is nearly over. My story is nearly over, even though I just started my 'new begining'.


1. Faith

Faith. The word. the sound. the meaning. My name. Faith is my name. It's a terrible name. For me. You would think thats the three aspects of my life. But really, it's the opposite. You would think, that, the meaning has something to do with my life. But it doesn't. I have started a new life. My name is the same thoough. In my new life, I don't have a home. Instead I walk around the streets of london. Alone. Thinking about all of this I start to wonder, does anyone really miss me? My life is coming to an end. But before it ends, it has to begin. So I think I will call the first chapter, The Strange Boy.

Chapter one

The Strange Boy

I was walking to school today. It wasn't raining so I guess, why not? I was wearing my favourite necklace, it's a tiny gold chain with a small gold heart locket-with designes engraved into the metal-dangling from the end of it. Inside the locket was a picture of me and my best friend that died two years ago. She died because of a car crash that happened right after my birthday party. I get bullied for it every day. Speaking of bullies,

"Hey freak show! You should be dead like your little friend, Clair? No wait, it was Clover wasn't it?" Sarah said, trying to piss me off but failing.

I gnore her and walk into my first class, creative writing. I sit down at my seat in the back row, on the left corner. I start to write, but a new student walks in and all the girls start screaming and running up to him like they know who he is. I don't have a clue who he is. He has blue eyes and blond hair, that he must've dyed because there were brown roots. After Miss Georges quiets the class, so there are only a few mutters and mumbles, the strange boy sits next to me and introduces himself.

"Hello." The strange boy says in a soft voice.

"Hi" I say back to him with the same amount of softness.

"Whats your name? I'm Niall." He says.

"Faith." I say and start writing again.

The bell went and I rushed to my locker to put away my books. I had music next. I start to walk to the classroom. When I get there I sit at my seat again. Even though this is a different room, I still sit in the same place. No one sits there because I do. And no one wants to be apart of anything that involves me.

"Faith Destiny Hope, to the stage please." Mrs. Mathews says.

I walk up to the stage, and sit down at the piano. I was playing two songs, the first one was Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairies

 by Tchaikovsky and Night Time by Mahoney. As I play these songs, a million thoughts rush through my head at once, but the biggest thought was, why did the strange boy talk to me? When I finished I sat there for a second with a frown on my face, knowing I did good, when I stood up Mrs. Mathews said,

"Appluse!" But no one did, exept the strange boy, he sat there clapping his hands with a small smile on his face.

I continue frowning, knowing this was going to happen. And I tune out untill the bell rang. I walk to my locker and grab an apple. Instead of walking to the cafeteria like evryone else, I walk to the back of the oval, and to the left corner, where the big willow tree is. I hide myself by sitting under it, and start eating. The strange boy pushed away the low-hanging branches and sat next to me. He didn't look at me once, all he said was,

"You don't know who I am do you?"

I was confused at first, I knew him, he was Niall, the strange boy.

"Yes I do. You told me your name was Niall during creative writing." I tell him.

"Thats what I thought..." He mumbles.

"What do you mean by that?" I ask.

"Have you ever heard of One Direction?"

"No, why?" I say, still confused.

"Well, it's a famous band. And I'm in it." He says.

"Oh. Well, that explains all the girls back there." I say, trying to make conversation.

"Haven't you heard?" I ask, wondering why he is still talking to me.

"Heard about what?" He asks.

"Rumors. You shouldn't be talking to me, you should just go to the cafeteria and make some real friends and, just, forget I even exist." I say, completely serious.

"Why would I do that?"

"Did you not hear what I said? There are too many rumors about me! " I yell at him, standing up.

"Why would there be rumors about you?" He asks

"Because... people think I... Don't worry, I'm sure you'll find out soon enough." I whisper the last part, and walk out from under the tree, going to fing a new place to hide. I walk to a bench a few metres behind the tree, and start to cry. Thinking about Clover makes me sad.

"Please tell me." I hear the strange boy say, as he sits down next to me.

He tries to put his arms around me but I back away.

"Two years ago... I had a party..." I start, still crying at the memory. I've neverhad to tell this to anyone.

"When it was over my best friend Clover drove away after taking a picture with me." I say and show him the picture in my locket.

"She crashed the car because I texted her the picture. She died because of me." He starts to hug me.

"Why aren't you telling everyone? Why do you care so much? Just say something mean and get over with it!" I yell.

"I'm not going to tell you anything mean."

"Why not? Everyone else has."

"Because, unlike everyone else, I accually like you." He says.

I look at him.

"I have to tell you something else." I hesitate before telling him.

"I was her diary." I say.


Faith. I told her I wouldn't tell anyone and I just did. Faith? No. I just told someone. I have no faith.

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