Am I Beautiful Yet?

Anorexia, something that effects 1 in 10 people. But not Taylor Hope. Well, not to her anyway. Laughed at by Sarah and her troop of barbies, Taylor has no-one to confined to except her new Diary. But then he arrives in town.


2. February 15


February 15th

Diary Diary...


Ugh, what a stupid way to start a Diary. "Dear Diary" sounds so ridiculous, so creamy. So un-me. But until I can find something better "Dear Diary" will have to do. I don't even want to do this, it was my mum's idea. I love her and all, but not all of her ideas are good. But I'm doing it for her sake. So, who am I? I actually ask myself that question every day. Haha, not really, but I guess I don't know who I fully am any more. 


Pssh, any more... I never have. I can't really give myself an identity when I'll be mocked for it at school anyway. As you might be able to tell, I dont have many friends. Correction. I have no friends. In fact, I get bullied ever day for it. But as I was saying, who am I? My name is Taylor Hope. But I just get called Taylor. Only my parents call me Taylor Hope. I'm in year ten at Wisteria High School. Great name, terrible school. Seriously, I feel like the fuzz had to come here more times than the number of names I'm called. (A lot) You would think that I would stick up for myself, but I honestly, I don't want to cause trouble. I just look at my feet and walk away. But anyway, more about me. My favorite food is... 


Well actually I don't have a favorite food. I don't eat really. Well of course, I eat, but not often. Maybe once every other day, longer if I'm busy. Its sort of a permanent diet I have. Of course I'm not anorexic, you have to be skinny to be anorexic.








The alarm clock on my bedside table shouted furiously. I slowly roll to my side, flailing my arms around, trying to find it with my eyes closed.





Giving up, I try to tip the small table over, but I can't even shake it.

I used to be able to, it used to fall every day, mum had to get my a new one.

A small thought bursts through my sleepiness, causing me to finally wake up properly, and get out of bed. Getting changed into some baggy black outfit, brushing my teeth and hair, I slip out of the house soundlessly, edging the door closed silently. I graze up the pathway, undoing the moldy latch to the gate. Keeping my head down, I jump out of my yard, staring at my feet. I walk quicker than before, my  heart beating. Suddenly, I collide into someone, a silent yell as I fall to the floor. 

Gravel hits my arms and legs violently as I sink downwards, blood staining the knee of my baggy jeans.

"Oh! Oh. I'm so sorry! Here. Um. " A voice rings up at me, and I take my gase of my feet, staring at the person who knocked me down.


What I see pushes me off guard.


A boy, my age, with sweeping brown hair, illuminated by the sunlight, making it seem a near bronze colour. A pale set of freckles sprinkles across his face, almost invisible against his tan skin. And those eyes. Most people would think someone with a face like that would well... Have beautiful chocolate brown eyes, or a deep sea green colour. But no. A pale watery blue, almost grey colour, met mine. His hands grab mine, lifting me up to my feet. Taking out his hand, he looks up at me.

"Finn. Finn Logan. And you are?" He seems generally interested in me, not like the others who joke around, not even bothering to learn my name.


"Taylor Hope Green." Blushing at my embarrassing name, I walk off, murmuring my thanks.

Once ten steps away from him, I turn my head around slowly, still walking. Luckily, he dosen't run after me, but he's looking at me, a small smile playing his face.


A pretty smile.





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