Diary of a Broken Teenager

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  • Publiceret: 24 dec. 2016
  • Opdateret: 24 jan. 2018
  • Status: Igang
Have you ever felt so angry that you just want to curl up in a corner and die? Most people have been there. Some more than others. So, meet Naledi. She ends up in that place more that most. Why? Read her diary and find out. (Although this story is a work of fiction, many of the events mentioned are real)


1. Day 1 - Fail

Wednesday 16th December

Dear Diary,

I actually hate my life. Could this whole thing get any worse? How did I even get to this point? I honestly don't know. My whole life is just total crap at the moment. It's so hard. I try my best in school. I work hard. I have a part-time job serving coffees at the cafe at the park, so why does my life have to be so awful?

I think this whole thing started when I got back from school. I walked through the door, and saw dad sitting on the sofa, staring gormlessly at some nonsense on the TV. His beer bottle nearly slipped out of his hand as I walked in. He asked me what had happened at school. I told him I got my maths results, and that I had got better than last time. He asked me what I had got. As chirpily as I could, I told him I had been graded at C Minus, which is a whole grade better than last time. I thought he'd be happy about that, but apparently not.

He stood up and walked over to where I was standing. He lifted his hand and slapped me hard across my face. I'm sure it must have left a huge red mark. He told me that C Minus wasn't good enough at all, and if I didn't buck my game up soon, there would be more where that came from .

Apologising profusely, I slipped from the room. And, after bringing dad another beer, I ran upstairs to the refuge of my room. Abbie, my little sister was sitting in there on my bunk. "How was your day?" I asked her. She said it was okay, but dad was very grumpy when he picked her up from nursery. As it turned out, Dad had been laid off my the car manufacturing company he worked for.

I met up with my best friend Grace later, and I forgot to put concealer on over the mark on my face. She asked me where it was from. I said that I had walked into a door, and the lie slipped easily off my lips. I don't know why I lie for him. I guess it always just feels like the right thing to do at the time. And anyway, I am scared of what he would do to me if I told anyone about all the family drama. This is my problem, and my crappy life. Do you understand what I have to deal with now?




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