The mistry about my diary

Episode one

My name is Vanessa Campbell and am just Seventeen last month. Am from the family of two that

means am the only child of my Mom.

My dad died a year ago after he got into a car accident which took his life. Things went hard for my

mom she had to struggle to raise me up on her own.

Am a boring teen like after everything that happens I just take my diary as my best friend at least I

don't need a friend that would betray me just like Julliard.

Julliard was just a normal friend nothing attached but I was so stupid to have tell her everything about

me to her. After we had a little issue she told everyone am just a nerd and am just a freaking idiot

falling for the school player.

Carren was the only guy I ever had a crush on and it was only julliard I open up to but I end up been

humiliated. I changed school even though mom wasn't happy about it because I made her spend too

much and the only thing saving us was the house my dad bought before they took him away.

"No" I screamed our of my dream sweating profusely.

"Not again" I rub my face with my palm and reach for my diary lying on the bed beside me."I had the same dream again" I write into my diary before lazily standing up from my bed to my

bathroom.

You want to know what kind of dream I have?.

Ever since i was five am always having this dream of a handsome guy that was always asking fo my

help. The only word he keeps repeating was "Break the spell or I would be stuck in your fantasy only"

his voice echoed into my head and I flinched.

"Vanessa calm down it just a dream and I don't think a guy like thate exist" I exhale.

If I could meet a guy like that am hundred percent sure he won't even look my side.

Like who the hell would like a girl that is ugly. I have a black long hair that actually doesn't look

normal because it length is extraordinary.

A brown eye and am a little bit slimmy than normal but something I appreciate is am a little bit taller

because if I was short I don't even know how I would actually be more bad than I am.

I totally don't exist in my school because no one even know me. Am always the Lowest in class grade

actually am good at my subject but I don't want to get noticed in class so I am always on a low key.

Mom scold me anytime I bring my result home but do I look like I care only if she knows what am

going through in school just because am having unusual look hair that makes people look at like am a

beast or weird human being.

There was a particular day I was pissed off am went to cut it off only to wake up in the morning and

found my hair in the same length.

"wtf!!!!!, mom who am I"I screamed that particular day. "Just calm down you would be fine"Mom

tried calming me down.

Why am I the only one weird why is Mom not having strange dream, long hair unusual beauty I

actually call uglyness.