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Facing The Truth
Name: Alexandra Gates, 18…
Entry: 20
Date: 18th June 2007
[Mood: Worried and Confused]
[Music: Translyvannia by McFly]
Dear Diary,
I am a little worried about Aly. It’s been a week since her mother died and she’s been having these crazy and uncontrolled mood swings. Once, she’s up and about, very happy and outgoing. The next, she’s moody and keeps to herself. I can’t help to feel worried, can’t I? And she’s cutting school. Do you know Aly? She’s not the type to do that. She’s one of the model students for God’s sake.
School Update: Today, Lizzie stopped these b****es in school from being over in love with themselves and from taunting me. You should have seen their faces. Trust me, you don’t want to be there when Elizabeth Smith is in a bad mood. Oh, and our Ontario Academic Course (OAC) are in a week. Violet and Aly are taking the basic subjects but Liz, Keira and I are taking the extra business elective. So, more studying!!!
Anyway, Aly's father is sentenced to a lifetime of prison so she sold the house in Stamford Green. She is now living with Violet and Lizzie in the apartment next door.
My story; Agents is half finished. I showed it to the gang and they all approved of it! I have writing it for a year already and the words and plots just rolled out of my mind. Maybe I do have a writing talent after all.
I’m a little bit afraid now. I mean, it’s been two years. I often thought that he would find me in the streets or something. Maybe I’m being paranoid. I don’t know. The girls said I should have con-front him and get my rights. God, Keira sounds like her father sometimes. Maybe she should have been a politician instead of a guitarist. L.O.L (laughs out loud) Anyway, I think I should be careful these days. Who knows? Maybe the lunatic may find me and trust me, I don’t want to know what he’ll do to me when that day comes. I’m so afraid, diary. I don’t know what to do.
Aly entered her new room in Vi and Lizzie’s apartment. She placed her two big suitcases and boxes in a corner and flopped on her bed. She stared at the creamy paint of the ceiling in recognition. It’s been a week. A week since her mother died. A week since her father was charged guilty in high court and put to federal prison for murder. A week since she went to the school. And, the thing that made her stomach lurch and her heart full of guilt was that it has been a week since she sold her house, her HOME where she once lived in for 17 years and 69 days in, her home she had once lived in peacefully with two loving parents at her side, her home she spent her childhood in, her home in Stamford Green.
She decided to sell the 2-storey house and most of its furniture except a few of her own, all because she was afraid. For once in her life, the fearless, stubborn and independent Aly was afraid. Afraid of the haunting happy memories of her mother and father. So like Violet, she sold the house and now is staying with Violet and Lizzie, close to her other three favourite people in the world. One big broken but happy family. Yes, that is what she would call them. Her only family left in the world. All have dark pasts but they are all felt safe and peaceful in each other’s presences.
The lavender scents of the whole apartment made her unsettled soul relax. She took deep breaths to calm herself. Yes, she was happy to be with her friends.
Well, that’s fate. It will always turn your life around, she said to herself. Aly turned over to the direction of her suitcases and boxes and gave a groan. Her head fell on one of the pillows with thoughts saying she would unpack tomorrow.
Aly woke up to the smell of coffee. She gave a groan and groped her hands on the bedside table to find her alarm clock, only to find the table empty. Oops, forgot to unpack yesterday, she said to herself, making a mental note to do it after breakfast. Still not opening her eyes, she staggered in her dressing robe towards the kitchen.
“Wake up properly, Aly! Open those windows of brown! Get in some sunshine, you’re going to school today!” Vi said in a singsong voice, putting Aly’s cup of coffee in front of her.
“I’m not going,” Aly drank the cup.
“Again?!”
“Yes, is there a problem?” Aly said sarcastically.
“I don’t think your mom would like it if you’re cutting school because of her,” Lizzie said, entering the kitchen, “By the way, OACs are next week,”
Silence.
Aly stood up, “She never liked anything about me anyway, Liz,” she said and entered her room.
Vi glared at Lizzie who was sipping her coffee in recognition and as if nothing happened.
“What!? I have to tell her sooner or later,”
“You didn’t have to do it harshly,”
“Well, the truth is harsh,”
“I don’t know WHAT to do with you,” Vi said to herself.
They continued to eat their breakfast when suddenly Aly came out of her room, with her hair wet in a towel and wearing a red bohemian spaghetti-strap blouse with her blue jeans. Vi just stared at her. Lizzie just continued drinking her coffee as if knowing it would happen and stood up to get ready.
“Well? Aren’t you going today?” Aly said.
Violet hurriedly walks to her room to prepare for school.
